Adam Driver Imagines

IMAGINE: You, a Resistance fighter, finding out you're having Kylo's child

| IMAGINE for @avengerslocked |

You roll out of your bed with a groan, sick to your stomach for the fifth day this week. You stumble to the bathroom and lean against the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror and grimace. Dark circles underline your eyes and you're pale. You blanch and rest your head down on the cold sink's ledge while clutching your stomach with your hand.

     You've been feeling so off the past couple of months. Ever since you left Ben. You lift your head up and stare at yourself in the mirror again. Eight months ago you were dispatched to Starkiller Base as a Resistance spy. Instead of gaining as much intel as possible in order to thwart the enemy, Kylo Ren—or now Ben as you know him—and you fell madly in love. It went against everything you were ever taught, but you couldn't help it. He was the moon, you were the waves, and he pulled you to him. Eventually the Resistance, unbeknownst of Ben and yours feelings for each other, wanted you back because you weren't transferring any useful and important information. Devastated, you had to leave Ben two months ago. While you haven't seen him since, you both have been sending encrypted messages to each other.

     You're so entangled in thoughts of Ben that when someone knocks on your door, you jump. You run a hand through your hair and straighten. "Come in." You call.

Poe Dameron, your older brother, enters your room. "Hey, Y/N." He says, smiling at you.

     You turn around. "Good morning, Poe."

     He squints at you and his eyebrows furrow. "Are you okay? You look really pale." He frowns.

     "Yeah, I don't feel the best." You breathe shakily, faltering slightly.

     Poe rushes over to you and wraps his arm around your waist to steady you. "Have you gone to the medic?" You shake your head but then stop when it starts to hurt. "Okay, well I'm taking you there."

     "Oh, no, no, no, Poe. I'm fine. Really. I just need to rest." You murmur, brushing him away weakly.

     "Y/N, stop. You're my little sister. I'm here to take care of you." He says, leading you out the door. You don't protest, to sick to even want to. You let Poe lead you down the hall, towards the medical bay.

     Other Resistance soldiers look at you in concern and you smile weakly at them. "This news is going to spread fast." You grumble.

     "It's fine. People are just worried about you. They've been concerned for you ever since you left to Starkiller Base. Most of us thought it was too dangerous to send anyone there, especially with Ren being there. And then when you told us you got caught and barely escaped with your life, well...we've all just been worried. You still won't tell us what Kylo did to you. We just don't want you to snap." Poe admits.

     "I'm not going to snap." You bite out and then instantly regret. "Sorry." You sigh heavily. "I'm not going to snap. I just don't want to talk about it, okay? Some things you just can't tell people." You whisper softly, unable to meet your brother's eyes, half out of guilt and half from fear that your eyes will betray you. You hate lying to your brother, to the Resistance, to the only family you've ever had. But you can't tell them what happened between Kylo and you. You will take that to your grave.

———

You lay on your back as a medical droid examines you. A machine overhead moves over your body, scanning you. Poe sits beside you, holding your hand.

     "How long have you been feeling sick?" The droid asks.

     "For almost a week. It only happens in the morning and usually goes away by midday."