Prompt: another "Kylo Ren is captured by the Resistance in labor". Kylo plans to escape with his baby as soon as he's given birth, but a difficult delivery means he's dependent on his family for longer than planned and he finds himself enjoying the TLC from his parents and uncles.

Tense is a bit wibbly-wobbaly but that's because it's very much filled 'things that happened in the past' and 'things that are happening in the present' being intermixed – still, sorry if it sounds jarring.

So naming the baby Anakin was REALLY WEIRD. Also, I don't actually know what a week old baby can do (I have met week old babies... I'm really bad at remembering what milestones they hit at what times) so I apologise if I made the kid more capable than it should be.

Warnings: mpreg, vague talking of a difficult birth

He isn't supposed to still be there.

He was supposed to leave a week ago. Supposed to take his child the second they were born and leave to return to the First Order and the Supreme Leader.

Childbirth had ended up harder than he had expected. Had ended up with him horse from screaming and stiches in a part of his body that meant every movement shot agony though him. He had ended up on bed-rest, and despite the fact he hated being trapped within the confines on one room (one bed), he didn't have the energy to stand for long. Leaving was an impossibility.

His family for the most part leaves him alone to heal. They make sure he is fed and comfortable, and that he gets to spend time with his son (named Anakin only to cause his mother to scowl) without being overwhelmed by him.

His body is slow to heal and even a week later he still finds walking to be an agony that he does not look forward too. It makes even his dislike of seeing the same four walls of the room in the Resistance Base a lesser of two evils.

His mother had given him a holo-pad filled with books to help him stave off border. His father and uncles just started spending more and more time with him as it got clearer he hated being stuck in the room.

At first he had wanted to argue with them, to scream at them and demand for their deaths, but he still felt exhausted from the birth and his throat scratchy and sore from the exhortation it had gone through in it. He didn't have the energy or voice to yell at them, so he had sullenly ignored their presences unless they involved his son. Eventually he had regained his strength and voice but then he had lost his fire. They had spent the week fretting over him (as much as any of them could fret). Had spent it doing everything they could to make sure he was healing and comfortable and dancing around the topics they knew might cause his distress or hated. They had treated him as if he was fragile but never as if he was weak.

He finds himself struggling to want to go back to the First Order. Struggling to want to go back to the Supreme Leader who had sent him into battle despite the fact he was nine months pregnant because he should be strong enough for it to not slow him down. Struggling to want to go back to the Supreme Leader who had refused to let him lighten up on his training because of the strain of the child on his body.

"How are you feeling?" Luke asks him when he walks into the room. He has the same cautious look about him that he does every time (the same cautious feeling through the Force). As if he is waiting for Kylo to blow up, waiting for the violence and demands that had seemed to be stripped of him when he gave birth. He doesn't have a part of the Falcon with him. Which means he probably plans on actually talking to his nephew, instead of silently restoring the piece of the ship to what it had been before Han lost it, giving him his space while still being there should he need it.

"Better," Ren replies and watches as Luke goes over to pick up Anakin and bring him over to Ren who greedily takes his son into his arms.

"Still sore?"

"Yes." He stares down at his sons face and almost regrets giving him the name merely to spite his mother. Kylo knows what is like to be named after a ghost, had stripped himself of the name because he could not stand the legacy. He shouldn't have subjected his child to the same. Still, Anakin is his name now and it is too late for him to change it.

"You'll heal eventually," Luke says and settles himself down into one of the chairs that are permanently by the bedside. The chairs that seem to be filled with a member of his family more often or not, waiting to complete any task he needs of them.

"Yes. I will." He wishes he had healed faster. Wishes it had only taken a couple of days before he had been able to take his child and carve his way through the base to a ship and back to the First Order. Wishes it hadn't taken so long that he found a weird complacency within the base. That it hadn't taken so long that his confrontations with his family have both been long over and not yet had.

"What are you going to do when you are?" Luke asks and Ren cannot help but turn his attention onto his uncle. Anakin doesn't seem to mind, happy where he is cuddled against his mother's chest despite the fact he does not have his attention anymore.

"Go back." What else would he do? He isn't going to stay where he is. Is going to return to where he belongs in the galaxy, return to the Supreme Leader's side and help restore everything to how it rightfully should be.

Luke gives him a look as if he doubts the truth to the statement but Kylo cares little what he thinks. Had never cared what his uncle thought of him after the Supreme Leader showed him all the man's flaws. "Are you taking him with you?" Luke asks, leaning over to gently brush Anakin's face, and Ren watches his son's attention turn onto Luke as the baby give a small smile that Luke returns.

"Of course."

"Is that really the life you want for him?" The smile on Luke's face fades and Anakin's reacts in turn and Kylo finds himself mimicking them both. He hadn't thought about it. Not really. He had only thought about the fact the Supreme Leader needed him and he needed Anakin. He hadn't thought about what he was going to do with a baby when he returned. He hadn't thought about what would happen when he inevitably was needed on a mission that he would not be able to take his child on.

"I'll figure it out."

"You could stay here," Luke says and Ren studies his uncle's face but finds no tell of what he means by the words. Finds no tell so he takes his assumption and runs with hit.

"And what? Join the Resistance? I don't think I'd make a good fit for it."

"No. Just... we can help you. Help you make sure he's taken care of and..." Luke pauses and Ren watches a frown grown on his uncle's as he picks his next words, "help you figure out what you want to do next."

"I already know what I want to do. I want my body to heal so I can return to my teacher," he throws the word in just because he knows it will pain Luke. To remind him that Kylo no longer answers to him but has someone else to guide him in the ways of the Force. To remind him that he is no longer needed.

Luke shuts his eyes and his face is pained and that is exactly the reaction Ren wanted. When he goes to stand and reaches to take Anakin to return him to his crib Kylo finds himself fighting back the urge to beg him not to go. To not leave him alone in the room with the four walls and a baby he hardly knows how to care for. "Just, think over it will you? There are other options available to you then going back to him, than taking Anakin to him."

He leaves the room and Ren finds himself staring over at the crib and his son, happily ignorant to the momentous decision his mother will soon have to make. He finds himself staring at his son and trying to think of exactly what life he wants for him.