Thank you for the comments guys! They are always motivating.
ToughSpirit: This Kylo can't seem to get it together and it's so frustrating.
Lstorm: Your prediction was right, this chapter is a mess. A big hot mess.
Guest: You are right to be worried for Rey :(
This chapter is sexually explicit and told from Kylo's POV. The sexual content might be triggering for themes of assault, coercion, power imbalance, sexual violence, emotional manipulation, intimidation.
**If the explicit sexual content is triggering you can skip and read a summary of what happens at the bottom of the page.
There is also a pregnancy related issue and talk of infant mortality that could be triggering and that is also summarized at the bottom of the page (No babies are harmed in this fic).**
Kylo thinks Rey has to prove she loves him through sex. If anyone says this to you or treats you similarly, it's not ok! Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
Kylo buries his rage as they walk in silence to his private chambers.
This is not the mood he envisioned for their coupling.
He does not want to take out his anger on Rey in the bedroom. She will pay for her disobedience in medbay, but he will save that for later.
Right now his mind races to find a way to calm her as he senses the residual anger rolling off her in thick waves.
He can't risk upsetting her further - she might change her mind about going to bed with him.
And if she does change her mind, she puts him in a difficult position. He either has to bear the humiliation of her rejection or take her by force.
Taking her by force does not sound appealing. As much as he enjoys the thrill of threatening her with violence, he doesn't mean it.
Mostly.
It's effective at maintaining his domination over her, but he would rather she come willingly. He thinks enthusiastic sex is so much better than lackluster, clench-your-teeth and bear it sex.
Kylo reaches for Rey and takes her by the hand. Her palm is cold, clammy, and for the first time he realizes how tiny her hand feels in his grasp. How fragile it is, how fragile she is.
His regard softens. He remembers that she is only twenty-two and that her only sexual experience is with him. He remembers that Rey is not her typical self right now: she is pregnant, emotional, and in need of guidance. His guidance.
Kylo realizes that he has to make good on his promise to be gentle. He had hoped to take her carnally, passionately, but being rough with her in bed might shatter her completely.
He can't have that. Kylo needs to prove to her that he isn't the beast she thinks he is - he would never truly choke her.
The winding journey to his chambers feels like eons, but it gives Kylo plenty of time to fabricate sweet lies to warm up his little wife.
Soon to be wife.
"After you," he motions for Rey to enter first. He locks the door behind him and turns to find her nervous energy replaced by determination.
But why? She said she wanted him.
"I don't know why you're in such a rush, Kylo. I'm not going anywhere. There are ways other than...you know...to show people that you love them."
"You mean sex," he walks slowly towards her, intending to herd her towards the bed. Rey stands her ground.
"Of course I mean sex," she snaps.
She's nervous again. Nervous because this is going to happen, and she knows it.
Kylo relaxes his predatory stance when he realizes she isn't going to put up a fight. Good.
She loves him, and she wants this.
But he needs her to fucking relax .
Kylo steps around her and begins untying her tunic, slipping it down her shoulders.
"Would you like to talk first, Rey? About the baby or your...feelings?"
Fuck that's hard to get out. He hopes it doesn't sound as forced as it feels.
If he's learned anything about women, it's that they like to talk. A lot. He'll endure it if it helps settle Rey, if it gets her into his bed.
Once her tunic is on the ground he leads her to the bed.
"You can't seriously want to talk about my feelings."
"I do."
"Right." She starts to chuckle softly and Kylo stops short. As her laughter increases he grows more troubled. There is an ache to her laugh, a sadness, and he sees the tears trickle down her cheeks as she buries her face in her hands.
She is weeping.
Kylo closes his eyes. Weeping. She is shaking from the suppressed sounds.
It is everywhere in his bedchamber and it makes his heart clench.
He doesn't know what to say.
Kylo wants to blow up at Rey for ruining the mood. He is angry at himself for asking how she feels - for fucking caring. He wants to scream and destroy something, but he can do neither.
Not if he means to successfully get this mess under control.
"Rey -"
"I love you, but why do you have to act this way Kylo?"
A lump forms in his throat.
"Act in what way?"
Her eyes shimmer with grief.
"You know." Rey's voice takes on a low, hard tone. "The threats, the way you speak to me. You forced an embedded tracking device on my finger. Kylo, why?" She whispers, "Why do you always give in to the monster inside?"
There is a tight constricting feeling that burns in Kylo's chest when he hears her accusation. When he hears her speak that word.
