AN: Oh my goodness everyone...thank you so much for being understanding and waiting for me to feel like this chapter was right. I am so blown away with the support.

Aslo...a huge thank you to my Muse...my darling...for putting up with my side stories and pushing me to write and helping me plan through these chapters. She reads my rambles and edits for me (calls me out on using 'just' and 'had' too much) and is so freaking supportive that I am in awe of her.

With all that being said...I hope you enjoy this story and will leave me some love afterward.

Part XIV

They both poured all of the fear, betrayal, and longing into their kiss on that hilltop as the storm raged on around them. Her dress was ruined and his wool surcoat was so heavy he felt it might drag him down, but still, they would not be parted.

The cold pelting against their skin ceased and finally they looked up, Rey gasping and Ben chuckling. It was like they stood under a glass dome, the rain hitting and sliding down an invisible force field that hovered about a foot over their heads.

"Are you doing this?" Rey called over the noise of the storm.

Ben looked down at her red nose and pink cheeks as her lips started to tint blue, "No, my dear wife. This is the doing of someone who is very anxious to finally meet you..."

Rey's eyes went wide and her expression wore utter amazement, "He's doing this?" She gasped while pointing to the protective bubble around them.

If a father could ever look so proud, Ben would put them all to shame as he nodded and kissed his pretty wife once more, "Will you come meet our son?"

Before she could even think better of it, Rey bolted out of Ben's arms and was running down the slick grass of the rain-soaked hill. With the pink fabric of her dress clinging around her ankles, Rey had to draw on the Force to help her not tumble down into her garden.

Being reconnected the Force was like learning to reuse her arm once she took off the handmade cast after breaking it falling from a gangplank in one of the Star Destroyers when she was ten. Rey knew what its purpose was and how it should move, but after not using it for so long, her command of it was clumsy at best.

Ben ran after her, perhaps reaching out through the Force himself when he saw her dress tangle up her legs just as she hit the pea gravel trails that led up to the back of the house. The last thing he needed was his son and wife meeting each other for the first time within the Force with Rey scraped black and blue.

Rey heard Jacen's cries as soon as her bare feet hit the textured tiles of the back terrace and she tore through the doors into the kitchen to find Sarna trying to console the infant. "Give him to me," Rey heaved out.

Sarna looked up in shock, not only at the appearance of the Empress but also the tone that left her, which only made the nurse hold the babe closer.

"I said give me my son," Rey tried again, walking towards the group as Arlan and Tyris had gathered on each side of the nurse not quite sure yet who they would need to be protecting.

Finally, Sarna found her voice, "You are soaked and about to catch a chill yourself. You will make him sick if I give him to you."

It was now that Ben came panting in through the same open doors, but still heard the nurse's words. "Rey, she's right. Go change...he will still be here..." Ben knew all too well the desire to make this connection and the fear that it might be taken away.

With an expression of defiance, Rey started to pull at the fabric that was gathered over her right shoulder that made up the once billowing cape of her dress. Ben lunged forward, coming to stand perhaps a foot in front of his wife watching the deep cut dress start to fall away from her chest. As much as he missed seeing the tanned curves of her body and the trail of freckles that he used to kiss across her breasts, there was no way he was letting her strip in the middle of the kitchen because of stubbornness. "I didn't mean here..."

First with a huff and then a sigh, Rey knew that the nurse and her husband were right and she was thankful when Arlan swept out of the room behind her. Rey continued pulling at her soaked and ruined dress while entering the fresher and her companion flipped on the warm air blower on the grooming droid.

Rey scrubbed at her hair under the dryer while Arlan gathered a dry set of clothes. The leggings were soft and her tunic warm and finally when there was some color back into her lips she moved just as quickly out of the room.

The halls were quiet and Rey felt pulled to the living room at the rear of the home. Pausing at the arched entry to the space, she was shocked to find Ben slowly pacing the length of the room while talking down to the bundle of blankets in his arms. Somehow he had changed into dry clothes as well, even though she knew they were Cale's since they didn't fit quite right.

"I know you have been waiting a long time to meet your mama in the Force, but go easy on her...she didn't know..."

She wanted to ask him what he meant but figured that she would find out soon enough and moved further into the room, calling her husband's name softly to make her presences known.

He turned to face her with a soft smile on his lips but a concerned pinch to his brows, "Are you ready for this?"

