((Okay so... I maaaaayyyy have fucked up the timeline a bit here. This isn't overly spoiler-y but if you want a completely blank slate for TLJ, I would avoid for now. According to my timeline, Rey has been on Ahch-To for over two years so take no notice of that succession! I'm working with pre-TLJ here and in the middle of it, hence the building of the first Dreadnought. Enjoy!))

Joy.

Relief.

Elation.

Excitement.

And a whole host of other emotions he couldn't even begin to pick out and name clamoured Orion upon those two simple words with massive magnitude.

But while emotions were in their overflowing abundance, words were few and far between for the awe-struck General.

Instead, his arms enveloped her torso with an amicable kiss placed to her shoulder; her head automatically tilting back to intensify the affection. Still, disbelief crippled him after the utmost vigilance every time they were intimate.

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know..." The dream-like tone suggested she didn't care either. "He's not pleased... Dr Audin..." Orion's hand dropped to her midriff, hoping to feel a kick or a heartbeat or something but common sense prevailed that it was too early for such things. Still... His child. The one they had spoken so softly and hopefully of whenever she brushed the scar, purposefully or by accident; in bed, in the shower, undressing...

It was no mystery, however, why the medic was displeased; not when they had been warned time and time again about a rest period and caution should abstinence not be an option. Caution had been a priority but clearly not enough when Lucilla's hand lowered to meet Orion's guard of her belly; their first united act as parents.

"How do you feel?"

"Wonderful." Orion cracked a rare smile.

"I meant physically, little dove."

"Oh…" Lucilla took a moment to untangle herself from the utter exhilaration of the revelation; she was deeper than she realized until she tried to bring herself back to reality. "I'm hungry." The soft chuckle caressed her ear while her cheek became a landing for another adoration-laced kiss.

"That will be a somewhat constant state, I would imagine. I'll see to you getting discharged, my love." Orion shimmied from behind her while managing to disrupt her comfort as little as possible, already taking charge of her care once more. "Then I shall have food sent up ahead of us."

True to his word, Orion excused himself then embarked on his search for Dr. Audin; eager to have her returned to her own surroundings to be spoiled and pampered. The search was short, for when he pulled back the curtain, he was faced with the consultant almost instantly; as if he was waiting. Lucilla's assessment of "displeased" appeared to be something of an understatement.

"I hope you realize how dangerous this is!" The medic began with the shadows of restrained fury (reminding himself all the while of his post and who controlled if he kept it or not) edging into his tone and seeping involuntarily his demeanour. The disregarding of his advice (or the seeming disregarding of it) riling him to toe the line one did not toe with General Hux. "There hasn't been enough adjustment in the organ! We've kept an eye on the menstruation and it's still not regulated fully! I advise an immediate termin-!"

"Finish that sentence!" The redhead dared him in a seething hiss, swept upon him like a Quohr on prey; teeth bared, eyes feral and pallid features contorted in absolute rage. With no buffering distance between the two now, Audin swallowed but Hux wasn't finished; he knew he'd crossed an unforgivable line, a career-destroying one. "I defy you to finish it! But don't finish it out here; finish it in there and I guarantee to you, Doctor, it is not I who will beat you up and down this bay!"

Shamefaced and defeated, not for his advice or diagnosis but his lack of control; Audin said nothing. Jaw clenched and eyes averted under the General's savage and unwavering gaze, he knew any say he had in the patient's welfare would be overridden. Satisfied that there were no micro expressions of defiance, Hux stalked from the stand-off and went about discharging her himself.

Lucilla had heard most, if not all, of the exchange between her husband and her doctor. Did it worry her? Not as such. She was of a similar mind to Orion; make that awful suggestion to her and she would certainly have put him in his place. Perhaps she wouldn't have gone as far as to beat him up and down the bay as Orion threatened but that decision would not be for Audin's benefit; more for the protection of her child when she and it were at their most delicate.

So it was no surprise to her when her General re-appeared in the cubicle, shoulders rounded aggressively and glancing over said shoulder at regular intervals to be ready should the Doctor return.

