Epilogue
Rey Pall stood on the cliffs of Ahch-To, looking out over the sea. Down below her, by the stone huts, young children - blossoming Jedi - played and meditated.
A soft cooing could be heard, as Rey felt her daughter, Leia, squirm in her arms. Her baby was not quite two, and was clearly waiting for the same thing she was. Smiling, Rey bounced her child lightly, cooing to her. "Daddy will be here soon, my sweet."
It had been 18 months since the war ended. 18 months since Rey had defeated Kylo Ren in a climactic lightsaber duel, killing him. It had pained her to kill him, and tear their Force Bond apart forever. It had pained her to fail in saving him and turning him back to the Light.
But the First Order was defeated. The galaxy was at peace. And Rey had a beautiful little girl, scores of Jedi students, and a man who loved her.
A freighter was just touching down on the landing platform by the shore, and Rey happily ran to meet it, her Jedi robes billowing behind her. Amidst the disembarking travelers, she spotted the fine head of blonde hair before she saw his face. Matthew Pall now came striding into view.
"Hello all, I'm home!" he called.
Near where the crates were being unloaded, a New Republic officer watched as Matt approached. "Who's that?"
Rey beamed with pride. "That's my husband." And she happily ran into Matthew's arms, nestling their daughter between them. She kissed him passionately, beaming. "Welcome home, my love!"
Matt smiled that winning smile and kissed her lightly again, tucking some hair behind her ear. Then he ruffled baby Leia's forehead, kissing her crown. "And here are my best girls! No sight I would rather see!"
Rey held out her hand. "Come on. The younglings are anxious to see you."
And together, husband and wife and baby headed up towards the stone huts.