AN: Hello dear readers! Here's another one shot- This one takes place after the birth of their fifth child, Olivia Bail Solo.

Enough

She stares at the pale green canopy over their bed while Ben sees the medic out. Their littlest daughter is fast asleep in the cradle beside their bed, her even breathing evidence enough of that. Olivia was only four months old now. She hadn't been in a hurry to have another baby or anything. It hadn't even crossed her mind yet.

But she'd come to know her own body over the last eight years, and she knew that something was off. Since Gemma had been born, she'd had regular cycles, the same time every month on the dot. Like clockwork. Unless she was pregnant, it was a constant. The first month after Olivia had been born, she had told herself it was fine. She was still recovering from birth. It would pick up again the next month. But the next month she'd tried to tell herself the same thing. The third month had made it difficult to believe the lie, and the fourth month impossible. Ben had insisted she see a medic to give her peace of mind, but it had done nothing of the sort.

She was twenty eight years old and she was barren. Hollow. Empty.

"Rey…" Her husband's voice is soft, but she doesn't move to look at him. She feels the mattress dip with his weight, and she turns her face to the other side, looking at her littlest daughter. Her last daughter. Tears well up unbidden. "Would you at least look at me?" She shakes her head. "Rey, please!" His hand brushes her shoulder and she curls in on herself.

"Don't…"

"Rey, this doesn't change anything."

"It changes so much!" She scoffs. "I...I'm...I can't…"

"I know." He whispers. She can feel him reaching for her but she can't bring herself to fold into his arms. She feels the tears slipping down her cheeks faster and faster, but she can't bring herself to wipe them away. "Rey, this doesn't change anything. I still love you so much. We already have five perfect children. We have everything we need."

"But I'll never give you a son!" She chokes out, and suddenly he's pulling her to him, forcing her to look into his eyes as he cradles her face in his hand.

"When have I ever said anything that would make you think I needed a son? That I wouldnt love you as much if we didn't have one? When have I ever held one of our daughters, our beautiful, perfect daughters, and wished for something else?" He asks, his voice borderlining on hurt. "What did I do to make you believe any of that?"

"Nothing." She snaps. "And I know, it's stupid, and it's selfish, but I did want...I hoped...Force, you probably think I'm a terrible mother now, but I wanted a little boy too! Not right now, not even for a few years, but I thought…I just…"

"I don't think you're a terrible mother. I could never think that. From the moment you first knew you were having a baby, your every thought was to protect them, to love them, to give them everything. You were willing to give up everything for Gemma. I know you were."

"And I hid her from you in the progress. I never should have done that, you know. I should have told you about her as soon as I knew-"

"We've been over this before, and I'm tired of arguing over it! You did what you thought had to be done, Rey. You weren't trying to hurt me, you were trying to keep her safe. I can't blame you for that. Not when I was...when I was what I was then. Everything happened the way it had to happen. I firmly believe that. Even now, with...this new development, everything is happening the way it's supposed to." He realeases her face, and pushes a few strands of tear soaked hair off of her cheeks. "If anything, I'm sorry. I know you wanted a son, and I know that my contribution is what decides the gender-"

"Don't even say it! I wouldn't trade a single one of our girls!" She sits up suddenly and stares at Olivia in her cradle, still sleeping and blissfully unaware of her mother's grief. His arms wrap around her waist, drawing her back to his chest as he drops his head down to kiss her shoulders. "You...you're really not disappointed that I never gave you a son?"

"No, I'm really, really not." He insists firmly. "I wouldn't trade any one of them either."

"I feel rotten for crying about this. I mean, thinking of Rose and Finn, they never got to experience...and here I am with five beautiful children that we made together, and I'm crying because I can't have more." She feels her skin turn pink. The tears start to slow, but don't abate instantly.

"Don't feel bad. You're undergoing a change. Something you weren't expecting. You have every right to mourn for it." His words are accompanied by a peppering of kisses along her throat, and her hair. "Just, please...don't let it steal your light, and your joy."

"I won't." She says firmly, her eyes wandering from her daughter as she twists in his arms to face him. "I have enough, right here, right now. More than I ever dreamed of having. Our family...it's more than enough."

"It's everything." he nods, and she kisses him softly.

"You really don't mind-"

"Rey, I swear to the maker, I don't." He insists with a frustrated huff. "I have you. I have the girls. I have enough."

"Yes. Enough."