The scarlet glow that simmered in his hand was mesmerizing. His large chocolate brown eyes stared into it for a long time, mind lost in a sea of confusion. His lightsaber was heavy in his hand, and he sometimes thought about running it through his chest, ending all the suffering he'd wrought upon himself and his family. There was one thing keeping him from acting on these thoughts, and one thing alone. It wasn't his mother, who still clung to hope that there was a shred of good in her son, nor was it the glory set before him if he were to truly continue in his grandfather's shoes. No. None of that mattered now. The one thing in this fucked up galaxy that mattered to Kylo Ren, was you.

He felt you enter the room before he saw you, and he shut his lightsaber off with a swoosh. He sat it down on the table next to him, lifting his gaze to your silhouette as you slowly walked toward him. Your hand was nestled lovingly under your swollen belly, heavy with Kylo's twins. You were wearing a floor-length black dress with lace arms, and Kylo's black cloak. You knew he loved to see you in his clothes, and he smirked in your direction.

"Hmm. Someone looks ravishing tonight."

A blush creeps up your face, biting your lip as you finally reach him. You reach out to lightly trace the deep scar on his face with your fingertips, and he nuzzles into the touch. "How are my heirs? I trust they are well?" He asked, a large hand cupping your own as he rubbed your abdomen.

"Growing stronger every day. It shouldn't be long now."

Your words seemed to trouble him. You knew he was scared. In all honesty Kylo wasn't ready to be a father, yet here you were. He had been trying so hard for you. You ran your fingers through his silky black locks and kissed the top of his head lovingly. "You will be the best father."

Kylo doubted that, but he did not dispute your word. He might have been frightened, but he was content with the situation, and he looked on you with large, doting eyes. "You will be a better Empress. Now that Supreme Leader Snoke is out of the way, all the Galaxy will see you for what you are. Mine. The First Order would fall without you at my side."

You smirk at him, sliding into his lap and straddling his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. "Is that what we are here to do, my love? Rebuild the Empire of old?"

Kylo shook his head and pressed his forehead gently against your own, his hands sliding into your [your hair color] curls. "Not the Empire of old, oh no. It is time for us to let go of the past. We are going to build a new and improved Empire, an Empire the likes of the rebels have never seen before."

You leaned in, lips colliding with his as he opens his mouth to you. Your tongues danced together, passion boiling to new heights as he leans you backward, kisses trailing from your lips to your neck. He bit you rough, hard, pushing your back onto his desk as he used the Force to jerk all the clutter off into the floor. You moan, laying back against the Mahogany to allow him room to settle on top of you. He obliges, looming over you carefully, as not to harm the twins, his obsidian hair hanging roughly in his dark eyes. He had reached around to unzip your dress, when there was a hard knock on the steel door. He swore under his breath.

"This had better be important." His tone was severe, and you knew that the Stormtrooper standing on the other end of that door was going to die if he'd interrupted you without cause. When there was no reply, Kylo growled menacingly, sliding off you and stalking toward the door. You sat up, amusement painted on your expression as you watched him nearly rip the door off its hinges. He had such a temper...you found it incredibly arousing.

The Stormtrooper was trembling, standing stick straight and at attention. He rigidly saluted Kylo, apology after apology spilling from his mouth. "There is a situation on the bridge, Sir. Hux is out of control."

"Of course he is." Kylo spat, throwing the trooper several feet as he stormed from the room and headed toward the elevator. You knew better than to follow him. You slid off the desk and approached the disoriented Stormtrooper. You extended your hand to him, though he refused your aid. He heaved himself off the cold, unfeeling metal floor, and sighed.

"Thank you, ma'am. I would not have you exert yourself on my behalf. Supreme Leader's heirs must be protected."

You smile graciously at him and nod your head. "I see. I am sorry you were put at the brunt end of my husband's rage. I always pity the messenger." The trooper bowed his head graciously and you patted him on the arm sympathetically. "You are dismissed. Go."

"Yes, ma'am." The Stormtrooper gave you a salute before sprinting away as fast as his legs would carry him. You sigh, hands on your hips as you watch him disappear down the immaculate hallway. It almost made you sad how much the other members of the fleet feared you. You had started out a lowly farm girl on Lothal….and now look at you.

Your herds were literally your entire life, your family relied on Nerf meat, milk, hide, and furs. Lothal was one of the few planets that housed the animals naturally, and you had been raised to care for the beast's your entire life, you loved animals. You were to take over your father's farm when you came of age, and by birthright you should had every right to hate the Empire. The Galactic Empire had ruined your homeworld's economy, and much of the industry brought in had polluted the planet's natural ecosystem. And yet...when he had come for you, and showed you the truth of what you were capable of...how could you have stayed?

Your parents had lied to you. Your parents could not have children of their own, they had adopted you shortly after birth, when your birth mother had collapsed not far from the farm, nine months pregnant. She did not survive childbirth. They chose to tell you this only after Kylo had shown up, claiming you were a Kenobi, as if you had known what that meant. You couldn't control the power inside of you...the rage...and when you struck your parents down where they stood, it was Kylo who was there to comfort you.

