30 ABY

8 p.m.

Sara, 24, had woken up to an empty house, had breakfast by herself, tended her garden, had lunch, trained and meditated during the afternoon – her usual routine. She no longer worked all afternoons in the Castle, only nights; if she was needed during the day, Maz called her, otherwise she had mornings and afternoons for herself.

It was a beautiful night; the moon was full, shinning bright in the dark blue sky, and the owls were hooting on the trees. Sara was walking downhill towards the Castle, admiring that beautiful night, her thoughts on one man, as usual; she couldn't avoid it, everything in Takodana reminded her of her husband. Husband. she thought, looking at the red-stone ring that still adorned her finger. She hadn't had the courage to take it off. It also helped keep her from receiving unwanted attention (most days, anyway).

She reached the parking lot of the Castle, recognizing many of the ships parked there. When, suddenly, a strong wind hit her from behind – the air displacement that happened whenever a big ship landed. Once the wind subsided, she turned around to see who was arriving, and her heart skipped a beat: it was an Upisilon-class shuttle.

"No." she whispered. Please don't let it be him. she heard the sound of the engines being turned off. Maybe it's not him. His is not the only Upisilon in the Galaxy.

The door of the shuttle opened and all of her hopes were crushed.

"Hello, beautiful." greeted Jon – the Knight who always flirted with her. "What an honor to have you come to the parking lot to receive us."

"I was just walking to the Castle, Jon."

"Hey, still wearing that ring?" he continued. "When will you leave your husband and elope with me?"

"Stop it." she said, smiling; she new it was all in good fun, Jon had always respected her.

Sara didn't look at the other Knights, afraid to see Ben there; she turned around and kept walking to the Castle, Jon and the others right behind her. She couldn't avoid trying to sense Ben's presence though. She was relieved and disappointed when she couldn't feel him.

She guided the Knights into the Castle and to their usual tables, then she went to the counter to get their orders. She walked back towards them.

"Here you are, guys." she put all the glasses and snacks on the tables. "One Knight short today?" she couldn't help asking.

"What?" Jon asked, confused. He looked around the table and chuckled. "Commander Kylo had a lover on this planet till three years ago. He used to go straight to her house as soon as we arrived. He took the Silencer before we landed and went looking for her."

It took Sara a while to realize he was talking about her and not another woman.

"So he did come with you?" she needed the confirmation.

"Of course. And he'll probably return to the ship only tomorrow. As he used to." Jon began eating and Sara returned to the counter, where Maz asked her: "He here?"

"Jon says he is but, I don't see or feel him nearby."

"If he landed but isn't here, you know where he is."

Sara just nodded, filling up more glasses with Gardulla, her back turned to the other female.

"Will you go to him?" asked Maz, worried.

"I don't know what to do, Maz. I've never expected him to come back."

"Do you want to see him?"

"Yes. And no." she turned around to face Maz. "I want to punch him and fuck him – it that exact order."

Maz sighed and took the empty glasses from Sara's hands.

"So go, dear. He is your husband after all."

Sara took off her apron and turned around, walking out of the Castle through the kitchen door.

As she reached her house she tried to feel his presence again. Nothing. But she could see his Tie Silencer parked near the house and as she got closer to the door, she could see him through the living room window. He must have learned how to hide his presence, she thought. That was a neat trick to be used during a fight against another Force-sensitive person, it made it harder for the opponent to guess where you'd be attacking from.

She took a deep breath and returned the favor, hiding her presence from him as well. Then she walked to the porch and opened the front door. His cape was on its usual spot on the couch, and Ben was in the kitchen, his back to her, completely oblivious of her arrival. So Sara summoned her lightsaber from the coffee table and ignited it, making him turn around, his red cross guard laser sword also ignited and in his hand. He lowered his guard when he saw it was her and opened his mouth to say something, but Sara attacked him – taking him by surprise. He blocked her first blows, delivering some of his in return – but she deflected them all. Sara was faster and much more technical than he in sword fighting. He had never bested her at Luke's Praxeum. No one ever had. She tried to hit him repeatedly, one fast blow after another. He noticed then that she wasn't aiming at anything vital, she was only furious at him. But if he didn't stand his ground she could easily cut one of his arms off. So the white and the red lightsabers met furiously, non-stop. She hit his right shoulder, making him shout in pain before attacking her even harder. But he missed all of his blows – trying to avoid any vital part of her as well.

Sara walked backwards and fell onto the couch but effectively deflected his blow to her left leg – the red lightsaber finding the soft couch, leaving a huge gash in the soft cushions. She recovered quickly, jumping onto the coffee table and trying to hit his right arm again – her lightsaber broke the ceiling light bulb and missed Ben, adding another hole to the couch. The room became dark, only the white and red lights from their swords lit the room. They stared at each other, both breathless and sweaty, some of Ben's hair strands stuck to his face; luckily Sara had braided her own earlier, so it wasn't bothering her.

