The Dark Prince (Kylo Ren X Reader)

You're Desperate

You woke up abruptly as a strong wave of nausea crashed over you, and you shot up from the mattress, slapping your hands over your mouth. Gagging, you looked around frantically for anything to throw up into. All you found on the table next to you was a bedpan, and you grabbed at it frantically, emptying your stomach into the shallow pale.

You gripped it tightly, your knuckles going white as you vomited, sweat beading at your brow as your hands shook.

You felt Kylo shoot up a moment later, his hands pulling back your hair and rubbing at the small of your back, shushing your comfortingly.

"God, I'm so sick of throwing up," You whimpered between gags, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"I know, I'm sorry." Kylo whispered, combing the sleepy knots out of your hair with his fingers. "I wish I could take it away." You whimpered again, flopping back into his arms and letting another tear roll down your cheek.

Even after getting a good few hours of sleep, you were exhausted. Your body felt completely drained, like the last few weeks had sucked all the life out of you. And it didn't help that you hadn't eaten in what felt like forever. You couldn't keep anything down anyway.

Kylo reached towards you, taking your hand in his and threading your fingers together. He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing you softly and bringing your hand against his chest. You shivered.

"I'm worried about you." He muttered, and you glanced up at him, meeting his gaze. "You feel really frail."

"Well yeah," You shifted against him, "Six weeks of vomiting will do that to you. Plus I haven't really been eating much, so."

"Why not?" He furrowed his brows concernedly.

"I lost my appetite." You sighed, "Can't keep anything down."

"You need to eat." He pulled your closer, "The doctor said that a balanced diet would help to prevent a miscarriage."

"Look at you," You chuckled, nuzzling up against his chest, "So you're an expert on pregnancy all of a sudden?"

"Just trying to make up for lost time." He muttered, kissing your forehead. He paused, letting out a long exhale. "Are you scared?" 

"About the baby?" You wrapped your arm around his chest, snuggling closer, "Yes, but not as much anymore. Are you?"

"Terrified." He breathed, his eyes glazing over in thought. "I loved my mother." He shook his head, "But I never connected with my father."

"But you aren't like him at all."

"But what if the same thing happens?" He turned towards you, his eyes filled with fear. "It could."

"It won't." You ran your hand down his chest, "Because we won't let it. We are not your parents." You laughed, "Or mine." He paused, chuckling.

"I don't know where my head was for the last few weeks." He sighed, "I'm so pissed at myself."

"I was pretty pissed at you too." You smirked, and he groaned.

"I know." He paused, breathing slowly. 

"Kylo," You glanced up at him, and he nodded, "What changed your mind?" His eyes clouded over with thought. 

"When I walked in and saw you covered in all that blood..." He paused, gulping, "I knew I wasn't ever going to leave again after that. It scared me too badly. But what really got me was when I heard that heartbeat," A slow smile creeped across his lips, "It all hit me at once. I just finally realized that I had to be there." You nodded, playing with his fingers as they wove through yours. "I'm still in shock a little bit, though." He muttered.