Monster.
"You claim to love me, Rey."
"And you claim to love me, but I cannot abide it when you give into your darkness."
Kylo rubs his palms and up and down his face. The woman is impossible.
"Is that what this is all about? The light and the dark?" He sits in front of her, fighting to keep his voice from rising, but he cannot keep the harsh edge from his tone.
"Those labels mean nothing, Rey. Let it go. The Light and the Dark are sides of the same coin. You need my darkness just as I need your light."
He exhales sharply. It is nerve-wracking, saying this out loud.
"I need you, Rey. I am sorry for all of the ways I've mishandled you, for the mistakes I've made. For the mistakes I am still making," he says, head dropping a little. Kylo holds his breath and closes his eyes, hoping to pull this off.
"Which is why I want to end some of the bloodshed between the First Order and the Resistance. I don't want our son born into war anymore than you do." He moves behind her and places his hands on her shoulders. Rey tenses, and he smooths his hands down her arms.
"What are you saying?"
Kylo's hands begin to knead her back, working out the knots. He moves his hands to her lower back, working the muscles there, and then moves up again.
"I'm saying that I will agree to a ceasefire with the Resistance. The Resistance must accept that the First Order will continue to command the planets we currently control, but I will not actively seek them out."
"That's most of the galaxy!"
"It's a ceasefire, Rey."
Kylo's strong hands skip her neck and move up to her scalp, deeply massaging her temple.
"How can I be sure you're telling the truth?"
"I kept my word about not abducting anymore children to become stormtroopers, didn't I?"
His arms wrap around her middle and gently stroke her belly. His chin rests on her shoulder as he murmurs his deceit into her ear.
"Would I lie to you about the baby? About keeping our son safe?"
Rey looks at him over her shoulder. Kylo's heart beats, expectant and nervous.
"You would do that for the baby?"
"Yes. I love him, and you."
Kylo is so close to her mouth that can almost taste her. So he does - he captures her mouth in a full, deep kiss.
He can't definitively sense if she believes him, but she is kissing him back, she is letting him remove what remains of her clothing.
Kylo deems himself forgiven, silently applauding his performance skills. Rey's love for him, for the baby, makes it all too easy to manipulate her. In time she will come to understand their son is safest in a galaxy dominated by a singular superpower: the First Order.
Right now he is about to get what he wants, and he's earned it.
Kylo lightly pushes Rey onto her side. He settles alongside her, his chest flush against her back.
His hands caress her round belly, relishing in the fact that he did this to her. He places a kiss on the underside of her jaw, trailing kisses until he reaches her ear.
"I love you Rey," he continues stroking her belly in slow, languid circles, "I love that you're carrying this baby. Our baby."
He leaves feather light touches across her upper thigh, "Is there anything in particular that you'd like?" he inquires in a low voice.
He watches the hollow of her throat as she swallows.
"I liked how it was in the forest."
Kylo feels her retreating into the past, into a fantasy.
"I can do that," he leans in to kiss her as his hand slides down her belly and between her soft thighs.
"Always so wet," he murmurs, his fingers running over the slickness between her folds as he brushes against her clit.
He finds her slick and throbbing as he makes room for a second finger, his thumb slowly circling her most sensitive point. Rey's breathing gets heavier, choppier as he rolls over her, kissing his way down the arc of her pregnant belly.
"You're beautiful," he mutters between kisses.
Rey is flushed and panting, and her response makes him feel bold as he licks his way down to her inner thigh.
Rey shuts her eyes, biting her bottom lip as if trying to stay quiet.
Kylo speaks to her in a soft, silken tone. "I want you to look at me, Rey."
Her eyes open and look into his through a sweep of long lashes.
Kylo watches her belly and breasts rise and fall from exertion. Soon he realizes, she will be huge and eye contact will be impossible.
He savors this moment before his head disappears between her legs. His tongue is warm inside her, and even after all this time he remembers how she likes slow, smooth laps. Kylo takes his time kissing and licking her, sucking at her clit and kneading the tiny bundle of nerves.
He pins down her thighs as they tremble around his neck, her body arching and writhing: he can tell she is close.
But he doesn't want her to come yet. Not this way.
Kylo retreats and she makes a pleading noise - a sound that makes him impossibly hard.
He lays down beside her, swallowing her in his embrace.
"Are you okay?"
Rey gives a slight nod.
"Was that how you remember it being - in the forest?"
"Yes," she answers, voice hoarse.