Rey timidly approached them and looked down at her son who for a baby looked very serious, much like his father, and she took in a deep breath, "I don't want to hurt him..."

Her awakening to the Force was born in violence, Kylo Ren penetrated her mind and her sheer will to ward him off had snapped a raw power to live. She tapped into it during their first fight in the snow-covered forest and it was Kylo Ren who also first put a name to it.

It was also Kylo who told her the truth about her powers, taught her about balance, fostered her talents, helping her construct her sabers...it has always been Kylo...Ben who led her in the Force and now he was the one who would also bridge the connection to their son.

Rey remembers what it was like the first time she touched hands with Ben through the bond. It didn't hurt...physically, but she saw him, all of him, and his suffering almost out-shadowed the feeling of being left behind on the Maker-forsaken planet of Jakku.

She couldn't do that to her son...she couldn't place her pain on him, she wouldn't. He would never know parents that didn't love him, he would never be left behind, he would never be alone, and maybe one day when he was older and asked about her past, Rey would tell him the truth, but she would also do anything to shield her child from knowing any of that pain.

So she turned her gaze up to her husband, "How did you do it?"

"He reached out to me...kind of like how you did," Ben answered simply thinking back to how lonely they both were before Rey took the chance to welcome his touch.

"No," she shook her head. "When we touched I saw everything..." Rey blushed because she got a clear picture of what he wanted to happen if she stayed with him after Starkiller.

Ben understood without Rey having to explain further and he looked down at their child, "I still block a lot..." he admits. "There are many parts of my life that I would love for him to never know about, but I also have faith in the Force and the bond." Shifting his dark eyes back up to his wife, Ben exhaled breath, "I think you and I needed to see everything in order to understand the each other's pain, and for the longest time I thought that was why we both trusted each other...to a fault of course."

Rey shifted under his gaze, "You know I am sorry for not trusting you..."

"I know," Ben cut in, not wanting to fall into a fight or cause Rey any more unease with the task that lay before her.

Apparently, Jacen wasn't pleased with the direction of their conversation either because he wailed in his father's arms.

At his cry, Rey felt a tug in her chest and Ben looked up at her smiling, "You feel it too?"

"Is that him?" She asked again in amazement.

"He's an impatient little thing," Ben said while trying to rock Jacen to no avail. "But I also gather he wants you for more than just forming a bond."

Rey's brows furrowed before she watched her husband's eyes drop down to her swollen breasts and she let out a quiet, 'oh' in understanding before moving towards a plush chair by the terrace doors. Many nights when both she and Jacen couldn't sleep, she would sit here with him and feel the breeze come off the lake as they watched Naboo's moon shine high in the sky.

Without a second thought, Rey took her son from Ben's arms and pulled down one side of her wrap tunic. Her husband gave her some modesty as he moved to pull a footstool up in front of her. It was almost comical to see him sit so low with his knees coming up to his chest, but he was showing that she could take the lead on this even though he would be there for her every step of the way.

Jacen was contently suckling at her breast when Rey looked down at Ben, "What do I do?" Her mental shields were still up, the fear of sharing her past trauma with her son was still weighing heavily on her.

"Trust him...trust the Force," was all Ben offered as he watched Rey look down at their son.

Just then, like so many other times when Rey was feeding her son, Jacen lifted his little hand and placed it over her heart and Rey struggled to calm her breathing.

Tears pooled in her eyes but she felt unable to blink. Even though her son's lids were closed as he contently suckled against her, Rey could still see everything through his emotions…through his signature.

Oh, his signature…

If Rey thought that before Dantooine she and Ben found balance, it was nothing compared to how perfectly gray her son was. The Darkness in Jacen didn't scare her, she knew no child was ever born evil. Rey knew that the traits of the Darkside that Jedi Masters of old were once afraid of, were how both she and her husband survived the traumas of their youth. Rey now understood that passion and love and drawing power from fear was what made them human.

There was an innocence to his signature that was so curious about the Force and about his parents and while Jacen's bond to his father was able to sustain him, the infant was blatantly yearning to know about a piece of himself that only his mother could provide. Rey now let her tears fall at this notion.

But it wasn't just that...Rey felt her son reaching out to a signature halfway across the galaxy even while he was still in the womb, what broke her was how much he wanted to just connect to her even when he was still inside her. She experienced his fear during the hard labor that brought him to life and how he came early because he wanted to share something special with his father.