You were lost in these thoughts, eyes shining with tears when your husband re-entered the room like a tornado. He was blind with anger at first, ranting and raving, throwing his helmet hard against a nearby wall. It wasn't until he noticed that you weren't listening that your tears caught his attention. The fury drained from his face instantly, and he walked up to you slowly, snaking his arms around you carefully.

"[your name]? Darling? What's wrong? Tell me who did this. I'll kill them myself."

You shook your head, flying into his arms and letting your tears fall silently into the crook of his neck. "Then you would have to kill me. I did this. I murdered the only people who ever loved me for no reason...and now I am to be a mother? How could I ever…" You choked, and he gripped you against him tightly.

"No. This is nothing but the light inside of you trying to drag you back. It wants to take you away from me, wants to take our children away. Do not let it, [your name]. You must fight it, as I did. I killed my father as easily as you killed your own. We will battle the light together...for each other." There was insecurity bleeding out of Kylo's voice, and you laced your fingers with his own to reassure him.

"I love you." You whisper, earning a kiss to the top of your head. Kylo rubs your back in a circular motion, enveloping your body with his own possessively. His steely grasp was desperate, and he held you like that for a long while.

"I love you too. Calm yourself, forget these thoughts. You belong to me now; The First Order is your home." You nod, taking deep breaths in an attempt at controlling your own emotions. It seemed to be working, and you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

"What was the situation on the bridge? Is it the Resistance?" You ask quietly, feeling your husband's body stiffen around you.

Kylo sneered at the thought of General Hux. The insubordinate piece of shit had been undermining him every chance he got after the assassination of Snoke, and it was only a matter of time before the two of them turned on one another, Kylo could feel it. He would have killed Hux already if he didn't think him to be a valuable asset, but tonight he had taken it a step too far. He had insulted you. It was one thing Kylo was not going to stand for. He grimaced. "General Hux decided he was angry about the failure we had on Crait. He was abusing a few of our underlings, I was asked to intervene. Apparently in Hux's eyes our failure was your fault, since it was your suggestion that we follow the Resistance through hyperspace after the assault on D'Qar. He insisted that if I were to continue leading the Order I should quit putting all my faith in a dim-witted Nerf-Herder and actually do my job. I told him that for his sake I was sorry he felt that way, and he is being held in a prison cell until you decide what you would like done with him."

You actually laughed. You hated General Hux perhaps more than Kylo did, though he was less a rival of yours and more a petty nuisance. You rolled your eyes. "Well, I am a Nerf-Herder. But it is funny to me that the General should use that as an insult. He is from Arkanis, no? That planet survives on farming as much as our own." You could feel a snarl bubble deep within your husband's chest.

"You were a farmer's daughter on Lothal, and falsely so. I rescued you. You should have never been subjected to that kind of life. You are a Kenobi by birthright, and a Skywalker in marriage." Kylo ranted, much to your amusement. He got so upset when people talked down about your place in the galaxy, but it didn't bother you in the slightest. You knew what you were, it was only Kylo that seemed to see more.

"I'm a Solo by marriage." You corrected gently, regretting it slightly as you felt him flinch. You were perhaps the only one that could point that out without losing their head, he had a hard time being angry with you. That in and of itself was a miracle, you thought.

"Perhaps in the legal sense, yes. But I am not as much my father's son as I am my grandfather's descendant. You know that better than anyone, [your name]. You are the granddaughter of the great Obi-Wan Kenobi."

You sigh at your partner. "Kylo, you know I don't know what that means. I don't even know how you found out, and found me." Kylo laughed.

"I was looking into the scavenger Rey's lineage. She is my equal in the force, yet I knew she was neither my sister nor my cousin. I thought perhaps she was in relation to my Grandfather's mentor instead, but it turns out her parents were no one. I found you instead. I knew, the minute I found out the Kenobi line had been carried on...I knew you would be special."

You thought on his words for a long while, and you smiled up at him. It was insane to you, that he had fallen in love with this broken nobody he found by accident. He had intended to take you on as an apprentice at first, that is what he wanted from you. However, the more you trained with him, the more it became clear that there was a chemistry there that couldn't be ignored. You had become everything to one another. "Does any of it worry you?"

Kylo raised his eyebrows. "Does any of what bother me?"

You chewed your lip for a few moments, wondering whether you should tell her what had been on your mind the last few weeks of your pregnancy. You didn't want to frighten him more than he already was. "I know what became of your grandmother. And the same thing happened to my birth mother...it just makes me wonder what is about to become of us." It was then that he let go of you, standing in a brief fit of anxiety.

"Don't you talk like that. I would never allow anything like that to happen to you." Tears sprang back to your eyes, and you blamed the hormones. You were usually so much stronger than this, and Kylo knew that. His eyes softened at the sight of your shattered expression.

"Do you promise?"

Kylo pulled you against him once more, tilting your face toward him as he captured your lips gently. "You have my word. Go back to bed, love. You need rest, you've worked yourself up." You nod in obedience and allow him to help you push to your feet.

"Will you join me soon?"

He kisses your temple. "Of course, I promise."