Royal Arrangements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter two

You woke up and Kylo was already gone.

It was always like this now. You woke up without him, gave the girls breakfast without him, spent time with them without him, made dinner without him, and sometimes, went to bed without him.

"Good morning, Mama," squeaked a sleepy Alula from your doorway.

You turned over on your back, looking at her with a tired, pained smile. You woke up with a headache. Again.

"Good morning, baby girl," you said. "Did you sleep well?"

"I had a dream that Daddy took us all to an island," she said, yawning. "And he told us that he wasn't going to leave us anymore."

You sat up in bed. "Hm... wouldn't that be nice," you said, sighing.

Alula, clutching a tiny stuffed stormtrooper plush from her father, climbed up on bed. You opened your arms and legs, letting her settle herself in the space between them. You wrapped your arms around her, kissing the side of her head lovingly.

You put your head on her shoulder, your chin turning to the side of her neck. Softly, you whispered in her ear, pointing to the vanity at the end of the room.

"Can you get that hairbrush for Mama?" you asked.

She nodded. With a pout of concentration on her small face, she held up a hand. Her fingers spread, eyes squinted, and she concentrated on the brush.

You had taught her to do little things. Kylo always promised to, but he was busy. It was difficult, considering you weren't Force sensitive, but it wasn't impossible.

The brush lifted off of the surface of the grey vanity. You smiled, pulling back from her as to not break her concentration.

It raised into the air, then descended down again. She grunted and tried again.

"Mama," she said, letting you know she was struggling.

"You can do it," you encouraged. "Remember who you are, Alula Ren. Who your father is."

"That isn't gonna help," she whined.

You frowned. She always gave up early. She got her self doubt from her father. As sad as it was, Adhara was always the confident one.

"Your Daddy can do anything, can't he?" you asked.

Her eyes sparkled. "Yes." She adored him so much.

"And remember what he told you?"

"That I'm stronger than he is," she said proudly. "I'm stronger because my Mama is a princess, and my Daddy is a commander, and my great grandpa was a Sith."

It was something Kylo took time to tell her. He wanted her to be prideful of who she was. She was half him, a commander, a Force user, a Skywalker, and half you, a princess, a soldier. Although he never mentioned his family to his daughters, he kept her assured that she was a descendant of several strong women.

You reached over and pinched her cheek, where the soft baby fat still was. You wished it would never go away. You just wanted her to be little forever.

"Exactly, baby," you said. "Then I think you can do it. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mama," she said, and she turned back to the brush.

She repeated her actions. A grin of triumph washed over her face as she lifted it and it fell at the foot of the bed. She gasped and snatched it like it was threatening to run away.

"That's my girl," you said, beaming. You pulled her into your arms, kissing her cheeks and hair. She giggled. "That's my princess."

You pulled all of her hair back until you held it up in your hand. You gripped tight the bundle at the nape of her neck so that when you ran the bristles of the brush through it, they would not pull your hair.

Something you learned from Marlo. You internally sighed at the thought of your old friend. She had been gone for six years now, but it felt like a lifetime.

"Mama!"

The urgency in Adhara's voice made your head shoot up. Alula stiffened, feeling her sister's discomfort in the Force. There she stood, breathing heavily, her hair weighed down with sweat.

"What is it, angel?" you asked, sliding out from under Alula and crawling across the bed. You got down on the ground in front of her, placing your hands on her hips. "Adhara, baby. What is it?"

"Something bad," she whispered.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Bad?"

Looking at your other daughter, you saw that she was staring at her sister, her dark eyebrows pulled together in deep thought. They were communicating with each other, a habit you couldn't and didn't want to break them from.

"Girls," you said, looking between the two of them. "You know Mama can't understand what the two of you are saying to one another. I'm not Force sensitive like Daddy is."

Alula slid off the bed and pursed her lips. "Uh-oh."

"What uh-oh?" you asked.

You were getting frustrated. It was nearly impossible to understand their body language, and two five year olds couldn't exactly realize how stuck their mother felt.

"Girls," you said seriously, and you grabbed Adhara's hand. "You need to tell me if there is trouble." Adhara looked at you. "Is there?"

"Yes, Mommy."

You tried not to panic, but you felt your heart drop to the floor and through it. "Okay. Now what's the trouble? Does Daddy know? Feel for him."

"I don't know," she answered.

You nodded. "Alright, alright. What's the trouble then?"

"The bad guys are coming," she said, and then her eyes widened. "The bad guys are here."

Your blood ran cold and your skin tingled. Kylo had ran over what you had to do if the base was ever under attack by the Resistance, but you still did not feel prepared.

"Remember what I told you to do when this happened?" you whispered to Adhara, your strongest, your bravest. She nodded. "Go get your bag, baby."

She did. Just then, you felt the floor beneath you rumble. You resisted the urge to snatch up your girls and flee.

"Mama," Alula said. She looked at you with her father's eyes. "Daddy's mad."