"I'm removing you from his charge." Orion forced himself to remain level, to prevent himself taking it out on the wrong person; Lucilla didn't protest. "There are better medics on Supremacy and we will require larger quarters in any case..." She started to move, carefully, gingerly and more aware though the only difference in then and when she arrived was that she knew. There had been no physical changes since; still, Orion ranted as she saw to herself.

"I will speak to the Supreme Leader, I'm sure he will be more than accommodating..."

From that thoughtful brooding to...

"How dare he?! He knows how we have yearned for this...! He swore to do what it would take! Jumped up quack!"

From that sudden, attacking spurt to…

"Are you ready, little dove?" She tuned into the last one just in time rather than brush it off like the rest. Having re-dressed (or having reapplied the minimum that she'd shed for the examinations), she was, indeed, ready to leave and had done so herself without assistance. The benevolent nod was all the prompting he needed to take her arm and lead her from that poisonous place; straight past Audin.

"The rules of science and medicine don't bend for you!" The bespectacled medic bellowed at the General's back. "Or how much money you have to throw at it!" The Doctor had to have his last, bold say; knowing the damage was done. Hux slowed to a pair of Stormtroopers stationed nearby when his last nerve frayed.

"Take him to the detention block until my mood changes."

"Your wife…?"

That silky dissection of the General's humble request was teased out, almost tasting the words of a personal nature.

"Yes, Supreme Leader." Servile, he was eager to please and, even more so, provide a safe and comfortable environment for his wife and child; where better than on the very destroyer that housed the Order's overseer? On bended knee in the throne room on Supremacy, he faced his master but, like Lucilla, never looked him directly in the eye. That practice had been suspended years ago for his little dove but Hux was still expected to observe and obey it. "She is with child and-"

"With child?"

"Yes, Supreme Leader. Less than six weeks or so we believe." Hux wet his lips to renew his conviction in the undertaking; it would require generosity on his master's part. "But I no longer trust the medic I previously entrusted her care to. Our quarters, too, will soon be outgrown-"

"So you wish to move her here."

Hux hesitated with Snoke so unreadable. It could go one of two ways, very good or very bad but he had come this far, it would be nought but cowardice to refuse to go any further.

"If you in all graciousness would allow it, Supreme Leader. It would be the beginning of a new generation; the first to reap the rewards of a stable and structured galaxy under the control of the First Order, born on this very ship…." The words of pandering had an effect; the first noticeable movement since he arrived. Hux braced himself, expecting to be swept sideways or thrown towards the door but the disfigured puppeteer merely sat backwards, mulling.

"Very well." Hux breathed a sigh of relief that only he was privy to; he hoped. "But I wish to meet this wife when she has settled and been introduced to her new medical staff. After all, it wouldn't do to be an inhospitable neighbour, would it?"

The next day, the droids moved around her, quicker and more adept at the task at hand. Lucilla was careful and she was sentimental, respectful and mindful of history; her history. Every now and then she would abandon packing in favour of a serene saunter around the apartment that was only meant to house one. From the bed she'd lost her virginity on (not in), the same one she assumed her child had been conceived in (not on). The rug in front of the fireplace that would shortly be rolled up and placed with the rest of their moveable belongings; the very rug she had slept on before she earned her place in the bed, the one where Orion had sacrificed his pleasure for hers for the first time too. Not to mention the vanity table, the one purchased specially for her, the one that held her prized human skull; both packed away as well.

Still, she looked to the future and a maternal touch to her stomach reminded her that not only new memories but more important ones would be forged on Supremacy, her new home where she would (hopefully) meet her baby in safety and peace. And of course, Orion would need to return to Finalizer on occasion and there was nothing to stop her going with him once the apartment was refurbished to replace the items they'd taken.

With the living quarters stripped of familiarity and the last few furnishings cleared out around her, the only thing of left of any huge importance waited at the door; patient to ensure her cloak was warm enough and her belly was sufficiently covered – Orion.

"Come, little dove." Always mindful of her delicate disposition, he was gentler (if possible) with the darling creature entrusted to him by an unknown someone he owed a life debt of happiness to. "Time to leave, the shuttle is waiting."