"He was born on the same day as you..." Rey said finally looking up at her husband.

Ben just nodded. The bond between the three of them was wide open and Ben almost felt overloaded with the emotions rolling off his son and wife, but he promised to be with her through all of this because he knew what was to come.

It was then that Rey started to experience what it felt like for Jacen once he was born. He no longer had that physical safety of her womb, he searched for the warm and loving signature of a mother but it was only dark and cold and the one blip of light that Jacen knew somehow belonged to him, was so far away and blinked with uncertainty.

She broke down. How was she to know that all of her actions, all of her running, and pride, and stubbornness would in the end almost kill her son? This made her think back to Padmé and how the once Queen lost the will to live, thinking that her true love turned against her and not knowing how to go on without him. Had Rey turned against her son? At the time, she had turned against her husband no matter how much she cried out for him during labor.

Not only that, but she sunk into how alone Jacen felt. Even with his mother physically there and trying to love and care for him, he was alone in the one thing that made him feel whole...the Force. Rey firmly believed now that while their son was not a child of the Force, he was surely the will of the Force and she felt so foolish for not understanding how much he would need a connection to the cosmic power and those who were blessed to wield it.

Both Rey and Ben once felt utter loneliness in their lives, but for those few days, before Ben came careening back into their lives, Jacen felt nothing but hopeless and this tore at the mending heart in Rey's chest.

"I'm so sorry," Rey whispered down to her son as she continued to cry. But then her gaze lifted and locked with the dark eyes of Ben, "I'm so sorry..." she repeated.

"It's fine...Jacen is thriving...we are..." but he didn't know what they were, he still didn't know what their future looked like.

The kiss on the hilltop was more awe-inspiring than their first kiss through the bond. Ben still couldn't believe that it had been two years since Crait, two years since the Force bared their souls to each other, two years since he killed his Master and freed himself of the chains of the Darkside.

But in that same span of time, Rey and Ben had managed to almost unequivocally hurt each other. This was not going back to the beginning, this may be something more akin to starting over, but before the attack on Dantooine, their happiness seemed so sure, so true, that neither thought that it could ever be shaken.

Maybe one day Ben would ask Rey to open herself completely to him. Maybe he would be able to feel what she did on that day, perhaps that would allow him to try and understand better what made her run. But on this day, in this moment, the connection was about Rey and Jacen, the forming of their bond and Rey's reckoning for what spurred from her choices.

So Ben turned his focus back to his wife who was still weeping down on their son. She was feeling the moments when Jacen was connected to his bloodlines in the Force, how he met his grandparents and great grandparents before he was ever able to bask in his mother's light.

She felt Jacen's pain as he was starved of the bond that somehow the baby knew he should have. In lacking a mother's light and a father's strength, Jacen had felt abandoned, left adrift, and the only pull he felt was towards his family on the other side of the Force.

Rey was slammed with the realization that she wasn't the only one close to giving up and becoming one with the Force because she was too much of a coward or maybe too proud to open back up to the Force and too scared to face the wrath of Kylo Ren. "He was dying...I was killing him..." Rey wept and gripped on to her husband's hand that was trying to rub a soothing path up and down her thigh.

"Our boy is strong, Rey. He's a fighter..." Ben reached out and placed his right palm over the crown of his son's head. "Thank you for coming to Irris for help when you did...thank you for fighting for our son."

The three of them were connected by touch and within the Force and Ben never felt such power. The Jedi shunned family and love, the Sith would breed for power, but this was something completely different. This was everything, and if the old Masters had just stopped thinking in absolutes and took a chance on everything they were taught was evil, then maybe they would have been able to experience what now flowed between mother, father, and child.

This was power...but not the kind to be used to bring worlds to their knees, this wasn't a power to be abused or unappreciated, this was family. Ben now wept for the generations before him that didn't understand and how they let others manipulate this power for selfish means.

It was also in this moment that both Ben and Rey knew that they would leave it all behind for the small person in her arms. There was no Empress and Emperor, no New Order, no Lightside or Dark...Ben and Rey would exist for their son, to protect, love, and teach him as they were not protected, loved, or taught.

In all of the disagreements, their positions on opposite sides of the war, of the Force, Rey and Ben had never been so focused on the same objective. They were now looking at the same future and they both, within the bond, within a searing look, vowed to shed blood, sweat, and tears for their child.

