Finnpoe Quarantine Series: Day Seventy
Day Sixty-Nine l Day Seventy-One
Poe doesn’t know how it happened. He’s on his back, fingers intertwined with Finn’s, then the discussion evolves without his realizing it.
“Somewhere not too hot,” Finn is saying, and Poe knows he’s thinking of Jakku’s scorching deserts. “Somewhere green.”
Poe chuckles, his heart pounding although he’s not sure why. “How about humid?”
Finn’s quiet a moment before he responds. “Okay, Poe,” he says, and Poe grins.
“I always thought I would move to the city when I got out of service. But the navy was too busy; there was so much happening.” Poe trails off, remembering the start of his career. “I wouldn’t want to raise a family there.”
Finn stills. “You want kids?”
“I-” Poe freezes suddenly, too. The topic of the future is nearly taboo in the Resistance. Between the odds of winning the war, and actually surviving it, few hope to dream, much less plan, their lives after the fighting is done.
“I haven’t thought about it much. More when I was younger.” Poe’s voice is thick now, low and choked. “I didn’t want to hope.”
But Finn only nods, giving Poe’s hand a squeeze. “I never thought about it either.” He’s silent a few more seconds. “One day.”
“One day,” Poe repeats. “I think we fight for them, Finn. So we or someone else can have that one day.” He sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “Right?”
“Right,” Finn says instantly. “For our future kids.” There’s a smile in Finn’s tone, although the words are slow and thoughtful.
Poe brings their hands down to his mouth so that he can press his lips against Finn’s hand. It’s warm, and his heart is still skipping beats, but all is well.
