Chapter 6: Taking Last Names

The Naboo Resistance base unexpectedly went into lockdown one morning, about two months after Matt's disappearance. Rey stumbled off the Falcon, her baby bump barely perceptible, to find her comrades intercepting a First Order TIE fighter that had touched down in their hangar bay. Poe was in the lead, his men with their blasters drawn.

"This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Resistance. Come out with your hands up!" he ordered.

The hatch lifted, and a figure cloaked in black dropped out of the cockpit. Screams split the air and Resistance fighters trained their sights even more heavily on the intruder. Poe now whipped out his own blaster.

"Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, in the name of Leia Organa and the Resistance... you're under arrest!"

"Wait!" The crowd parted to allow Rey to rush through, hardly daring to believe it. Was it really Ben? Wait a minute...

But when the intruder spoke, his voice was gentler than Ben's, as he brushed the dark mane of hair out of his eyes. "Rey... it's me."

Rey peered at him closely, her gaze somewhere between curious, skeptical and amused. A little hope bubbled in there as well. She gazed at him closer, dared to stare deep into his eyes... eyes as blue as a Cloud City sky...

It was the eyes of the man who she had fallen in love with. "It is you!" she cried, her eyes wide with amazement. "Matthew..."

Matt beamed, pleased that she had figured it out. "I'm going to kiss you right now..."

Rey's eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and she grinned nervously. "OK..." she giggled, and the next second, Matt had crossed to her in one stride, taken her in his arms and kissed her. Elated, Rey clutched her lover tightly and closed her eyes, slinging one arm around his neck and furiously kissing him back in front of the entire Resistance, as her comrades devolved into wolf-whistles, cheers and applause.

When Rey and Matt broke apart, their arms still around each other, there was no better sight than the one Matt held in his eyes right then: Rey's smile. It was a gentle, warm smile that he hoped to look at for the rest of his life. Knowing this, Matt blurted out:

"Will you marry me?"

Silence. Rey audibly drew in a breath, gazing at him, certain that she had misheard. Had he just... proposed?

"I love you," Matt confessed. "And I've been without you enough to know that I never want to be apart from you again. Will you marry me, Rey of Jakku?"

Rey smiled gently. "Of course," she murmured softly. And wrapping her arms about him, she gave him a long kiss...

... And when she and Matt broke the kiss at last, it seemed, it was at their wedding. Their wedding kiss with their friends cheering around them and a smiling Leia officiating, having just pronounced them husband and wife. Rey wore a strapless white gown - the same one that Leia herself had gotten married in - and Matt was in a borrowed tuxedo from Han's closet. Beaming, Rey and Matt swept themselves up into another dizzying kiss, holding it for a moment before releasing, smiling into each other's eyes.

That night, happily alone, Rey arched and squirmed blissfully as her husband made gentle love to her in the Millennium Falcon.

"Matthew..." she gasped. "Matthew, please..." She nearly sobbed the words, the pleasure he was giving her felt so wonderful.

Matt hovered above her, grunting. "Cum for me, my love."

She whimpered. "MATTHEW!" she wailed, writhing beneath him as she rode her orgasm to completion. Her groom followed inside of her moments later, and they lay there sweating, panting, wrapped in each other's arms before Matt pulled out and rolled off her. Still, he held Rey close to his chest, and shivered as she pressed her lips adoringly into his chest, peppering him with kisses.

"When I left on my mission, I should have kissed you goodbye," he rumbled.

Rey traced patterns lightly over his pectorals. "I wish you had," she murmured quietly. "I wanted you to kiss me. To say that you loved me." Raising her head off of his chest, she regarded him curiously. "Were you captured? After you were shot down? How did you escape?"

Matt was quiet for a moment. Finally, he began:

"I was captured. Shot down over Dantooine. The First Order has a base there and I was dragged in for questioning."

Rey trembled as she peered into his face. "Did... did they torture you?"

"No," Matt shook his head. "The base I was held in was not meant to be a prison. It looked more like a hospital, with cleaning and medical supplies. I was kept in a janitorial closet. One night, while the guards were asleep, I found some black dye amongst the supplies and dyed my hair. When my guard came in the next morning, I quietly beat him up and swiped the key. Put on his clothes. Patrolling the hallways, I pretended to be the Supreme Leader, and got the stormtroopers to prepare a TIE fighter for me. I boarded and took right off the planet and no one was the wiser.

Rey gaped at her husband. And then, she began to laugh. "Matthew, you are so... brilliant!"

Matt beamed. "And you, Rey of Jakku, are beautiful."

She flushed scarlet, even as she wrinkled her nose. "Hmm. That sounds kind of outdated already. My name." She caressed him. "I wish I knew your last name."

"I wish I knew yours," Matt chuckled. "And mine too."

"What are we going to name our child?" Rey mused innocently.

Matt nearly fell off the bed. "Are you... pregnant?"

Beaming, blinking back tears, Rey nodded. "I found out after you left. It was... when we made love that first time."

Matt grinned broadly and kissed Rey's lips chastely. "I love you!" He let out a long breath, clearly deep in thought. "Well, I guess we have to figure out our last name now. Or mine, anyway."

"What if we came up with our own last name?" Rey suddenly offered up.

Matt's brow furrowed, intrigued. "But what name would suit us?"

In answer, Rey climbed out of the bed they shared and retrieved the Jedi texts from the closet. Flipping through pages, her husband looking over her shoulder, she read ancient names of Force users - Jedi and Sith - past, until she finally came to rest on one page in the middle of the second tome she leaved through. "Here. Listen to this: Ajunta Pall, a Dark Jedi Master who was expelled from the Jedi Order close to 4,000 years ago, became what is considered to be the very First Dark Lord of the Sith."

Matt stared at her curiously. "You want to share our married name... with a Dark Lord of the Sith? Take the name of a Sith Lord?"

Rey nodded. "It would reflect our baby's Force heritage. And... it would balance out the light of our love. Light and darkness."

After a long moment, Matt nodded, agreeing with her reasoning. Smiling warmly, Rey kissed him.

"I love you, Matthew Pall."

"I love you too, Rey Pall."