"Oh, Ben," Rey cried and just as she was leaning forward, her husband was moving up towards her and their lips pressed together, tasting the salt of their tears, it somehow acted as a healing balm to their shredded hearts.

Their kiss was interrupted when Jacen started to grunt and rub his face against Rey's breast causing his mother to giggle at his antics. Ben sat back on his heels as he watched his wife adjust her shirt and then shift their son up to her shoulder.

A few burps later, Jacen was peacefully puffing away, his full lips that he clearly got from his father, were pressed to Rey's neck as he drifted to sleep.

Within a few seconds, Rey was sucking in a surprised breath. "He's dreaming," she whispered with wonder in her eyes.

"Yes," Ben said with a deep chuckle.

Rey laid her cheek upon Jacen's head and closed her eyes for a long moment. "He's dreaming about me..."

"Yes, he takes after his father in that regard," Ben answered again as he too tapped into his son's thoughts.

There were flashes of how Rey felt when she lit her saber for the first time, her joy of walking through the Ewok village, Ben's fear but pride the first time she flew with MK3, and how she looked walking up to him on their wedding day.

"You showed him all of this?" Rey asked meeting Ben's gaze.

"I told you, I wanted him to know you even if you never opened back up to the Force again."

A large tear rolled down Rey's cheek as she nuzzled into the dark curls atop Jacen's head, "Thank you, Ben..."

He let the corner of his lips pull up and then he stood and held out his hand, "Come..."

Rey looked up at him and her brows pinched. "Where are we going?" She asked but still took his outstretched hand.

Ben didn't answer but continued leading her through the living room into the hall and only when he dipped into the alcove that connected the foyer to the master suite did Rey whispered his name with some curiosity and warning.

He chuckled again and pulled her into the bedroom. While Rey stood awkwardly just inside the door, Ben came and took Jacen from her arms. "What are you doing, Ben?"

"Putting him down," he answered plainly.

Rey watched him set their son down in the center of the bed, arranging pillows on either side of him so that even if he could roll over, there was no way he could roll off the bed. Next, she watched her husband sit down at the foot of the bed and pull off his boots.

"What are you doing?" Rey asked again.

Ben looked over his shoulder to the side he knew she usually slept in, "Get in bed, Rey."

She choked, "What?"

"Get in bed," Ben repeated.

Her skin when cold but her inside blazed with a fire of a thousand suns. Rey loved her husband, but they didn't trust each other...well he didn't trust her, and she knew that when they came together again, when they gave in to the desire that never died out, it wasn't going to be quick, or rough, or filled with looming sorrow. But she couldn't say that, so she blushed and stated the more obvious reason, "We can't...we aren't going to do...that...with our son sleeping in the middle of the bed."

Ben's eyes held a lightness that Rey didn't know she missed until this moment and then his lips curled into his signature smirk, "Who said anything about...that?"

Rey bristled and stepped towards her husband, her arms crossed over her chest trying to hide the fact that her nipples were straining against her nursing tunic. "You are telling me to get into bed and you are clearly undressing," she whispered out her hissed accusation and then pointed down to his boots. "What do you expect me to think?"

Pulling up one of his eyebrows, Ben only slightly missed the times when Rey would hurl insults at him from across the bond. Even back then he thought she was as beautiful as she was fierce. "I expect you to get in bed," he was still smirking at her when he stood and moved to his side of the bed, shifted the pillows and then sat down with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him.

With another quirked eyebrow, he shifted his gaze from Rey to the empty side of the bed, giving his command once more, wordlessly. Finally, she huffed and then with body language that said she was not pleased, Rey moved to her side of the bed and mimicked his posture.

Jacen slept on in between them and Rey looked over at her husband, "Now what?"

Ben sighed while he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tufted headboard, "Now you tell me everything that happened after Dantooine."

She always knew this day would come and maybe Ben was wise to do it with a sleeping infant between them, effectively preventing yelling or saber drawing, so Rey sighed and spoke, "I found out I was pregnant the same day that the base was attacked."

"What was it like..." Ben started and then rolled his head to the side and opened his eyes so that he could read her expression. "What was it like when you found out about our son?"

Rey sucked in a breath trying to put that feeling into words and when she found that she couldn't, she reached across the distance between them and laid her hand on Ben's cheek and showed him through their bond.