Through the fog of lust and desire, he smiles into her neck - she is enjoying this as much as he is.
Kylo takes a deep breath and then turns his attention to her neck, licking, nibbling, teasing. She squirms delightfully against him making small, whimpering noises.
"Rey," he demands, nipping her earlobe, "tell me you love me."
As he pushes into her he hears a loud gasp.
"I love you."
When he takes her this time it's better. Easier. There is a moment of adjusting, of finding the right position, and he lifts up her leg, pushing in deeper. Their bodies lock together and he finds it difficult to be aware of anything but the rhythm of moving inside of her.
"Oh," she whimpers, moving one arm up to touch his face, her warm fingers against his cheek.
"Say it," his breath is hot in her ear, "say my name."
"Oh, " Rey's mouth becomes round as she moans, "Ben."
Hearing that name nearly stops him midthrust. Instead, he fucks her harder.
"Is that what gets you off?" Kylo pants, "You want me to be Ben Solo?"
Rey makes a sound that is somewhere between a sob and a gasp.
"Is that what you want to hear? That I'm stepping down as Supreme Leader?"
"Yes," she arches against him.
Kylo rolls halfway on top of her, spreading her as far as her body will allow. He increases his pace, his breathing harsh and unsteady.
"You want me to tell you that we'll find a little planet of our own and raise a family?"
"Yes."
Rey's breathing is quick and shallow.
"Do you need to hear that I'd do anything for you, that I'd embrace the light?"
"Oh Ben, yes."
Her head rolls back and she moans, a low guttural sound that he hasn't heard from her before. It arouses him deeply and Kylo holds her steady against his thrusts as she ascends higher and higher.
When she comes, she cries out that name again, Ben, and she shudders around him, her hands scrambling to pull him closer.
Kylo does not come.
He is hard, furious, and confused.
In one swift motion he flips her onto her hands and knees. He will remind her what his name is with the sweetest pain.
She glances back at him, still lost in the afterglow of her fantasy, lost in her fucking forest fantasy.
Panic suddenly floods her features.
"I didn't - I didn't mean to..."
"You've never known Ben Solo, Rey. You fell in love with Kylo Ren, through our bond," he looks down at her, gaze dark and smoldering.
He guides her hips closer to him, not bothering to mask his intent.
"Don't! Kylo, you promised to be gentle -"
He rubs circles in the middle of her back.
"I will be. You'll like it."
"If Ben and Kylo are the same, does it really matter what I call you?"
"It absolutely matters."
Kylo runs one finger along the length of her cunt, gathering her slick to use as lubricant.
"If you love me, you'll call me by my true name," Kylo draws wet circles around the hole between her cheeks, not penetrating just yet, when Rey's head snaps back violently to look at him.
"Don't."
Kylo hesitates. His fingers brush with caution against her for a second time and she buckles beneath him, lunging forward before he can strengthen his grip on her body.
"Stop it," she hisses, sharp and cold.
Kylo remains quiet under the heat of her gaze. Rey has her limits and he has overstepped them in the worst way.
She is another person he's let down. He is acting like the the monster she claims he is, a monster who will never be saved. He wipes her slick off on the bedsheet.
"I thought you wanted me, Rey. Don't you? Because I want you," Kylo rasps out, "I need to feel you, to have you…I need to own you. If you refuse to do things my way, then show me how much you love me."
His last sentence is an order.
Rey never looks away from him – so small and so stubborn – instead she sits up and sets her shoulders straight.
"Lay down on the bed, Kylo."
She calls on the Force and the ropes he used to bind Rose fly into her hands.
Kylo is suspicious and intrigued by her attempt to take the lead. He wonders what she is playing at, still expecting to feel the brunt of her anger.
"The bed, Kylo," she repeats, "You said we can do things my way."
"That is not what I -"
"Force, Kylo! Do you want to do this or not?"
She's feisty. He likes it.
Kylo shuts up and stretches out on the mattress. His smirk dares her to continue, not believing her dominance is genuine, when Rey suddenly straddles his narrow hips.
For one unbelievable moment Kylo thinks she is about to ride him - when she leans over his body and begins tying his wrists to the bedpost.
The coils burn against his skin as her nimble fingers secure the knots.
"You know these will never hold me."
"They aren't meant to."
"If you wanted to involve ropes, you only needed to say something. After this, you will do as I command, Rey."
"Never give me orders, Kylo."
