Meet me tomorrow

And they called it "puppy love"

A/N Above is an image of the whelping box that Ben makes for Sasha. Also, everyone, this is the end of the line of Meet Me Tomorrow. This was so fun to do and I really am going to make a sequel so chill out. I already have a cover that I will show on the next chapter. Love you all and enjoy! 

Rey was beginning to like having Ben over. 

His presence at her apartment gave her something to look forward to during her workday, and once she was finished, she would sprint back to her house, a spring in her step. Things like his favorite seltzer found their way into her fridge and were nestled in between the countless boxes of take out from all the times. 

It was almost magical to watch him work away on the bed. She didn't even mind the sawdust on the floor anymore. She even ran out to buy a pack of bandaids when he cut his finger. It hadn't been a bad cut, but Ben had allowed himself to be fussed over by Rey and treat the wound like an attentive nurse. 

They took the dogs again to the park on Sunday. Judging by Sasha's size, this would be her last time before she had her pups. She waddled proudly next to Justin, her belly threatening to touch the ground. Rey told Ben all about Rose's latest texts that she had sent on her second date with Hux. 

"He took her on a boat! Did you know he has a boat?" 

"It's actually his father's boat. He must really love her if he brought her on his family's boat. I've never been on it, and I've been working with him for years." 

"He just doesn't like you, that's all." Rey said teasingly. Ben scowled and laughed. 

"I can't wait for you to meet Finn and Poe. You're going to love them and they will too." 

"Do they have a boat?" Ben asked, his eyes wide like a child at Christmas. 

Rey giggled. "No, but they have tons of parties. So be prepared for lots of those." 

"I'll pass." 

"Oh come on! They're fun. I promise. One year Poe had a Game Of Thrones birthday party. Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

"I suppose. You'll be there right?" 

"Obviously." 

"All right then. If you'll be there." 

Rey blushed again. There seemed to be a lot of that in the last few days. 

To make the trip easier to the vet, Ben picked up Rey and Sasha early Tuesday morning and carefully loaded Sasha into the back of his car as Rey got in. 

The techs gushed over Sasha and how big she had gotten, cooing over her fluffy pot belly. Sasha was led through to the back for a scan while Ben and Rey waited patiently inside the exam room. 

"It appears I might have mis-calculated Sasha's litter size." Dr. Hooper said as she sat down with Rey and Ben. Two sheets hung on the wall of x-ray's of Sasha's uterus. 

"So she's not having six puppies?" Rey asked. Dr. Hooper shook her head. Rey breathed a sigh of relief. 

"How many then? Five? Four?" 

"Try doubling four" Dr. Hooper suggested. 

"Sasha..." Rey groaned. "Eight?" "Eight puppies?!" 

"This definitely explains her size. Her milk should be coming in any day now, and soon after that she ought to give birth." 

Rey groaned again and plopped into a chair. Ben laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 

"She should be fine on her own for the birth, even as a first time mother. Dogs are born with the instincts of knowing what to do while giving birth. But if you need to bring her in for an emergency c-section, I will make sure Jessica gives you my personal cellphone before you leave today. Any other questions?"