THE DYAD [REYLO]

WE'LL BE FINE

"Mommy?" Posing his head on his mother's belly, the quiet, yet prudent voice of the child slowly awoken Rey. "Can I play with your lightsaber?"

"I already told you it isn't a toy, sweetie." Rey answered, straightening up carefully aq not to be brutal with her son's body resting on hers.

She smiled at how precious he looked like. His hair were in a complete mess, some strands of it falling in front of his eyes, its color similar to hers. Rey caressed one of his rosy cheeks, due to his teeth still developing.

"When will I have my own lightsaber?"

She came to disagree multiple times when Ben denounced his wholly likeness with her. He inevitably looked very much similar to her in his appearance, but Rey caught unthinkable differences in his behavior...The child got her incessant stubbornness--yes; but his fragile temperament, imperturbable patience, and sensitivity is unrealistic to be from her.

"Soon. I promise."

Since her pregnancy, Ben drastically forbidden Rey—or anyone—to inform their successor(s) about the whole Kylo Ren story. The two majors reasons was that he found this part of his life too traumatizing and heartless to tell a mere child. And was petrified at the idea they would try to walk in his footsteps like he did with his grandfather.

The boy throws himself on the pillows while Rey sat up at the edge of the bed, stretching. "Can I stay in bed a little longer? I'm tired." She nodded, leaning to kiss his scalp.

After dressing up, Rey went downstairs, intrigued by the smell of good food awaiting for her. The first thing she perceived when entering the kitchen, was her husband at the stoves. Ben loved concocting meals for his family, or simply Rey when their son wasn't born yet. "Good morning."

"Morning." Rey smiled back, enveloping his back with her arms, and leaving a gentle kiss by his neck. Then, she advanced towards the counter where tons of envelopes rested. She started reading the sources of each of them; most came from the Resistance or other political stuffs she'll have to sign on. "How is he?" Ben asked, turning over the aliments into the pan. "Tired. He stayed in bed." She answered.

Ben concentrated on his cooking, while keeping a close eye on his wife. "And you?"

The shadows under her eyes consented the opposite of what she was about to say. "I am okay." Ben fairly knew that. And even by being more capable to hold a short night and to hide it, he was tired just the same. "Rey,"

He sighed, turning the stoves off. "You cannot pretend to be fine when you clearly aren't." Rey fingered the letters in her hand, trembling. "Not with me."

Being dishonest isn't a fair option when you share a Dyad. Since their romantic relationship began, their connection kept increasing. Their minds became translucent for one another. They let the other entering their memories, emotions, and everything that make them who they are. They let what are bonding them together, consuming their very perspectives of the other. They truly became one.

Ben pinched his lips together. "Rey," She felt his invisible, intrusive presence into her mind, making her reinforcing her mental barriers even more. Ben sighed, grabbing softly her letters and tossed them on the counter. "What are you afraid of exactly?" She sighed, sniffing.

"Tell me." He softened his voice.

Rey broke down in tears as she divulge the angst gnawing at her. "I'm afraid he'd turn." A lump formed into his throat. Of course. She is afraid their son might take down the same path he did. The voices, accompanied by nightmares began around the same age for Ben as their boy.

"But I can't stop imagining him," Rey looked precisely into Ben's orbs. "My baby," Her strangled voice shattered Ben's insides. "Feeling the pain you have felt with turning to the Dark side." Her sobs increased, and instead of speaking, Ben invited her petite figure to be overwhelmed with his broad one.

Sometimes, words cannot comfort emotions as well as acts can. It isn't enough, productive or simply beneficial. "Shhh." His grip tightened when she started trembling from pure fear, and anxiety. He kissed her head multiple times, assuring her his presence.

Rey's hands grabbed his shirt, as if holding for dear life. Her sobs making for her hard to breathe. "Rey, sweetheart. Breathe."

Ben kept a solid face for his wife, although, he wasn't less preoccupied. "Breathe with me, okay?" Rey tried her best to focus on his sweet voice, who always brings her comfort.

Rey had no true memories of the relationship her parents held, just what she imagined. In her fantasies, they were happy. And that her birth was something that showed the true necessity of the other, just as her son's birth did with Ben. Sometimes she envied him, envied that he did witnessed what his parents' love for one another was like.

The type of love she received wasn't what she always come to expect. Rey used to think it would be her parents' and no one else's. Almost that she didn't held a profile for being loved as Ben does now. It's warm, comforting. Sometimes, she wonders if her parents were as enamored as she is with her husband. She holds struggles to remember which of her parents' she was the closest with.

"He'll be fine. We'll be too." Ben murmured. She just nodded, allowing more tears to shed. He pinched his lips, hurt to feel her emotions as though they were his own.

And more the years passed, the more the souvenirs faded away. Rey even came to the point of thinking that the very things she thinks as memories, are just what her imagination created as a mere child.

Rey took another deep breath, as her husband left a ghost of a kiss on her forehead. "You need to be strong for him," Ben poses his hand on her rounded belly. "And for her."

One of his thumb whips her tears in a soft movement. "But with me, you don't have to." Rey's hand gripped his wrist. "I'm sorry."

"Do you remember what you told me years ago?" Rey looked up, frowning.

"Apologize when you make stupid decisions out of your emotions. But never apologize about what you feel." Rey chuckled lightly. "I hate when you lecture me with my own words."

Ben smiled, relieved he was able to make her laugh. His lips lazily encountered hers in response.

Even after years of relationship, a marriage, a child, and one in preparation, they loved one another just as day one. They were still eager to walk through another day hands in hands together. Sometimes, they reflected on how hard they wanted to hate each other--and every time, Ben brought the fact that she was the one who tried to do so, while he already collapsed under the weight of his feelings for her long ago. They often were sad of the time lost in fighting, and over their stubbornness. But happy, and proud of the long way they walked to get where they are now.

Ben often feared to be far from the great parent he already knew Rey would be. But even when these fears still made it through his mind, he recalled the moment his very doubts turned to ashes : when Rey bore this little vulnerable thing to life. Already five years ago...

And knowing they will live this moment again, they were overwhelmed with an indescribable joy.

Ben retracted from the kiss, only to rest his forehead against hers. 'I love you.' He verbalized quietly through their bond.

"I love you too, my Ben."