The One and Two | Kylo Ren/Reader

Chapter Seven

The sight of your son being cared for was short lived. As the nurses and your midwife began tending to you the moment after you heard your tiny son's powerful cry, another set of nurses began to cart him out.

"Wait, wait," You quietly protested. This entire ordeal had lasted all day. You had spent all of your energy giving birth to two babies, only to have your heart and spirit shattered when one was rushed away from you not breathing. You worried endlessly about her, and now they were about to take away the child that you knew was alive and well? "Please don't take him away!" You moaned. Twin B, just from his looks, was likely Kylo's baby. He was your baby. You wanted to hold him, to love him, to kiss him, and care for him. The fact that they were taking him away made you panic yet again.

"Please, can we just hold our baby?" Kylo begged, holding back tears of his own. As your midwife cleaned you up she could only shake her head sadly at him, clearly just as sorry as she could be.

"I'm so sorry, Supreme Leader, but the council has ordered us to perform blood DNA tests on each one of them before we let you see your child." She said, to which you looked away from her and broke down into tears. You had spent the last ten months carrying those children. You had gone through the battle of your life giving birth to them, and you had watched as your daughter was carted away blue and clinging to life, only to hear that one more invasive test had to be done on each child before you could even so much as hold them. You felt incredibly empty, nauseated as the most horrible of thoughts ran through your mind. What if both of your children started struggling for life and perished behind the scenes? What if Hux took both children to raise as his? What if the Order had lied to you this entire time, and planned on keeping your children away from you for the rest of your life? It hurt. The thoughts hurt more than your worst contractions, more than the feeling of pushing a near full sized baby out completely unmedicated. How could you have let this happen?

"I just want my baby." You sobbed, to which Kylo bent down and hugged you as best as he could. Even his strong, safe arms couldn't fix your broken spirit. You were a mother with no child to account for. You had fought so hard for your right to be with Kylo to raise your child, yet you had no child to hold.

"It's going to be okay," Kylo whispered in your ear. "I'm going to fix this, and we're going to go home a happy, whole family." He assured you with a sense of urgency in your voice. Kylo had fought tirelessly to keep you and your family together, and you had no doubt that he'd fight just as hard to get your child into your arms. When he pulled away from you, you reached your arm up and placed your hand on his cheek. You could tell he was barely holding it together for you, and for that you had to be thankful. Trust. You had to trust him when he promised you that he'd fix everything, and that you'd live happily ever after with him and your child.

You were transferred to the postpartum portion of the medbay and situated into a private room. Even with the TV on it was too quiet, and you found yourself fidgeting wondering when you'd be able to see your baby--or when you'd know for sure what the fate of your daughter was. Any time you wondered about her, if she had died, if she had lived, or if she had already made it into the arms of Hux, you would feel the need to break down into more tears. You had seen her. You had watched her be born and, no matter who fathered her, she was your baby. You wanted to know how she was, but knew the Order would never let you once her DNA came back linked to Hux. According to the Order, after she was born she belonged to Hux and he could do what he wanted with her, including leaving her to be raised by a droid.

Your daughter was the only thing on your mind, but you could no longer cry over her. As the nurses came in every half an hour to check on you and ensure that you were healthy, Kylo slept soundly on the cot beside your bed. Just like you, he was exhausted and the last thing you wanted to do was disturb him. With your eyes red and puffy you'd simply smile at them and tell them that you were feeling just fine, hiding the fact that internally you were suffering. They would assure you each time that as soon as the DNA results came back and they knew which infant belonged to Kylo, they'd cart that baby in and you could spend all the time you wanted with it. For the first hour after your birth you'd simply smile and nod, but after that you could no longer fight off the looming need to sleep.