Prompt: Kylo has been fitted with a force inhibitor following his return to his family. He's been a high risk pregnancy from the start but when he actually does lose it, he has no idea that it's happened. Leia senses it first, Luke can feel it, even Rey is able to recognize what has happened. All he knows is that he has a growing discomfort he can't pinpoint. They know they have to tell him. Leias pov would be sweet if that's alright!

Hopefully I got all the emotions right in this, and Leia's voice seeing it's the first time I've written from her POV

Oh, and where's Han? IDK... out... on a mission or something (basically he wasn't needed to he wasn't included).

Also it wasn't until AFTER writing this I finally decided to research miscarriage, so while this is a possible reaction to a miscarriage it is far from the typical (like I actually want to completely rewrite it to make it accurate now because TBH I should have researched BEFORE this one).

She is there with him when it happens.

She is there when he doubles over, gritting his teeth and trying to stop himself from cursing. She is his mother; she knows what he is trying to bite back words.

She is there when the dependent secondary presence in the Force connected to his fades, and fades, and disappears until only her son's remains.

It doesn't seem possible at first. The unborn child had already survived so much. Survived and clung deeper despite the galaxy and its bearer's body trying to end it. Impossible to think it survived beatings only to perish on its own.

Her son clenches his teeth and balls his fists and she watches and he buries the pain inside him as he straightens up.

"I'll get you a medic," she says and moves to leave but he reaches out and grabs her wrist so tightly that she isn't entirely sure she could break the grip should she need to.

"Don't – I don't need any medical attention. It was just a muscle twitch." It wasn't the first time the pregnancy caused him sudden pain, yet the child had survived all the others.

He doesn't know what has happened. He had come to them for help and the condition placed on him being allowed back was his access to the Force stripped from him by a collar that neither Luke nor she can bear to look at no matter how necessary they know it to be. The collar had blocked him off from sensing his child through the Force and now made him unaware of their death.

"Ben please let me get someone to check you over." Someone to either confirm or deny her suspicions. To confirm the truth that she still hopes is a lie, and tell them what they need to do to prevent it from rotting and taking its bearer with it.

Her son's face curls into a grimace but that might just be in distaste at the sound of his name (his birth name not the mantle he took up when he tried to deny them as his parents). He stands, pulling himself to his full height despite the fact doing so clearly makes him wince. "Is there anything else you want?"

"Ben please get a medic to check you over."

"I said I'm fine," his voice is firm and angry and Leia remembers her son is strong even if he doesn't have access to the Force. He sways and she remembers he's also weak, his body tired from all the ordeals it has faced. "If there is nothing else then leave. I want to be alone."

"Ben," she reaches out to gently grab his arm but he shrugs her off. She wants to plead with him to see a medic but knows that he will not listen. So she leaves the room and hopes she is wrong.

Luke is there when she closes and the door and his face tells her she is not wrong. His face tells that the felt it too and the galaxy seems determined to break her son with every weapon it had.

Leia doesn't know who moves first but they end up holding each other silently mourning the potential life that had brought Ben back to them (back to his family).

"Does he know?" Luke asks when they finally part. They are both too used to grief. Both know that you have to move on. Know that you cannot dwell lest more pain and damage is caused in the interim.

"No. I don't. I can't read him anymore." She used to be able to, back when he was her sweet young boy. Used to be able to read every lie and excitement on his face. Now though, all she sees is pain and grief with no ability to tell the source.

"We have to tell him."

"I know." There is no protecting him for it. He has to know and the sooner the better lest his body fail to purge the dead foetus and instead leaves it to rot within him, leaves it to poison his blood. "I just don't want to lose him." The child is what made her son return. She fears he will leave the second the reason is lifted from him.

"I know," Luke says and he is hugging her again. "But we have to tell him."

"I know," Leia says and pulls away to go back to the room before remembering the rage she had seen building in her son before she left. "Just, not now. I don't think he'd believe me."

"Do you want me to tell him?" Luke offers and Leia knows he is trying to save her from more pain. She also knows that it should be her.

"No. I'll do it. Just, I'll give him an hour to calm down."

She spends the hour trying to find the right words. Trying to find the right way to tell her son that the child he was carrying, the child he had come home for, had perished. There is no easy answer. No clean way of explaining it that doesn't involve some level of pain. No way of talking about a topic like that without hurting.

"Ben," she says when she enters the room and she doesn't know what she expects to see but it isn't him half-bent over a set of draws, his hand clutching at his stomach as he purposely breathes deep and evenly.

"What?" it is more a demand then an ask and he is standing again, standing and hiding any pain he feels beneath the layer of his mask of constant sadness.

"You might want to sit down."

"Tell me," he snarls and she swears she sees fear in his face as the hand on his stomach bunches into the fabric that covers it.

"Ben please," she steps closer to him, and contemplates leaving it until later. Maybe another hour will calm him. She knows his rage can last for days, had fought with him when he first arrived for longer. Had fought with him until she felt too exhausted to continue.

"Just tell me."

"Ben," she finds herself trying to find the right words. Trying to find the right way to express the tragedy that had happened. She closes the distance between them and rests her hand on his. Rests on hand on the one that is already bunched in the fabric that covers where it still rests despite no longer being alive. "Ben, I'm sorry but you've lost them."

His face twists into a rage and he shoves her hand away. "You lie," he says and she can tell by the way his hand bunches that if he had access to the Force she would feel its presence constricting around her neck trying to cut off her oxygen.

"Ben I wouldn't."

"No. It can't be." She watches him raise his fist and fears that it will strike at her. Fears that grief will turn her son into a monster once again.

Instead it lands on his stomach. Lands hard and fast and he winces at it if only for a moment. "Useless!" He raises his hand again but she is quick to grab it. Grab it and holds it close to her chest to stop it from using it on himself.

"Ben, don't."

"Leave me alone." He pushes her away and lands another blow on himself but it's weaker than the first. It's weaker and his face doesn't wince from it but crumbles.

She watches him crumble. Watches his full height fall to the ground and him curl around his stomach and sob.

She crouches next to him and gently reaches out to touch him. He doesn't even shove her hand away. Doesn't react at all. Not even when she softly calls his name again. He just sobs and she watches his fingernails dig into the skin of his arms but knows better than to try and pry them off.

"Why?" the word is his first in nearly an hour. An hour of her sitting next to him, waiting for him to need her.

"I don't know."

"There must be a reason. There is always a reason."

"Sometimes there isn't."

"No with our family."

She supposes there is a truth to that statement but she doesn't have any answer to it. Doesn't know why the Force decided to create a child to lead him back to his family only to take it away before it had a chance to take its first breath.

"I'm sorry," she says as if it is answer enough. She knows it isn't satisfactory and knows it will give little solace.

She doesn't have anything else to say. Doesn't know what else she can say. So she just stays there and tries to comfort him as best she can, despite her own confusion and grief at the matter.