One standard year later.
"What are you doing out here? It's cold in this wind," Ben wrapped the wooly blanket around Rey's shoulders as she stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the waves crash into the island.
"I've been thinking," she answered staring out over the ocean but seeing something else entirely.
Ben was glad he'd decided to bring the blanket with him, instead of relying on his skills of persuasion to bring her inside.
"What have you been thinking?" He mumbled into her hair as he stood behind her, holding her in his arms.
"Luke's idea about starting a Jedi academy. It wasn't a horrible idea." Rey mused.
Ben was silent for a moment, "It ended...somewhat badly."
Rey spun to face him in then, "Luke looked for children with bloodlines and names but what if...if there was no baggage."
Ben's eyes narrowed.
"What if we just look for children with a sensitivity to the Force, not worry about lineage or connections, and then we train them without fear of the dark side." Her voice was brimming with excitement.
"You wouldn't be afraid that history would repeat itself?" He asked, unconvinced.
Rey tugged his hand toward her, resting it on her bulging abdomen. "No, I'm not worried about history repeating itself."
Ben brought his other hand to rest on her protruding belly, reaching through the Force to the tiny life inside.
"If there is anyone capable of teaching a child how to resist the temptations of the darkness, it's you, Ben."
He kissed her forehead gently, murmuring, "My wife comes up with her best ideas after bedtime."
She playfully pushed him back, "I'll have you know, the caretakers had me up earlier than you this morning, something about a leak in the reflection pool of the Jedi temple."
He laughed, folding her back into his arms.
"A school," he said quietly.
Rey nodded her head with a smile that illuminated her face in the moonlight, "A school."