Rey flattens her palms and her hands smooth down his chest, the tips of her fingers tracing the grooves of his muscles. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted and glistening, and he understands what she is about to do.
Kylo never thought - not in a million years - that she would be the one to initiate this.
He is hypnotized by the view of Rey's mouth opening, moving closer, and he can feel her breath on his skin. She reaches his cock and he watches, entranced as she attempts to take him into her mouth.
It is sloppy and wet, and she pulls back, gagging.
Kylo desperately tries to remind himself to breathe as he gasps out a helpless shudder.
"Are you...alright?" The words sound strangled.
Her eyes flutter up to meet his gaze.
"You're a lot to take in."
She is going to be the end of him.
Kylo growls low in his throat; his erection swelling as she slowly slides her mouth over the head of his cock, pink lips parting even wider to accommodate his girth. She gags a second time, but does not stop.
Kylo swears at the sight, at the sounds that come from her mouth.
"Rey," he moans as she swipes her tongue right fucking there – and he pants, his eyes clinching shut.
She's acting like a whore, and he loves it.
Because it's just for him.
Kylo is paralyzed by pleasure as her head bobs up and down, her name is the only thing he is sure of, and he tugs at the ropes, wishing he could run his hands through her hair.
He is so fucking close as he bucks into her, urging her to move faster, when it hits him.
She is stalling.
She means for him to finish while she has him at her mercy, and that just won't do.
Rey's beautiful mouth wrapped around him is a sight to behold, but she doesn't get to make the call on how - or where - he comes.
The crack of something breaking echoes in the bedchamber.
"Kylo, wait -" Rey backs up but he is all over her in mere seconds; his knees still quaking from her sinful mouth, the room spinning from the way her tongue felt.
Kylo handles her gently but with purpose, pushing her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. He positions himself behind her, his body warm and hard.
"I want you to come for me again," Kylo says into her ear before leaving a trail of wet kisses down her spine, "I want you to say my name."
His hands rove all over her body, satisfied one moment and then seeking something else to rub, to grab, and he resolves to wrap one arm around her belly. He's close, so fucking close, and he knows he won't last long.
"Kylo, please -" she starts, looking over her shoulder and he silences her with a bruising kiss.
"I told you," he breaks the kiss, "I'll be gentle."
He pants hard, his eyes fixed on her with fiery intensity.
Kylo looks down at her heat, at how tender and soaking she is from her first climax. He takes a moment to appreciate the new width of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, her ass.
"You're so perfect, Rey."
With a fierce thrust he is inside and Rey yelps.
"S-s-slow down," she rasps, "you said, gentle."
"So I did."
Kylo's next thrust is slower.
He takes his time as she constricts around him, warm and slick. In this position, on her hands and knees, he can see and feel how her round belly dips down, brushing against the mattress.
"I love seeing you so full Rey," his index finger follows the dark line on her abdomen, "I'm going to give you so many babies. Tell me," his voice is husky and he sinks deeper inside, "tell me that's what you want."
Kylo fucks her nice and slow, giving her a moment to respond.
"Come on," he growls, "tell me what you want."
"I want," Rey's jaw drops as she moans, her breathing uneven, "I want to have your babies."
It's everything Kylo wants to hear from her as he continues fucking her into submission.
Almost everything.
"That's right," he looms above her with feverish intent, "you were made for this."
Kylo carefully builds up his momentum until the wet sounds of sex and skin slapping against skin burn in his ears. Rey knuckles the sheets as Kylo's thrusts turn into a relentless rhythm, her hips rolling back to match his pace.
They move as one, and he bends forward to nip the soft skin on her neck.
"Say my name, Rey."
She screws her eyes shut, teeth clenched as Kylo's hand dips between her thighs, stroking her.
"Be a good girl for me," he commands, "Say it."
"Kylo."
"Yes," he breathes out, his thrusts swift and deep, "again, say it again."
"Kylo."
Their mouths open in a heavy gasps, the heat building between them amplified by the Force.
His name on her lips, her scent, the stickiness of their shared sweat - all of it drives him into oblivion. Kylo comes hard, pumping everything he has into her.
His arms brace on either side of her body, not wanting to crush her with his weight, and he can't stop thinking about how drenched she is - how messy she is.
How hard she must have come.
Kylo glances between her thighs as he unsheathes his cock from her body, wanting to admire his handiwork.
He blinks and then draws back.
The sight in front of him is wrong.
Kylo's euphoria is ripped away by a torrent of shock. His breath quickens and he feels a bead of sweat wander down the side of his forehead.
