You were in so much pain. General Organa had you cornered in that elevator, and when you heard Kylo's voice ring out on the loudspeaker, your heart leapt into your throat. You opened your mouth to cry out for him, but you couldn't move. Whatever Leia was doing to you with her own wielding of the Force had you immobilized. You stared hard into her eyes, heart beating wildly against your ribcage as you fought back with your own sensitivity to the Force. You pushed at her hold on you, an instinctive snarl ripping from your chest.
"T-This isn't how I imagined meeting you, Your Majesty." You spat, her expression never once wavering. She looked as graceful and regal and calm as she had moments before and it made you hate her.
Leia's robes were a pristine white, her long brown hair worn in a tight bun secured to the back of her head. She was beautiful, and you could tell instantly where Kylo had gotten his good looks. "You are frightened and in pain. It doesn't have to be like this, don't fight it. I only want what is best for these children."
"By ripping them away from their father?"
Leia sighed heavily and shook her head. She looked so tired, eyes weary and heartbroken. It was pathetic, and you felt the light inside of you shrinking as you looked on her. She was a bright beacon of hope, always had been, and the embodiment of everything Kylo stood against. You wanted her to die.
"No, I don't want that. I want Ben to come home. I want the four of you to come home. It is not too late to veer off this destructive course you're on."
You considered her words for a moment. You knew they were sincere, but that didn't matter to you. You were not here to cater to her sentiment. You weren't sure how to handle the situation. If you acted quickly, you might be able to catch her off guard, but you would have to be careful. You knew Kylo was sensitive about his mother. He had killed his father easily, but every time he thought he was capable of taking out Leia, something held him back. You didn't want to risk upsetting him by causing her too much harm. So you took a breath between contractions and steadied yourself, forcing a tight-lipped smile.
"Let me go to him. Please? If you have an ounce of love in your heart for your son, you'd let him be there for the birth of his children."
Leia's jaw set, clearly not taking the bate as she shook her head sadly at you. "I was raised away from my own twin, on completely different planets, to protect us from our father. If Anakin Skywalker had been allowed the liberties you are asking for Ben, I'm not so sure I would be where I am today, or if I'd even still be alive."
She wanted to separate them? Is that what she thought she was getting away with here? You scoffed at her, though you winced as another contraction rolled from your lower back and wrapped around your midsection. "You preach separation, though you claim you want the four of us to come home? Your true intentions are clear, General. I will not wake up from hours of labor to find you have dumped my daughter's god only knows where. They're not yours, it's not your right!" You mustered up as much concentration as you were able, attempting to project the Princess backward, though she was much stronger than you, and did not budge.
"Please don't make me do this. If you cooperate-"
You spat at her, and it seemed as if the ever-majestic Leia Organa had finally lost her cool. With one wave of her hand, you were unconscious, and she caught you in her arms as you fell. Leia was stronger than she looked, and she scooped you into her arms with ease, carrying you swiftly toward the reactor room, where Chewbacca was no doubt waiting for her.
Kylo was tearing the base a part. By the time he had made it to the elevator, it was much too late, and he bent down to examine the evidence. He could still feel both yours and his mother's energy lingering about the area, he'd only just missed you. There was clear liquid and hints of blood dribbled about in the elevator, and Kylo followed the trail as fast as his legs would carry him. He was terrified, knowing that you must have been in labor. The twins were coming a little early, and you needed medical attention immediately. You were not your mother. You were not Padme. He would not lose you like this.
"Send Stormtroopers to surround the hangar bay and reactor core respectively, no one is to leave this base!" He barked, Stormtroopers flying left and right in a sort of frenzy. Kylo marched with his troops, his entire body trembling violently with pure rage as he raced after you. He could not understand why she was doing this to him. What was she gaining out of it? Those children belonged to him. As far as he was concerned, they had zero connection to any of his past.
"MOTHER! Come and face me yourself you coward!" He screamed, stalking through the halls with his lightsaber in one hand, and yours, which had been retrieved from the prison cells by guards, in his other. The glowing red weapons sparked as he drug them along the walls with each step, furiously searing deep holes into everything in his wake.
Leia and Chewie had successfully moved their belongings into the hangar bay, and though they were surrounded by the time Kylo caught up to them, they were almost ready for take-off. Kylo stared at the Millennium Falcon with contempt, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of you. They already had you on board, secured tightly in cargo as Chewbacca climbed into the cockpit, and Leia dealt with the growing issue outside the ship. She heard Kylo scream, though she was too busy firing her blaster to pay him much notice.
"I know you hear me, Mother! Stand and fight me!" He bellowed, garnering her attention at last, as he shot the last of the closest Stormtroopers right between his eyes. She fought to catch her breath, frowning deeply at her son...her baby. She loved him more than he would ever know, and it was crushing her to do this to him. She didn't know how something born of her and Han's love could have turned out so terrible.
"Ben. This is your final chance. Either you come home, and you give up this ridiculous fantasy, or you stay here with your misery and your destruction; but you listen to me and you listen well. I will not let you twist these children into a mirror image of yourself. You will not fail them the way we failed you." Her voice cracked, big brown eyes filling with tears as they stared at one another.
"You're right."
Her expression twisted, bewildered. He could see her lips twitching into an almost smile. What a fool she was, and always would be. "What?"
"You're right." He took a broad step forward, gripping his weapons as hard as was physically possible. "I will not fail them." He chucked his lightsaber hard, spearing Leia in her shoulder. She screamed, fighting to yank the saber from her body as Chewbacca pulled the draw panel closed, sealing Leia inside the Falcon. The ship shot off into hyperspace before Kylo could react, and he fell to his knees as his entire life disappeared before his eyes.