They circled each other in the small space between the living room and the kitchen, until Sara attacked again, going straight to the left side of his abdomen. Ben deflected her blow and attacked her, but Sara was too fast for him, she jumped to the side and backed him against the kitchen table, pushing her lightsaber against his, mindful of the two extra handles his red one had. She looked angry but collected while he was confused, not knowing what to do. Ben knew he wouldn't be able to win that fight.

"I yield!" he shouted, still pushing his lightsaber against hers, the edge of the table under him starting to hurt his lower back.

Sara didn't listen. She pushed harder until she managed to disarm him, his lightsaber flying through the room, falling by the trashed couch.

She turned her laser sword off and stared at him; only the moonlight that entered the room through the windows lit the room. They were both breathing laboriously.

Ben moved away from the table, straightening up his back, and towering over her by a foot, amazed, as always, that such an innocent-looking, pretty woman could defeat him in battle. But another feeling was mingled with his amazement: desire – he was horny.

Sara couldn't find the strength to take her eyes off of him. She had fought him, hurt him, now she wanted to fuck him.

They met halfway in a furious kiss, hands touching everywhere, ripping clothes off in a desperate pace. Ben hauled her up, her legs around his waist, and walked to the bedroom, putting her down by the bed. She was already half-naked, her brassiere and knickers still on, items that he quickly ripped off of her body, working on the remains of his own clothes afterwards: a torn black shirt and zipper-busted black pants. He grabbed her by the hips and took her lips again, Sara whimpered against him, the feeling of their naked bodies touching making her tremble with desire. He made her walk backwards until she fell onto the bed; he covered her soft, curvaceous body with his hard one, opening her legs wide for his pleasure, he penetrated her with his rock hard member, filling her completely, relishing the feeling of total pleasure that he felt in that moment. Sara arched her back, lost in the feeling of having him inside of her again, and the balance his darkness offered her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, completely taken by the sensations he caused to her body and spirit. He thrust into her with abandon, feeling her slick channel clenching around his member. He had dreamed daily about having her under him again, seeing that look of pure pleasure on her face, that beautiful, powerful woman, screaming in pleasure at the end of his dick.

No words were spoken, only groans, moans and gasps were heard.

After they were both completely spent, Sara dropped down onto the bed by his side, falling asleep instantly. Ben watched her sleep for a while, feeling her sadness even during sleep. He caressed her sweaty face, pulling strands of hair out of her forehead. He felt complete right there, in that bed, in that little blue house. By her side he could allow his thoughts to run free, he could dream of never leaving that place again. He laid his head on his old pillow and pulled her to his chest, his eyes being captured by a red glow. The ring! he looked at it in awe. She still wore it. He kissed her hand and wondered how could he have been so stupid to leave her. The past three years had made him stronger, yes, but completely miserable. He felt out of control whenever he was away from her, Sara was his safe haven; he was angry, lost, and miserable, without her.

He fell asleep by the sound of her breathing, taking comfort in her weight on his chest and her scent on his skin.

In the next morning

Sara woke up feeling completely satisfied, she lazily stretched and yawned before sitting up. The sound of dishes being put on the table made her jump and realize that her dream hadn't been a dream: the previous night had really happened. She looked around the bedroom, her undergarments were rags on the floor, as was his shirt. She remembered the lightsaber duel and laughed. She couldn't believe it was all true.

Ben walked into the room when he heard her laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked, smiling.

"What have we done?" she asked. "Is the couch really wrecked?"

"I'm afraid so." he sat in front of her on the bed.

She laughed again, only stopping when she looked into his eyes, sadness replacing the joy in her blue eyes.

"Why are you here, Ben?"

"I... I wanted to see you."

"You have seen me. Now leave, please." her voice was low, but determined.

He took her hand and kissed the ring again.

"You still wear it."

"Yes." she took her hand away from his lips. "Why? Do you want me to take it off? Do you want it back?" she looked afraid of his next answer.

"No! Never! This is yours. As am I."

Sara closed her eyes.

"Just go." she spoke softly.

"I will. I made you breakfast." he got up from the bed and picked up his torn shirt.

"Goodbye, Ben." he heard her say, "Don't come back. Please."

"I'll try not to." he reluctantly said. "Goodbye, Sara." and he left.

Two months after that night, Maz Kanata showed up at Sara's door early one Sunday morning.

"Good morning, Maz. Come in. Have you had breakfast yet?" Sara walked into the kitchen area. It wasn't absolutely strange for Maz to visit her, so she didn't immediately think anything of it.

"No, dear. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all. Sit down at the table, the eggs will be ready soon." Sara walked to the stove and finished the scrambled eggs, walking to the table with the hot pan in hands.

"So, what brings you here so early?" asked Sara as she sat down.

"I was wondering if you've felt a change in the Force recently. Very subtle. Nothing big."

"No. I can't say I have." Sara became thoughtful. "Well, now that you mentioned it, two weeks ago I felt something, very subtle, as you said, but I quickly dismissed it for it was just too subtle. Probably a new Force-sensitive child being born."

"Something like that, yes." Maz looked worried. "How have you been these past months, dear? After his last visit."

