Several hours passed slowly. You could feel Kylo's body wrapped around your own as you woke, his muscular hands nestled around your belly. The babies, two daughters, were kicking their father's hands hard, and a grin curled at the corner of your mouth. Your mind had been wondering all night, about the sweet little ones fluttering in your womb. What would they be like? What were you to call them? You were sure that if one had been a son, Kylo would have wanted to call him Anakin. You briefly wondered if that could be made into a girl's name somehow, when a weird feeling came over you. You rolled over, caressing the side of your husband's face gently.

"Kylo...do you feel that?" When he didn't stir, you pinched him under his arm, giggling to yourself as his body jerked in your arms. "KYLO."

"I'm up, I'm up, what is it, what's wrong? Is it the girls?" He asked in a groggy panic, sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"No, it's not that. Close your eyes. Do you feel that?" You reaffirmed, watching as he focused, becoming one with the force. He reached out with his senses, and when his eyes opened again, they looked as if they were on fire.

"She's here."

You cocked your head to the side, eyes wide with terror. You had never seen that look on Kylo's face before. It shook you to your core. "Who is here?"

Kylo's expression was grave, face heating up as he stared off into the distance. "My mother."

Your expression twisted in confusion, panic settling in your stomach as you shot out of the bed as quickly as your body would allow. "Kylo, that isn't possible. There is no way the Resistance has made it on board our base. Starkiller is basically impenetrable...right?"

"Wrong. If my father could do it, there is no reason my mother's fleet could not have maneuvered around our defenses. It is not the entire Resistance, however. I sense only mother. I share a Force bond with Rey, I would know if they were all here."

You felt as if all the oxygen in your body had just been knocked clean out of you, you didn't know what to do. General Leia Organa was a force to be reckoned with, and she would not go down without a fight. It wasn't hard to guess what she wanted. She was here to take Kylo away from you, to rehabilitate him...or to kill him. Neither of those were an option, it would happen over your dead body. "Let me go to Hux. I know you are angry with him, but we will need his help."

Kylo tore his body from the bed, beginning to clothe himself rapidly. "You will not. He is lucky to still have his head attached to his shoulders." You rolled your eyes at him. Hux may have been a grade A asshole, but he was good at what he did, and had military training, something both of them were lacking in.

"Kylo," You started, placing your hand on his chest gently. Your eyes locked with his, and he looked down, knowing that you were more level headed in the face of adversity than he was. "We don't have much of a choice. You are not safe. Our daughters are not safe. We won't beat your mother without strategy. She is smarter than she looks."

"I don't want to beat her." A chill crept down your spine at his words, fearful that his own speech about fighting the light hadn't rung true in his own ears. He could see the fear etched into your eyes, and he took your face in his hands gently. "She was the one stupid enough to come here herself. I am going to turn her." He leaned in, kissing your lips roughly. "Go, I trust you. Do what you must. I am going to face my mother."

You clung to his hands, capturing his lips once more, sweeter this time. "Be safe. You better come back to me." He caressed the side of your face, eyes promising you the entire Galaxy.

"I always do."

Your breathing escalated as you watched your husband leave, contemplating what the best strategy would be. You had to be careful walking to the prison cells in the base's lower level; you didn't know where the Princess was lurking, and though you were plenty strong with the force yourself, your condition was delicate at the moment. Your hands massaged your pregnant stomach, whispering sweet nothings to your babies as you disrobed from your nightgown, quickly stepping into your normal wear. You pulled Kylo's cloak around your body, feeling safer in the embrace of his clothes as you armed yourself with your own lightsaber and waddled off toward the cells.

General Hux was laying on his back when you finally found him. You were out of breath, your midsection aching slightly after all that walking. You wrestled with your breath, typing in a password on the side of the door and watching Hux roll over in surprise to face you as the cell opened wide.

"Supreme Mistress. To what do I owe the honor?" His tone was clipped, and you shot him a warning glare.

"Watch your tone, General. My husband is granting you a chance to redeem yourself. Leia Organa has infiltrated the base." You watched as General Hux's eyes lit up in a way that was most unsettling, and you took an instinctive step backward. "Don't make him regret it."

Hux chuckled darkly, though it didn't quite meet his icy blue eyes. "Oh, little Ms. Solo, so big and so bad. You think you are so special because Ren picked you to rule beside him." He kept walking forward, not stopping until he had you backed against the cold marble wall. You could feel his hot breath on your face, and it was making you nauseous. "You know he only chose you because of the power inside of you, not because he actually loved you, right?"

"You know nothing of Kylo's feelings for me. It started out as a grab for my power, I'm not stupid. I know why he wanted me for an apprentice. I had power and he wanted to be the one to harness it, to tap into the Kenobi legacy. But tell me, how long did I stay his little apprentice, hmm? Not long, once he realized what he felt for me." You could feel your face growing hot, anger boiling in your blood. He would be sorry if he pushed you any further, your connection to the Force was still wildly unbridled and unstable. Kylo had had to stop teaching you when you fell pregnant.

"Are you so certain he took you as a wife out of affection? He's psychotic, Solo, he wanted what lies in your womb. And you were stupid enough to spread your legs for him."

