A/N: This chappie is full of risks...It contains The Rise of Skywalker spoilers/reactions...

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"I'm reading your new novel before you submit it for publication," Rey announced.

"And?"

"I don't like it," Rey admitted bluntly.

Kylo shrugged, denying concern. "What's not to like? The bad guy dies. The good gal wins."

Rey sighed. "That's just it. Like there's only bad, and only good. There's no gray stuffs in between."

Kylo replied in a voice with full conviction in his beliefs, "Light eradicates the dark."

"Light can create shadows...and things that are real cast shadows."

"So you want me to change the story?" Kylo asked, frowning.

"Yep. Get rid of the evil, wrinkly, creepy old guy. You don't need him. The girl can be strong on her own. No special blood needed. Then make the prince set things right —for a lot of people, not just to her."

Kylo groaned, imagining the future. "The fans won't like that."

"So? Your wife would."

"You don't buy my books," argued Kylo.

"You don't pay dental fees," Rey argued back.

Kylo scowled. "You don't pay for the food."

Rey stabbed Kylo's body with her index finger to drove in her point. "You don't pay the cook."

"Well, I do if we eat out. You don't pay for...for, for...what the hell," Kylo struggled to think. " You don't pay for the toothpaste."

"Well neither do you," snorted Rey. "Thanks to the job I'm doing right, there's free toothpaste."

"My work has its perks—"

Rey cut through Kylo's words. "Your work has people going after your throat."

Kylo retaliated with a smirk tinged with malice. "Your work allows you to ram your hands down people's throat and scare the shit out if them. "

"The results make them smile," Rey smirked back.

Kylo's smirk remained triumphant. "My work doesn't just make people smile. It makes them laugh."

Rey snorted in disbelief. "No, you don't make them laugh, Kylo. You write tragedies. Like this one."

"So I bring on the pain. You bring on a hundred times worse than that."

Rey finally snapped, "And your point is?"

Kylo answered, his face clear of any doubts, "We're so fucking compatible. Like we have this awesome bond that tie us together."

"Can't argue with that."

Kylo extended his hand towards Rey, palm out.

Rey took Kylo's hand without hesitation. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Bedroom. Let's make another baby." Kylo smiled that smile of his. "Let's continue to re-populate this world with a heir that has your and my blood."

Rey smiled back. "You want the Skywalker to rise."

"Is that what you call my instrument, Rey? Skywalker?"

"No. It's what I call mine," Rey answered, tugging the hand she hold dear, leading both of them to heaven.

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