Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x OC where the OC became pregnant with his child and fled the First Order in order to raise her child away from the influence of Kylo/Ben. But when the First Order invades the planet she has been hiding on and she goes into labour, she has no choice but to face the father of her child.
Link to alternate ‘edited’ version I created for my family to read.
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OC(s) Used: Rashada
Word Count: 3,335
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Pain crept up my spine as I stared up in horror at the sky that was quickly becoming filled with TIE-fighters and the shadows of Star Destroyers. My worst fears had come true, and I wasn't sure what to do or where to go.
But one thought was prevalent on my mind. Escape. I had to flee the planet, to get away from the First Order.
Grimacing, I placed a hand on my immensely swollen stomach, entering my small abode in the side of the cliff. All my worldly possessions were here and it was time to pack up the essentials.
I didn't want to anywhere around this place when Kylo Ren set his foot onto the dry sand of Pasaana.
But even though urgency filled my every nerve, I took a moment to breathe, to connect with the Force and replace my mental block that I'd let slip with the shock of seeing the First Order. If Kylo Ren knew that I was here, it would be counteractive to my plans.
Once I felt my presence become obscured, I moved as quickly as my bulk would allow, gathering clothing and blankets, what little food I had and my meager supply of weapons which consisted of a rusting blaster and spear. Not ideal, but I made do.
The dull ache returned, stronger this time, causing me to pause in my packing. I took a deep breathe, placing a palm on the rough rock wall as I braced against the clenching force that seized me.
"You have impeccable timing, My dear... I'd bet anything in the world you would have been a daddy's girl.." I gasped, recognizing the pains as the onset of labour. This was an unforeseen turn of events, but I figured I had plenty of time to get off this planet and to a medical center before the child was born.
But I hadn't expected the time I would have to take to recover from the contractions, even though they weren't that strong, yet. By the time I had everything packed, the stormtrooper platoons had landed and had started invaded the nearby Aki-Aki town.
I watched, hidden in my cave, chest heaving as I recovered from a contraction. Where was
Kylo Ren? I knew he would show up eventually, and I just prayed that I could maintain the block I had against him during the labour, because I didn't want him to find me. Who knew what he might do to me.
I slung my pack across my back, grabbing my walking stick and keeping to the shadows, I tried to make it to the spaceport. With a chunk of luck and a good ship, I could outmaneuver the TIE-fighters and go into hyperspeed before the Star Destroyers could react.
But my escape was halted by another contraction and a platoon of stormtroopers passing by. Iclutched at my abdomen, feeling the skin tighten beneath my hand as my breathing grew ragged. I gritted my teeth against the groan that struggled to escape. But I held it in, knowing that then I would be discovered.
The sound of more footsteps to my left made me turn and flee back to the outcropping of trees I had spotted. It was far away from the town, hopefully far enough that the stormtroopers wouldn't think to search it.
Pain again ripped through my body, causing me to stumble in my retreat. But I pushed through it, adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in my ears.
The foliage was dark, supplying the type of cover that I liked, provided I was wearing dark clothes that blended in. The sand was cool beneath my hands as I knelt, leaning against a tree and closing my eyes for a moment as I caught my breath.
Hours past as the stormtroopers secured the area, and officers rushed around, shouting orders to their units. I sat and watched, a sinking feeling developing in the pit of my stomach as I realized that escape was impossible now.
The next town was well over two days journey, leaving me with two options. I could either surrender to the First Order and receive medical attention while I gave birth, or I could stay here.
The second option was a worst-case scenario, but I'd rather give birth by myself than be captured by Kylo Ren.
A guttural groan left my lips as a contraction gripped at my body, causing me to lean farther back against the tree, spreading my legs instinctively. The urge to push was there, but some primal part of me told me that the child would still take a long time to be born.
It was becoming harder to hold together the mental block in the Force as the contractions became stronger.
"I wonder what it might have been like..." My voice trailed off wistfully as I detected the
approach of another ship. It was agonizingly familiar, and I felt tears prick my eyes as I watched the tall figure walk down the landing ramp, a black cloak flowing around them.
The masked figure surveyed the destruction, my eyes following their movements. But then pain consumed me and my eyes closed as I struggled to keep my breathing regular, maintain the block, and keep myself from screaming, all at once.
I'd thought blaster wounds were painful, but the pain of labour, of bringing a baby into the world, that was much worse.
Pressure began to build in my hips, prompting me to gingerly shift my position in an attempt to relieve it. The urge to push was stronger, although ignorable. But the pressure was building to a point where pushing felt like an extremely attractive option, if only to relieve it.
The next contraction elevated the tightening pressure to agonizing, and I inhaled sharply, the softest of groans escaping my lips as I began to push.
The pressure disappeared, only to be replaced with the feeling of soaked clothing. A dark stain spread across the crotch of my pants as I watched, wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events.
"Oh no, oh no, no, no, no." The thought began, but then ended as pain blazed through my body. I felt the Force block shatter as my concentration broke. My pain screamed through the Force, causing the mask figure to flinch and turn to look to where I lay. His boots made no sound on the sand as he took off towards the copse of trees.
Before I could catch my breath, a cherry-red lightsaber was humming against my neck. I opened my eyes to look up at him, my eyes unreadable. I wanted to catch him off-guard, to use the Force in some way against him, but I knew I wasn't strong enough. That amount of concentration was beyond me in this moment.
"Who are you?" The question came out more as a command, the deep, robotic voice causing me to flinch. I didn't want to answer, because he would recognize my voice.