"Rey," he keeps his tone steady, "Are you okay?"
Her head is resting on a pillow as she sucks in deep, meditative breaths. Her eyes open and she lifts her head.
"I - I suppose so. Why?"
A metallic smell invades Kylo's nostrils. His groin is not soaked in the fluids of her orgasm. The fear that travels through his veins do not quite make it to his face, but he fights to sound calm when he speaks.
"I don't want you to panic, but there's a bit of blood. I'm contacting Doctor Veduta-"
Rey inspects her body and examines Kylo. She spots the bright red smears on his thighs, on the mattress.
"I'm bleeding," Rey says softly. She looks up at Kylo, "Why am I bleeding? What did you do to me?" Her breathing comes out in wrenching gasps.
"I didn't do anything, you were more than ready to take it…" Kylo stops when her lower lip trembles. This isn't the time to argue. He lowers his voice.
"I only meant that I would have stopped if I noticed you bleeding.
"But you didn't, did you? You were too busy trying to control everything. Trying to control me."
That remark smarts, but he brushes it aside.
"Are you in pain?"
"No."
She refuses to look at him.
"Just be still, Rey. Don't move."
Kylo is surprised at how frightened he is for her - for the baby - as he contacts medbay to come to his chambers. He makes it known that this is an emergency and orders practically everyone to come now .
"Can you sense him?" Kylo asks, anxious, as he dresses. Rey looks between her legs as blood continues to trickle down.
"Rey - the baby - can you sense him?" He asks again, urgent.
"I can't sense any distress," she says, "but what if this is just the beginning of whatever is wrong?"
"We don't know that anything is wrong," Kylo's response is firm and sure.
He is trying to sound confident for her sake.
Rey's face is pale and worried as she hugs her arms around her belly.
"Rey -"
He reaches for her and she flinches.
"Don't touch me."
Rey is tough, but her eyes are puffy and red, her nose runny, and she sniffs loudly.
Kylo refuses to leave her side when there is a knock followed by an announcement that Doctor Veduta has arrived.
He uses the Force to sweep the doors open and it does seem like the entire medbay crowds into the bedchamber.
Veduta hurries over, a droid rolling behind her. Two nurses set up a barrier for privacy and the droid automatically assesses Rey's vital signs. Everything happens quickly and she nods in acknowledgement towards Kylo before turning to Rey.
"Are you experiencing any cramping Rey? Contractions?" Veduta crouches in front of her while holding a datapad.
"No and no."
"Sharp pains?"
"No."
Kylo paces, his impatience increasing at Veduta's list of endless questions. Can't they see the blood coming out of her?
"Dizziness, nausea?"
"No."
"Did you experience bleeding immediately after sexual intercourse?"
"Yes."
"Okay," she closes the datapad, "It's a good sign that you're not experiencing any other symptoms, but I'd like you to come to medbay so I can check your cervix in a sterile environment."
"My cervix?"
"To make sure you're not in premature labor. There are a few other possibilities I want to rule out as well. It is also convenient in case you need immediate surgery."
Rey wets her lips nervously.
"Surgery?"
"In some cases surgery or delivery is the only way to save the mother," Veduta says gently.
Rey shakes her head, scooting away from the doctor.
"No. It's too soon. The baby can't... he wouldn't make it this early."
"It's a precaution, Rey. I am not saying we will need to deliver him, but you need to be aware of what might happen. And yes, it is too soon. His chance of survival would be very low."
There is a ball in Kylo's gut, a knot in his throat, and the doctor's words lance through his heart. He looks at Rey and her stoic exterior cracks. Everything she has been holding back breaks as she gives into uncontrollable sobs.
"That's enough! " Kylo bellows, stepping in front of Veduta to block her from Rey, "You're scaring her," he lashes out, unaware of how hard he is shaking, of how his chest heaves with fear.
Doctor Veduta is remarkably unflusted.
"She needs to hear the facts. You both do, Supreme Leader."
"Just get her to medbay," Kylo snarls, unable to tolerate looking at the doctor. Nurses are already swarming around Rey, dressing her in a robe before carefully settling her onto a stretcher.
Kylo follows the medical entourage as they wheel her out of the room and to the floor where the medbay is located.
If the unimaginable happens, if they lose the baby, if it's his fault - the thought causes Kylo to choke back an unwelcome tidal wave of emotions.
It can't happen.