He turned his face again, placing a kiss against her palm as his nose grazed across her fingers, "I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Ben." She allowed him to kiss her palm once more before Rey pulled back her hand. "I was so excited and couldn't wait to tell you. We were so close to peace and once the treaty was signed, we were going to be a real family...we were going to be and have everything we ever wanted."

"But then Hux..."

Rey nodded, "When Rose and I were going through the base to look for survivors, there was a group of Troopers who taunted that the Supreme Leader gave the orders for the attack...they said that there were specific orders to kill me on sight."

"I gave up that title...we both knew it wasn't who I was or what we were trying to accomplish in the galaxy," Ben tried to defend.

"I know," Rey almost whined. "But it was all just too much. Ben, everyone I knew from the Resistance was dead. There were wives that had come to be with their husband, children who had nothing to do with this war..." She sniffled, "Finn died in Rose's arms..."

"I know," he echos her dismal tone.

Rey turned her body towards him now, "How would you know that?"

Ben knew that Rose had not spoken with Rey since that fateful day at the palace, but he refused to feel bad about building a...friendship of sorts with the spitfire of a woman. "I've gone out and checked on her a few times...and you must wonder where Jix gets off to every day..."

Her expression shocked and crumpled, "You've seen her...she's here? On Naboo?"

He could only nod, "She's staying in the groundskeeper's cottage just over the ridge."

Now Rey cupped her face in her hands and wept as silently as she could muster. Ben scooted closer to the center of the bed without disrupting his son's slumber and stretched a long arm over to reach around his wife as she fell against his bicep. "She is well, Rylea is beautiful, but just like the rest of us, Rose just needs time."

"I know," Rey sniffled. "I hurt so many people with my lies." She looked up at her husband, his face so close to hers, "I should have stayed with you before Crait. I should have just left the Resistance. I should have pulled down the hood of my cloak and let the holonet see who I was..."

"No," Ben cooed but smiled at her enthusiasm before stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "No, my Light...there were plenty of things that we should have done differently and we would have gone down in history as the two sides of the Force who brought the end to the bloodshed if it wasn't for Hux, but we also needed that time for just us. We needed to learn to love and trust one another without the galaxy watching."

Rey conceded after a long thoughtful moment and wiped at her face, sat back up on her side of the bed, and a part of her hated that Ben also shifted back into his previous position. "Where did you go after Dantooine?" He asked.

She went into the tale of their adventures in Telos IV and then on Lianna. How Rey and Rose found work and were settling in until Cale found them. "How did you know what sector to look in any way?" Rey questioned.

Ben let his gaze fall to the boy lying between them, "It was him..."

"Jacen?"

"My mother and Anakin came to me and told me to search for a piece of myself that you were carrying with you." He snorted out a laugh at his next thought, "For the longest time, I thought it was the kyber in your ring or the one you found on Mygeeto, I would have never guessed that it was really this little guy."

"You felt him, all the way across the galaxy?"

"I stood in this very house and my grandfather helped me reach out to find you," Ben confirmed.

"What did he feel like?" Rey asked with interest.

Ben smiled now, "Like a brilliant but unreachable light."

Rey smiled down at her son but there was a large part of her was sorry she missed out on feeling Jacen as he grew in her womb. She was also slightly jealous that Ben got to feel Jacen's light, even from across the galaxy.

"He doesn't hold it against you..." Ben offered.

"What?" Rey asked, looking to see the earnest expression on her husband's face.

"Jacen doesn't blame you...he's not upset with you for being closed off to the Force." He reached down and twisted his finger around one of his son's many curls, "One day he may want to know why, but for now he only wants to know you."

Reaching down and slipping her finger into the tiny fist of her son, Rey sighed, "I'm never going to close myself off to him ever again." Then her hazel eyes came up to Ben's, "I know I promised this once before and I utterly broke that vow, but I won't close the bond between us ever again either."

Ben wanted to believe her, so he just gave her a tight-lipped smile before nodding. Their moods turned sullen again, and while he wanted to know about her time on the run...wanted to know if she missed him, if she regretted leaving, if she thought about him...but that could all wait. Right now he wanted to see her smile and see the light back in her eyes.

So he leaned back against the headboard again and let a smirk ghost over his lips, "Has Arlan told you yet about the drunken plan she and Irris came up with to rescue you?"

