Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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If Rey wasn't watching the digital numbers on the clock roll to the next minute, she would've thought the night was paused in time. The minutes came close to feeling like hours as the evening appeared to be unhurried to reach morning.
She would open her eyes after what felt like an hour's worth of sleep, blinking once and sometimes twice to see that the clock changed only by a minute or two since she last looked. Sighing heavily, she'd revert to what was the failure of counting sheep: forwards and backwards in numerical order before reverting to counting headlights.
She eventually lost count how many times she saw the occasional lights of a passing car drift over the walls of her room, disappearing into the designated corner based on where the car was coming from down the street.
With Rey no longer using her sleeping medication at night it was inevitable that her thoughts kept drifting back to everything that had occurred recently. She couldn't even remember the time or day that she decided against using it.
In spite of everything that she discovered about her late fiancé, she no longer felt angry or bitter. She might've involuntarily thanked Ben for that – in her thoughts, of course.
Rose spent the entire day with them at the house earlier, including making a body-cleansing dinner that they should've been more eager to question what was in it.
It was – interesting – to say the least, but nonetheless edible.
During that time Rey admitted to a renowned sense of admiration for the woman, sparking a possible friendship between the two. Rose was strong-willed, kind, and just as much as a victim that had fallen for Poe's looks and charismatic charm; another thing that she could admit to them having in common.
At the end of the day Rose left for their hotel, carrying a sleeping Bee-Bee with his head limply propped against her shoulder. She smiled at the memory, thinking that a few good things had come from the rubble of buried secrets. Rose was given a son, and Rey – Rey had Ben.
Sliding her legs out from under the quilt she carefully crossed the room to her bedroom doors. She could barely make out Ben's sleeping form in the living room's shroud of darkness when she opened them. The only source of lighting was from the street lights creeping through the three small windows at the top of the main doorway, barely enough to illuminate the foot of the futon.
She took a few light steps to cross the short distance and slid under the blanket next to him, remaining careful not awake him – at least not yet.
Ben was lying on his back, oblivious to her presence since his face was turned the opposite direction in a deep sleep. She could hardly see his chest slowly rising and falling underneath the white muscle-tank that clung to his torso.
After a few moments of patiently watching him sleep, she brought a hand up to place under his cheek that was resting on the pillow, coaxing him with a gentle pull to face her. Ben acknowledged her with a lazy 'hum' before attempting to wake.