Rey will never forgive him, just as he won't be able to forgive himself. If there is anything in the universe that warrants unforgiveness, this is it.
Kylo thinks of the countless times in his life when fear consumed him: Luke Skywalker intending to murder him, Snoke mercilessly hurling him off a cliff, driving his saber through Han Solo, and finally, Rey being thrown around Snoke's throne room like a rag doll.
They all pale in comparison to this new type of fear that threatens to swallow him whole.
But it is nothing compared to what Rey is feeling, and Kylo keeps a sharp eye on her as they arrive at the medical center.
Nurses and droids work to transfer Rey into a large room with white walls. Veduta hands him scrubs. He roughly pulls them on and sits down next to Rey.
"The baby will be fine," Kylo says as Veduta puts on a mask and drapes a sheet of crinkled paper across Rey's lower waist.
"I saw him in my vision in the cave on Ahch-To. He will grow to be strong and powerful."
"You don't know that," Rey's eyes are watery, "Visions change and babies die, Kylo. It happens."
Kylo doesn't like the resignation in her voice - the way she steels herself for the worst possible outcome.
"Not our baby," he answers flatly, and they stare at each other, stone-faced. He drags his stool closer to Rey and this time she lets him hold her hand.
Doctor Veduta begins her examination and anxiety numbs Kylo.
"Rey, if anything happens -"
I'll let you go, he wants to say. If I killed our child, I don't deserve you. Maybe I never did.
Doctor Veduta looks up from between Rey's legs.
"Your cervix is closed, which is good. You're not in early labor. Since you have no other symptoms, I would say this type of bleeding is normal during or after sex. Blood flow increases during pregnancy and blood vessels rupture easily during intercourse," she snaps off her gloves and discards them into a bin.
The relief Kylo feels is profound. She is safe, the baby is healthy.
He can keep Rey. He doesn't need to let her go.
"That's it? Everything's really alright?" There is the faintest tremor in Rey's voice.
"Yes. But expect to see old blood for the next couple of days, and come see me if fresh bleeding occurs. You can resume sexual activity after the bleeding subsides."
A muscle twitches in Kylo's face. There will be no more sexual activity until after the birth. He doesn't share his decision with Rey - he does not want to appear weak. Kylo knows without a doubt that he does not want to experience this horror again. He never wants to see Rey bleed, and especially not while pregnant.
He feels hot tears against his shoulder and realizes Rey is leaning against him, trembling with relief.
"See? It's all okay," Kylo mumbles into Rey's hair, barely believing it himself. He can't stop himself from kissing her impossibly soft lips, his palm settling over the swell of her belly that contains the life they created together.
"I love you, Rey."
He orders a droid to bring her a hot tea with honey. He is about to insist she rest when Rey turns to him and says,"I want Rose. I need to see her."
It stings that she wants someone other than him, but he knows he can't deny her the comfort of her friend after what she's just been through.
Kylo raises his wrist and presses his comlink.
"Bring me Tico."
"Thank you," Rey lets out a shaky breath.
"Anything for you, Rey."
He almost means it.
Summary of sexual content:
Instead of having empathy for Rey, Kylo is angry that she is not in the mood to have sex. His attempts to make her feel better are selfish and coercive.
There is dialogue where Rey pushes back and asks Kylo why he acts like a douchelord and that he needs years of therapy (OK she doesn't say that but she does ask why he is bad to her). Kylo does not like her calling out his bad behavior.
Kylo tells her lies, trying to calm her down. He thinks she believes his lies when she kisses him back, but does she? It's an open ended question for the reader.
When they have sex, Kylo senses Rey mentally retreating into a fantasy of them in the forest. It's her safe mental place. During sex she says Ben instead of Kylo and he's pissed.
Kylo decides he will punish her with anal sex (he fantasized about that many chapters ago).
It doesn't happen. Rey protests and she gets control of the situation by going down on him. Kylo is flattered until he realizes that she might be doing this to avoid [vaginal] sex with him. So he stops her and they end up having sex.
Summary of pregnancy drama:
Kylo thinks Rey had another powerful orgasm because everything feels wet, but she is bleeding. It scares the crap out of both of them. Her bleeding after sex turns out to be normal and nothing is wrong with Rey or the baby.
It does scary Kylo to his core. While it's nice to see him care, I mostly find it sad that it takes Rey or the baby potentially dying to make him act decent.
Rey asks to see Rose, insinuating that it will help her feel better. Kylo reluctantly agrees.