The Great War Epilogue WIP
may the 4th be with you!! college is a nightmare but i'm so excited to share with you all this little wip. <3
Ben’s calloused hand caressing your hair made you sigh softly in your sleep, your body reluctant to wake up. The ticklish sensation of his beard on your neck as he planted a little kiss there made you giggle, slowly opening your eyes.
“Good morning, darling,” he whispered, his sleepy, deep voice making you feel a bit silly. Waking up every day next to him was a dream you never wanted to wake from. “Did you sleep well?”
“If by sleep you mean after Luke woke us up crying in the middle of the night… Yeah, I guess I did.” You chuckled, feeling soft under his touch as you turned to face him. Your messy hair and barely open eyes made him smile sweetly.
Mornings like this were the best. Both of you refusing to get up, just cuddling and whispering softly until you realised it was late for Ben to go to work. When he finally decided to get up and go to the bathroom for a quick shower, you approached the makeshift nursery with light steps. Hopefully the little baby sleeping there wouldn’t wake up, as he’d started crying while you were both resting.
A smile spread across your face as you watched Luke soundly asleep. He was barely a few weeks old, yet he was already growing up so much. His tiny blonde hair, which was just starting to grow, reminded you of someone—someone who still caused a sharp pain in your chest whenever you thought of him.
You were just about to finish your breakfast with Ben when a small cry was heard from the nursery. He quickly got up, but you stopped him by placing a gentle hand on his. “It’s alright, darling. He’s probably hungry, I got it. You finish your breakfast, or you’ll be late for work.”
He kissed your hand, giving you a gentle smile. “Okay.”
You quickly prepared the bottle. If you could, you’d breastfeed him, but your pregnancy wasn’t far enough along for your milk to come in yet. You gently took Luke in your arms, your heart aching as you watched his little face scrunch up with every cry.
“Shh, shh. I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.” You cooed, rocking him gently in your arms. When you gave him the bottle, he fell silent instantly, which made you chuckle. His blue eyes were fixed on yours as he ate, and you went to sit in a rocking chair that Ben had traded with some Jawas.
In the distance, you could hear Ben washing dishes, but your gaze was fixed on your baby. So innocent, full of life. He had no idea of all his parents had been through.
He finished the bottle relatively quickly, which made you let out a little chuckle. “You were really hungry, weren’t you?”