This got Rey's attention and her face lit up with curiosity, "No, I don't believe they have let that little tale slip."

Now a chuckle came from deep in his gut but he still attempted to stay quiet and not wake Jacen. "It was right after you beat the tar out of Cale on Lianna and both Irris and Arlan were so upset that we were so close to getting you back..."

He felt some of her sorrow come across the bond, not only for wounding Cale but also for hurting her dear friends. There was a time that Rey dreamed of having a close group of strong women, always with the intention of bringing Rose into the fold, but now like the rest of the relationships in her life, Rey would have to work to make what once felt like a certainty...a new reality.

Ben didn't let this hinder the mood that he was trying to foster between them, "Irris was on Coruscant with us at the time," he looked over at his wife, "she claimed to be there being supportive of me, but she spent most of her time in Davin's quarters."

"So that's really a thing..." Rey mused.

Ben snorted a laugh, "Mark my words, he'll be consort before this little guy's first birthday."

Rey returned with her own giggle and she forgot how easy it was to be around Ben...when she let her guard down and their emotions were flowing freely in the bond. She missed this and without embarrassment let that cross over to him.

Her feelings hit him like Chewie's bowcaster, but he just cleared his throat and continued on with his story, "They decided to drown their sorrows at a wine bar on the upper levels..."

"Irris' idea I'm sure..." Rey cut in with a smirk.

"Of course," Ben confirmed. "But they were Maker knows how many bottles in when they started to plan, what I am told, was a very elaborate rescue mission."

"From what you were told?"

"They didn't remember any of it the next morning, mind you, but that isn't even the best part."

"Maker..." Rey breathed out with a laugh.

It took every ounce of control to keep himself from shaking the bed too much with his chuckles, "Apparently they wanted to start the mission as soon as possible, so they stole a speeder and by the power of the Force, didn't kill anyone since Irris was clearly over the legal limit."

"They flew drunk?" Rey asked half amused, half stunned.

"Not very far according to the police reports..."

Rey let a full belly laugh leave her now which made Ben's wide smile split his face, "They were arrested, thrown into a cell with other drunks, and only realized who they were holding when Irris demanded they run her identification."

"I'm sure that was something those guards will never forget..." Rey mused.

"That and the fact that the Emperor of the known galaxy had to go down and bail out his Queen cousin and the head of the secret Empress' guard."

"You didn't..." Rey said in disbelief.

"Oh I did..." he said with raised eyebrows. "Of course I brought Tyris and Davin with me to manage the girls...but it was quite the production, not to mention the fact that they were drunkenly spouting off about needing to rescue my wayward wife."

"Oh no," Rey said as her cheeks flamed red.

"Yeah..." Ben drew out. "It just spurred on the media channels since the photos of us together had been circling the holonet for months."

Rey looked down at her lap...she was going to be debuted as Ben's wife and Empress at the treaty signing that was slated for just a few days after the Dantooine attack. She knew it was past time...Ben gave a little push when he intended for Rey to sign the treaty as Empress and not a representative of the Resistance, but she also knew that they were done keeping secrets from their friends and their people.

"Our people want to know you, Rey. They want to know who brought so much light back into Kylo Ren and the galaxy."

Taking in a shaky breath, Rey looked up at her husband, "Your light was there all along, Ben. I only showed you that it was okay to use it..."

Ben reached across the barrier of pillows and their son, cupping his wife's cheek, "Thank you for believing in me..."

Rey's breath came out with a shudder, "Thank you for waiting for me..."

Their pull to one another was unavoidable, like flying too close to the sun, and Ben brought her lips to his for a kiss that he hopes conveyed that he would wait a million lifetimes for her, but he was also thankful that it hadn't taken that long to get her back.

Leaning over their son, lips moving in a heated kiss, the moment was lost with Jacen let out a shrill cry. Ben pressed his forehead to Rey's and shifted his gaze down to look at his now very awake and upset son before sighing, "I'll change him if you want to see if he's hungry again..."

Rey was feeling light, giddy, and even a little playful as she watched her husband shift off the bed with Jacen in his arms. "You just want to see me take my shirt off again," she accused in a teasing tone.

Ben just looked at his wife over his shoulder and winked at her, "Can you blame me?"

AN: Oh...my heart is happy with these two...