"ENOUGH! STOP TRYING TO TURN ME AGAINST HIM!" You screamed, rage boiling over as you reached your hand towards him, tapping into the Force effortlessly. Hux began to choke, the Force knocking him back forcefully into his cell. You held him there, clenching harder and harder, your anger feeding your desire to watch him die. His face turned purple, and he let out a loud wail, a wide smirk crawling up your face as you watched the life leave his eyes. When you finally dropped him, he was no longer breathing, and you walked forward timidly, to check and see if he was truly dead. As you came down off your high, you were beginning to curse at yourself. You had just told Kylo that killing him would be foolish, and look at what you had done.

You knelt, checking for a pulse after you approached his limp body. His pulse was weak, but there was one. You contemplated whether you should finish him off or call for help, when suddenly you felt hands on your abdomen, pushing you off Hux hard. He sat up, gasping for air as you wrapped your hands against your belly, which was now cramping all over.

"O-Ow...what have you d-done, ugh." You moaned, fear strangling you as you realized he could have very well hurt your twins.

"What did I do? You just tried to murder me!" General Hux stood up on shaky legs, stalking toward you as you tried to scoot backwards away from him, unable to stand. There was a delicate pop, and you felt hot liquid gush out from between your legs. Fuck! Hux was now looming over you, your breath hitching in your throat as you fought to think of something quick. Your water had broken, and you were not about to let him bring any more harm to Kylo's children than he already had. You grabbed the lightsaber strapped to your side, digging it into Hux's left eye with one swift jab, his body having no time to even scream before his body smacked the floor with a distinct thud.

"Somebody help!" You screamed as a contraction tore through you, dropping your weapon as you cupped your aching belly. There weren't any Stormtroopers around, and you were frightened that you'd be forced to crawl back to the elevator. You took a deep, hard breath, and slowly lifted yourself to your knees, taking a breather to allow your wiggling children a moment to settle as the contraction came to a stop. You can do this; one, two, three...You pushed with your legs again, finally clamoring to your feet, using the wall for support. Okay, now you just have to find Kylo. We can do this. You thought to yourself.

More water was trickling down your legs with each step you took, leaving a trail as you limped through the lower level of the space station. You could feel your stomach growing heavier, as if one twin was lowering themselves down into the birth canal slowly but surely. You hoped to stave that off as much as possible, cupping the bottom of your belly hard. You need their heads to stay right where they were until you could get to a bed. "Kylo!" You screamed, knowing good and well he was nowhere in sight. You had almost reached the elevator when the second contraction hit, and you almost collapsed, grabbing onto the railing in the lift and pressing the proper button frantically.

You had hit the key that would take you straight to the room you shared with your husband, though it stopped on the middeck floor, and you swore loudly. Your temper flared, and you lashed out at the elevators side paneling hard, kicking a dent in the shiny chrome. When the doors opened, a middle-aged woman raised a perfect brown eyebrow at you, a half smile gracing her aged face.

"Well now. A personality to rival his own I see. No wonder my son has taken a liking to you." Your heart froze in your chest, looking up to meet the gaze of none other than Princess Leia Organa-Solo herself.

Meanwhile, Kylo was all but tearing the base apart looking for his mother. He was growing increasingly frustrated, stalking the halls like a jungle animal on the prowl. His mind was racing a mile a minute, heart pounding in his ears. He could feel her, but his mind was distracted. His senses were pulling toward his connection with Rey, and though he was fighting it, the Force seemed to have other ideas. Her face shimmered before him clear as day, and he fought to keep his cool. "I don't have time for this."

"Kylo. Your mother knows about the twins. If you don't get [your name] off that base now, you may never hold them. General Organa isn't going to let you warp her grandchildren. I hope you're aware of that."

Kylo's brows furrowed, staring hard into Rey's eyes. He couldn't figure out what game she thought she was playing. She had made it painfully obvious where her loyalties lay. "Why tell me this now? I offered you a chance to rule at my side, and you threw it back in my face. If anything, you should be jealous of [your name]."

Rey rolled her eyes, face scrunching up in disgust. "I pity her, Ben. I couldn't be further from jealousy if I wanted to be. But I wanted to offer you one more chance before the General found you, I think you deserve that much. If you want anything to do with those children, I beg of you. Give up this foolish fantasy. There is too much-" Kylo cut her off, anger simmering behind his eyes at the use of his proper name.

"If you say there is too much of my father in me, I swear I will kill you when next we meet." He warned, though he could tell by the look on her face that she called bullshit. He didn't know what to do, and that pissed him off more than anything else. His children were a mere two weeks from birth, and he was already failing them. He purposefully shut off his own connection with the Force for several moments, the line with Rey fading into cruel memory. He walked urgently toward one of the loudspeakers the Stormtroopers used for communication, mashing the button so hard he nearly broke it.

"[your name]? Please report to the bridge…" He commanded anxiously; he would feel better when he had his eyes on her. He'd like to see his mother try and take her from this base. He didn't want to kill Leia, but if she pressed the issue, he would not hesitate. He pressed it again. "[your name]! Bridge, now, please."

He was met with radio silence, initially, and just when he was ready to have a meltdown, there was an answer that pinged in from the elevator. "I don't think she's gonna make it to the bridge. I'm sorry, Ben. If you want to hold these girls, you're going to have to surrender." She'd beaten him to her.

"Goddamnit!" He screamed, ripping the comm system straight out of the wall, and tossing it carelessly to the floor. He didn't know where she was, but by the gods he was hunting her down, and there would be no crevasse, no abandoned moon where she could hide from him.