The days went by agonizingly slow over the next five months. You and Kylo both simply lived and put up with each other for the rest of your pregnancy, not going out of your ways to say more than five or six words to each other at a time. "How was work?" You'd ask him when he would come home, Griffin hanging on his leg and hugging him tight. "Work was alright." He'd reply, reaching down to rub Griffin's hair and pull him off so he could sit down and wait for dinner.
Each day your belly grew and grew, and each day you could have sworn your children were fighting inside of you. The baby on the left, "Twin A" as they were known as, was wild. Kicking and punching and pushing on your navel and bladder every chance they got, you often had to stop what you were doing to relax and recover from the pain on the left side of your abdomen. The baby on the right, "Twin B," was much more relaxed and docile, you often hated to think that Twin A was beating on them when most of the time they stayed quite still. Of course there were times when they were both beating each other, causing you so much grief you almost begged Kylo to take you for another C section that instant. The only thing he'd do was smile at you, place his hand on your belly and rub until at least one of them calmed, most often Twin B first and Twin A following them.
"I put those children there, I should be suffering with you." He would say as the babies kicked his hand. "They are strong." He noted, you looked at him with the most annoyed expression on your face. "If only you could feel them inside of you." You said, chuckling at yourself. What a stupid thing for Kylo to say, it wasn't as if he had been feeling their strength every day for the last 8 months.
Now here you were, 9 months pregnant with Kylo's set of second miracle children. You were sitting at the dinner table with your sketch pad on your belly, working on a drawing of the twins you had started when you got your last ultrasound. One of the Twins was facing down while the other was still facing up, in their own sacs they were still pressed so close to one another, head on feet and feet on head. It was something so amazing, you hadn't made it this far with Griffin and you were just amazed. Technically you were full term, come tomorrow you'd be a day overdue. Kylo had kept his word, he kept his children safe and sound and he kept his hands off of you and Griffin the entire time.
Kylo sat on the floor in the living room with Griffin, teaching him some meditation techniques that help with Force control. He had taken the last month off work, only replying to messages and phone calls when he needed to. He had told you that he'd hate to not be home when you went into labor, leaving you contracting and having to care for Griffin. It was a welcomed gesture, you were alone when you went into labor the first time and it was very scary, although you were more prepared this time around you were happy to have the adult company--even if it came from someone you didn't particularly care for.
You took in the quiet for once, your men sat on the floor with their eyes closed breathing in deeply and exhaling loudly, it was so serene. Your pencil glided across the paper, finishing the light and thin hairs on Twin B's hairline, you assumed that since you carried them full term that they'd both have a head full of black hair. You had drawn Twin A's face pressed against Twin B's legs while Twin B had their face in Twin A's knees. Like Yin and Yang, a balance brought to your small, growing family.
Although you were worried about the Twin that was facing up not flipping when you went into labor, the technician told you not to worry, there were tricks to flipping babies and if worst came to worst they could always remove them via C section. You desperately didn't want another section, but if suffering for a few days meant your babies would come out healthy then you'd go under the knife at the drop of a hat.
"Without opening your eyes, tell me what mommy is doing." Kylo cut the silence without opening his eyes as well, instructing Griffin to use the Force and look at your drawing. "I see...I see the babies." Kylo's lips quirked into a smile at his response. "What is she doing with the babies?"
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Reteach Me | Kylo Ren x Reader
FanfictionFinally out of the clutches of your husband, Kylo Ren, you try and make peace with your past. Everything is going great, your friendships, relationship, and just your sense of the Resistance community in general. That is, until you find out Kylo isn...