"I am fine. As fine as I can possibly be." she smiled weakly.

"No weird feelings?"

"Weird feelings? What kind of question is that? Why are you really here, Maz?"

"Dear Sara. I believe the slight change in the Force that we both felt was indeed from a Force-sensitive child – but one that hasn't been born yet, it was just manifesting itself for the first time."

"How could we feel a child that hasn't been born yet, Maz? Her mother would have to be very close to us and the child would have to be really strong with the Force to..." Sara noticed the strange look Maz was giving her. "What?"

"I think you're pregnant." Maz simply said.

"What? No, it can't be. I can't be. No." Sara denied, thinking what could possibly make Maz think such thing.

"Search your feelings, dear. See if you find anything."

Sara closed her eyes, ready to prove her friend wrong. But then she felt it: a small presence, a second heartbeat, a different Force inside of her own body. It was such a beautiful feeling, so peaceful and untarnished – pure and full of love. She gasped, and opened her eyes, the emotions too strong for her to contain.

"Its true..." she whispered. "You're right, Maz. I'm pregnant."

"Well, then, congratulations, my dear." she got up to hug an astonished Sara.

"I... Ben can't know. " she said, looking at Maz, fearing for her unborn baby. "I can't let Snoke know about this child, he may try to corrupt it like he did with Ben."

"We'll protect it, Sara. I'll help you."

Sara caressed her flat belly, happiness taking over her.

"A baby. My and Ben's baby." she said softly.

"A baby made with love, it's always a blessing." Maz commented. "Now, eat, dear, you have a baby to feed."

And Sara obeyed, a big smile on her face.

Another three months went by. Sara reached 5 months into her pregnancy with no health issues, her round belly was nearly impossible to hide. She didn't want to stop working at the Castle so whenever a client asked about her baby she told them a story about how her husband had died and no one bothered her.

Sara was in the Castle, at the counter, working, when a familiar face caught her attention amidst all the clients.

"Han Solo!" she heard Maz shouting, confirming her suspicions. "What brings you here?"

"The Falcon was stolen."

"No! That's awful! And where's my boyfriend?"

"Chewie is watching the ship, I don't want to have another one stolen." Han looked around the bar and his eyes found a familiar face. "Is that... Sara Antilles?"

"Oh, yes. She's been working here for years now."

"Leia was looking for her. How come I've never seen her here before?"

"She's not always on the counter, most days she manages the kitchen for me."

"She was a great friend of..."

"Your son. I know. He's been around sometimes in the past. With his Knights."

"When did you last see him?"

"About five months ago."

"How was he?"

"Tall and handsome. He came in, spoke to Sara and left." Maz lied.

Han sighed sadly and walked towards Sara.

"Sara Antilles."

"Hey, Mr. Solo."

"Stop that, kid. Call me Han, remember? Uncle Han."

"Ok. It's just been so long I thought..."

"Once family, always family." he said with a smile.

They have the same smile, Sara thought. Ben looks so much like his father... she sighed, her thoughts taking her away, making her forget she had been talking to Han.

"Are you all right, kid?" he asked, worried.

"Oh, yes, I'm just tired." she shook her head slowly. "Working too much, I think."

"Maz!" Han shouted. "I'm taking Sara home. She looks sick."

Maz looked at her and nodded.

"Sure. Go home, dear. And rest."

And Sara didn't argue; she took of her apron and walked home escorted by her father-in-law.

They walked slowly towards Sara's house.

"Nice ring you have there." said Han, pointing to her sparkling-red engagement ring. "That's a Rol Stone and those are Ulikuo gemstones."

"Yes." she looked at it lovingly.

"You married?"

"Yes."

"Who is he? A pirate? Smuggler?"

"He was a trader. But he died two months ago." she lied.

"And left you a bun in the oven." he pointed to her belly.

"It's already impossible to hide, right?" she caressed her bump lovingly.

"Yeah, and the slow way you're walking, it reminded me of when Leia was pregnant."

They arrived at her house.

"This is where I live." Sara announced.

"It's pretty."

"Do you want to get in and rest? You look tired too." she offered.

"No. Chewie is waiting for me. We are looking for the Falcon, Gannis Ducain stole it from me."

"I've heard the Irving Boys might have her."

"Really? Thanks kid. I'll look into that right away." he hugged her. "Take care. And don't be a stranger. Call Leia. She'll love to hear from you. You're family, you know."

"I will." she replied before walking inside, straight into the kitchen – she was famished.

Notes:

1. Gardulla was a beverage that Jabba Desilijic Tiure would occasionally share with the bounty hunter Boba Fett in his palace on Tatooine. (Canon)

2. At some point in the years following the Battle of Jakku, the Falcon was stolen from Solo by Gannis Ducain. It was in turn stolen by Toursant Irving and Vanver Irving—also known as the Irving Boys—before finally ending up in the possession of junk boss Unkar Plutt. In his possession, it would sit unused for years in Niima Outpost on the junkyard planet Jakku. (Canon)

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