Children
Poe rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily. He was so tired. It had been a super busy week at work and he had been looking forward to the weekend, but here it was eight o'clock on Friday and he was sitting in the waiting room of the only Urgent Care clinic in Jakku, trying his best to keep his three-year-old son Seth occupied while they waited for his seven-year-old daughter Leia to be seen.
Rey was sitting next to him with Leia curled up on her lap. The little girl had cut herself severely on an old saw that had been in the shed. Her arm was wrapped up tightly in a makeshift bandage and her tears were mostly dry, but she still sniffled from time to time. She had taken it upon herself to 'borrow' the saw and cut down a tiny little pine down by the lake shore, so she could have her own little Christmas tree in her treehouse. She knew she had been naughty, and that on top of the injury was what had made her cry. At the moment, Poe and Rey were not mad, just scared. Her discipline, Poe thought, would be getting stitches.
The facility was busy on this cold December night, and while Leia was content to sit on her mom's lap, Seth was getting tired and bored. Poe had read to him, tried to get him to watch the TV (it was the Weather Channel; not the most exciting of viewing choices), and had taken him outside more than once to walk around until they got too cold. The desk nurse had just informed them that a doctor would be available soon.
Poe leaned over to Rey. "I'm gonna pee quick," he whispered.
Rey nodded, but otherwise barely acknowledged him. She looked as tired as he felt.
"Come on, bud," he told Seth. As wired as the child was, he didn't want to leave him with Rey and his sister; Rey's focus needed to stay on Leia at the moment. He picked his son up and headed for the door of the tiny bathroom that sat just before the hall to the exam rooms. Small towns, small waiting rooms, small medical facilities.
He put Seth down and carefully locked the door behind them; he wasn't about to have Seth open the door while his pants were open. "Do you need to pee?" he asked his son softly, knowing there were people close on the other side of the door. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.
Seth shook his head, then proceeded to spin around in a circle. Suddenly, while Poe was about mid-stream, he stopped and stared at Poe's cock. "Daddy, your willy is huge!" he practically shouted.
Poe grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his face heat. There was no way that hadn't been heard in the waiting room. He finished, zipped himself up and moved to wash his hands. Seth, of course, wanted to wash his hands, too. Finally, he took a deep breath, took his son's hand, and exited the bathroom.
Poe kept his eyes forward, intentionally not looking at anyone, but he was pretty positive a few eyes were on him. He walked over to Rey, who still sat with Leia on her lap, looking no different than when he left. Except for the tiny smile on her lips.
He sat and pulled Seth onto his lap. His son finally seemed to be getting sleepy enough to settle, and Poe happily let the boy lay against his chest. They sat silently for a while until a nurse came down from the exam rooms. "Dameron?" she asked.
Rey and Poe both stood, Rey setting Leia back on her feet, and they headed for the nurse.
But as they did so, Rey nudged Poe and said with a smile, "He's not wrong."
Poe's face heated once again as more than one person laughed.