When you woke up, you were in serious pain. You were strapped to a bed in the cargo bay, and Leia was at your side, Kylo's lightsaber in one hand, patching herself up with the other. You watched her wince as a droid helped her cleanse the hole, and your eyes fixated on your husband's weapon. You tried to sit up instinctively, but your wrists were restrained. "That's Kylo's…what have you done with him?!" When she didn't answer, you growled loudly. "Answer me!"
Leia waved you off dismissively, sitting the lightsaber down and wrapping her shoulder with gauze, walking around to check your cervix. "Hmm. Almost time."
"Like hell it is. I don't have to push…I c-can…" You trailed off, contraction ripping into you like never before. It was intense, and it took all the energy in your body to fight for breath. You cried out loudly, and Leia smiled to herself.
"Yeah, you say that. Your body will do the work for you, sister. Trust me."
Tears rolled down your cheeks, reaching out with all your senses. You needed to feel Kylo, somehow, someway. You needed him to be with you, to hold you. You couldn't do this. You felt Leia run her fingers through your hair, and you wanted to jerk away, but you couldn't. She sighed.
"This doesn't have to be hard. Calm down. You are my daughter-in-law, I am not here to hurt you."
You turned your tear-stained face toward her, eyes bloodshot and accusatory. "Oh? You aren't here to hurt me? You have me strapped to a bed, in the final stages of labor, torn from my husband and packed in cargo like cattle, but you aren't here to hurt me?"
Leia flinched, regret and deep sadness etched into her features. "I'm sorry it has to be this way. I cannot trust you. Ben has his hooks in you so deep...and I am truly sorry. Obi-Wan wouldn't have wanted to see you like this."
You wanted to grill her, ask her what she knew of your true parentage, but you couldn't. These babies were coming, and there was no amount of stalling you could do to stop it. You could feel a ring of fire around your most sensitive of areas, one of the girls was beginning to crown. Leia petted your curls gently.
"You're going to have to push."
"No! I can't!" You wailed, fighting it with every muscle in your body.
"You must!" She instructed, spreading your legs to watch your progress. She hadn't been lying to you when she said your body would do the work for you, you could feel your will to resist slipping away. Your body wanted to push more than it wanted to breathe, and no amount of will power was enough to keep those children inside of you a moment longer. You let out an ear-splitting scream, pushing with all your might, completely against your will. One daughter slid into her grandmother's arms, a loud wail erupting from her tiny body.
"L-Let me see her." You were grateful when Leia relented, laying your newborn on your chest for you to get a good look at. The General knew you weren't in any place to go anywhere, you couldn't run with the baby no matter how badly you wanted to. Her hair was pitch black, eyes as large and as deep brown as her father's. She looked just like Kylo, and she was the picture of perfection in your eyes. You wished more than anything that you could move your arms, you wanted to embrace your baby.
"Anakin."
Leia looked at you as if you were mad, but she didn't say anything. She was more focused on the other twin fighting her way into the world. You felt her head pressing against your insides, and you fought the deep guttural shout bubbling in your chest. You didn't want to frighten Anakin, who was wriggling around on your chest, nestled between your breasts.
The second twin came slowly, push after push bringing her head out at an agonizing speed. You gritted your teeth, barring down hard and pretending with every fiber of your imagination that Kylo was here with you. Your heart broke with every push, this was not how this was supposed to happen. Your heart broke with every push, this was not how this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be a family. Kylo had planned the birth to a T, something you had in no way expected from your husband, who had been terribly busy of late tracking the Resistance. You were to be brought to his side immediately upon going into labor, if you weren't there already, and he was going to carry you to a small room at the back of the middeck. There was a small hot tub back there, and Kylo had dismantled the jets, so it would be a safe place to bring the children into the world. Just the two of you, in a place all your own. This was all so backwards.
You pictured his hands supporting your hips as you pushed against him, his lips gentling kissing and nipping at your thighs. You pictured his soft, velvet voice whispering in your ear, and the fantasy helped to ease the pain if only a little. It wasn't long after that that you passed her shoulders, her small body slipping into Leia's outstretched arms.
"Shmi." You exclaimed weakly.
"Anakin and Shmi Solo?" Leia asked, as if unsure of your decision. You nodded, eyes bleeding with despair as Leia swaddled Shmi in a piece of scrap cloth and handed her off to a tall black droid.
"N-No, let me see her. Please!" No one was listening, though the General looked on you with pity as you struggled against your restraints, trying your damnedest to grab hold of Anakin before she was swept away too. "Where are you taking them?" You demanded, a worn expression tearing at the pain in Leia's eyes. You could tell it was destroying her on the inside, but her mind was made up. Your twins were to be separated, and raised on different planets; strategically placed to make sure neither you nor Kylo could ever track them down.
"Don't you do to us what Obi-Wan did to you. Can you look me in the eyes and honestly tell me that you were happy? That you wouldn't have wanted to grow up alongside your own brother?"
Leia opened her mouth as if she were going to defend herself, but then shut it again. She knew there was nothing she could say to make you understand. Sure, she would have loved to have grown up with Luke; but that didn't change the facts. It didn't change that Darth Vader would have destroyed any glimpse of light that had any hope of clinging to either one of them, and what would have become of the Rebellion had that been allowed to happen? There was no way the Battle of Endor would have ended the way it did, had Luke been on the wrong side of the Force.
"You don't understand what you're asking, [your name]. If you love these children, you won't try to stop me. I'm doing this for them." And with that, the Princess turned on her heel, striding off toward the helm of the ship, and leaving you there to toil in your own torment.