The One and Two | Kylo Ren/Reader

Chapter Two

You sit in Kylo's lap weeks later, upon his couch in his living room, listening to the afternoon ship news as if nothing had happened. Facing away from the TV, you learned that there was a robbery of an office on the 12th floor, and one member was shot and killed by the assailant. They were quickly caught and prosecuted, and sentenced to death by being thrown from an airlock with no protection at all. It's disheartening, but you find that you can give no reaction. You simply sit there, your legs folded at his sides and your arms around his neck while the news quietly goes in one ear and out the other. You had too much on your plate currently to care.

"Mmm, it tastes different tonight," Kylo says, pulling off of your breast and smacking his lips a few times. You smile as he makes a great show of tasting your milk, watching as he darts his tongue over his lip to catch the stray white droplets before dipping his lips down to your nipple and taking one more suck to try and place what was making it taste so different. "Were you eating something sweet today while I was gone?" He asks, beaming at you while awaiting your answer. He always had this glow about him, this happy aura after he finished every session. It was admirable and in turn always made you happy too, but not today. There was a reason why your milk tasted so differently, and you had been putting off telling him for as long as you could.

Although, how could he have known? You hadn't gotten a period since you conceived your first child, and the act of breastfeeding had kept them away for good. It wasn't as if he could notice a lack of discarded period products in the trash, or a positive pregnancy test sitting about. All of that took place days ago when you were once again summoned to your doctor's office and given a urine test which showed an outstandingly positive result. The General had gotten what he paid for. Here you sat with the man you loved pregnant with another man's child. How were you supposed to explain such a mess to him?

"It tastes different," You said, taking a deep sigh and growing nervous. It had to be now. You hated having to hide your early symptoms from him. Jumping out of bed every hour to vomit in the bathroom downstairs was torture. Sleeping all day when he wasn't home only to keep yourself awake when he was was torture; not to mention the bloating, the mood swings, and the endless hunger that were all telltale, early signs that your insemination had been successful. Hiding them from Kylo was getting too hard, especially when you could have sworn that 6 weeks down the line you were already beginning to show. "Because I'm pregnant." You said, letting it all out before you could change your mind.

You felt the tension fall from Kylo's body beneath you, watched as his smile disappeared seconds after setting your secret free. You forced a smile on your face as a lump grew in your throat. You didn't want to cry, but your hormones were telling you that it was necessary.

"You what?" Kylo asked you, his mouth falling open as if he couldn't believe you.

"I'm pregnant." You simply said again. You shrugged, brought your hands up to dry your eyes. You sniffed as you waited for him to give you some kind of reaction. Anything. Anger, excitement, sadness. Anything that wasn't just him staring up at you looking confused as he was doing now. It took him a few moments, but you finally got what you had been waiting for. Ever so slowly a smile broke out over his face, and before you knew it a laugh was born from his throat.

"A baby? Really?" He asked you, and you had to say, this was not the reaction you were expecting.

"Yes, a baby." You responded with more and more tears falling down your face. Kylo squeezed you closer to him, locking his hands to the back of your hips to hug you close as if to tell you wordlessly that everything was going to be okay.

"That's a good thing, right?" He asked, shaking his head and holding his excited grin upon his face. "That, that we're going to be parents? Right? You're happy, right?" He probed over and over, reading your reaction for what it was meant to be: distress. The fact that he mentioned the hope that the two of you were going to be parents upset you so much. Because the fact of the matter was that neither of you were going to be parents. The baby inside of you was neither yours nor his, and it was given to you by the First Order against your will. The fact that Kylo was so elated at the thought of being a father hurt you even more, and you couldn't stand the fact that you were denying him that. Without saying anything you tore yourself from his lap and sped walked away from him, fixing your shirt over your breasts and no doubt leaving him thoroughly confused.