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Poe rushed through the procedures to shut down the ship, anxious to exit the X-Wing. He looked around the hanger as he did so, not surprised to find it mostly empty. The big Life Day Celebration was going on in the mess, and all but a skeleton crew would be here. He clambered out of the fighter, watching as BB-8 lowered himself down to the hanger floor.

"Okay, buddy," he told his droid. "You better get to the mess and join up with the others. I'm gonna go shower and change and then get there myself."

The little ball droid beeped an affirmative, the rolled off in the opposite direction Poe headed. He didn't run, but he did walk quickly toward his quarters. It felt odd being assigned to a big cruiser like this again. The last one he had been on as an officer and pilot had been the Raddus. He had so many good memories, and bad, of that ship. But this New Republic cruiser, the Organa, but larger and prettier and named after the most amazing person he would ever know.

Not including his wife, of course.

He hopped on the turbolift that would take him to his floor, then quickly strode down the hall to his door. He punched in the code and quickly stepped through the door, only to stop short as he saw his wife laying on the bed, her back to him. She should be at the party.

"Rey?" He wasn't ashamed of the squeak in his voice as concern took over excitement. He rushed over to the bed.

She turned her head to look at him, and he could tell she had been crying.

"Kriff, Rey! What happened?" He sat on the edge of the bed, grasping her shoulders and helping her sit up.

She was shaking her head. "It's okay. I've just got a raging migraine."

Rey's migraines had started shortly after the Battle of Exegol. Both she and Poe had believed them to be an aftereffect of her defeat of the Emperor and her resulting death. No medicine helped and even meditating in the Force did not seem to ease the pain. Fortunately, they were becoming less and less common as time went on, and there was hope that they would eventually cease all together.

"That's not okay," Poe argued with Rey's statement. "Have you taken a sedative?" Sleeping through them was the only thing Rey could really do, and she needed help to do that.

Rey looked at him, her beautiful eyes bloodshot and watery. "I'm afraid to take one," she whispered.

Poe felt his gut clench. They had found out just last week that Rey was pregnant. He nodded, understanding why she didn't want to take the powerful drug.

Rey touched his shoulder. "You go to the party," she said. "I'll just keep trying to sleep."

Poe shook his head. "Nope." He stood up and started removing his flight suit. "I'm staying with you."

"Poe," Rey immediately started arguing. "The party is following Yavin traditions this year. You need to go and remember home."

Poe snorted, pulling off his boots and shucking his pants, leaving him in nothing but his undershirt and boxers. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Sunshine. You are my home. I'm staying with you."

With tears once more in her eyes, this time not from pain, Rey turned again, letting Poe slide into the bed behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought his mouth up against the back of her neck, softly kissing and nuzzling her, trying his best to help her forget about the pain so she could rest.

Within minutes, they were both asleep.