A simple shake of the head didn't satisfy him. The lightsaber inched closer to my neck, forcing my head against the rough bark of the tree as I struggled to avoid the humming blade touching my skin.
I could feel another contraction building, and my breathing hitched, growing irregular as pain washed over me in a never-ending cycle. Eyes closing in an attempt to control the pain, my body trembled as I pushed, a soft cry emerging from my lips as the pain reached its peak.
"Are you alright?"
The question caught me off-guard, my eyes snapping open at the compassion in the man's voice. This was a side of Ren that I'd never thought I'd see.
The lightsaber had disappeared and Kylo was kneeling beside me, his mask lying on the sand beside him as he reached a hand out to my stomach. I could feel him reach out with the Force.
"I wouldn't have scared you so if I had known you were with child." He murmured, his chocolate eyes coming up to meet mine as he tried to search my mind. I frowned at him, the mental block reappearing in an instant, the effort causing sweat to bead across my forehead.
Another contraction swept over me, and I cried out, my breath coming in gasps as my hands reaching for something to hold onto, anything to try and take my mind off the pain. "Damn it." I hissed, vaguely recognizing that Kylo had taken my hand, letting me squeeze it tightly as I pushed through the pain.
When I glanced back over at him, he was staring at me, eyes wide as his gaze searched my face. Something in his eyes told me that he knew who I was.
"Rashada! I-I thought you were dead. You disappeared during the invasion of Jakku, and I thought you had died." He murmured, scooting closer.
A bitter, nostalgic smile appeared on my face. "No, I escaped. I didn't want our child to become like you." I muttered, watching him closely. I didn't trust him.
He looked hurt by my obvious mistrust of him, but continued holding tight to my hand, staring at me like he couldn't believe I was sitting there beside him. "How come you never told me you were pregnant?"
Tears built up in my eyes as emotions resurfaced. Emotions I hadn't let myself feel for so long because they physically hurt. Memories that at one time had been so happy were now sad and bitter.
Kylo noticed the tears before they fell, reminding me how attune he was with me, how intertwined he was with me in the Force. He reached out to brush them away, his gloved hand gentle against my skin.
It reminded me of the days when he would kiss me out of nowhere, pulling me into a dark hallway and framing my face with his gigantic hands that were so tender with me.
"Because it would have made leaving so much harder than it already was." I whispered, my body stiffening against the onset of another contraction, prompting me to whimper. "Kylo... I'm scared." I admitted, finally owning up to the feelings I had about actually giving birth to a little human being. About the pain I already knew I was going to experience if this was only the preliminaries.
Kylo's expression turned worried, and he hesitantly reached his arms out to gently pull me closer to him. "We'll be okay, Rash, all three of us. I'll protect you from anybody." He murmured, his hands gently stroking my belly.
"Even from yourself?" I couldn't help but wonder, but then the pain appeared suddenly, a low cry leaving my mouth as I grabbed Kylo's hand. "Kylo, it hurts, really bad." I gasped out, and Kylo began to panic.
"Why..? Wait. You're kidding, right? You're not actually giving birth right here?" Another cry from me caused him to wince. It hurt him to see me in pain and there being nothing he could do about it.
"Damn right I am Kylo, I'm giving birth and it feels like I'm being kriffing stabbed!" I half-screamed through the agonizing pain of labour.
"Okay--Just hold on, Love." He said, waiting for the contraction to abate before pulling me to my feet. I wanted to tell him that it was legitimately impossible for me to walk right now, given that his baby was sitting on my hips, but I couldn't muster the breath to say so.
So I just stumbled along beside him, feeling the baby shift within me as I moved, basically using Kylo as support while my legs struggled to hold me up. Every fiber of my being screamed to lie down, to expel the child within me.
I was actually thankful to see Kylo's ship, until that annoying ginger walked out of it. Of course he would accompany Kylo on missions. That man had always plagued me when Kylo wasn't around, trying to get me in trouble.
"Lord Ren, the invasion has--Who is this?" Hux began speaking then noticed me, his eyes narrowing as he recognized me.
Kylo breezed past him, easily detaching me from his side as he swept up the boarding ramp into the ship. I could hear him shouting orders to call down a medical team from one of the Star Destroyers.
Hux scowled at me, not pleased about my sudden reappearance. "So, how has life as a First Order escapee been treating you, Bonviere?" He asked in a falsely polite voice.
I glared at him, hands clenching and unclenching as I straddled my legs, trying to keep from falling. The baby was sitting low, pinching a few of my nerves in my hips, which made it incredibly hard to remain standing. A contraction caused me to gasp and sway slightly, my teeth gritted in an attempt to remain strong in front of Hux.
"I see you got knocked up. You always were one for poor life decisions... I thought your time with the First Order would have taught you better, but I suppose not everyone is a rule-abider." He clicked his tongue sadly before continuing on with a small smirk on his face.
"Did you come running back to Ren, thinking he could make everything better? Well, I have a newsflash for you... He doesn't deal with whores. Even if they are so ugly that he feels sor--"
A dark mass hurdled towards Hux, the hissing sound of a lightsaber igniting cutting off his sentence as the cherry-red blade flew towards his throat, stopping centimeters from his pale skin.
"You will NOT speak about Lady Ren that way... Unless you wish to die by my hands." Kylo hissed, his eyes sparking with fury. I could feel his anger through the Force; it was oppressive, although justly created.
Hux apparently had no sense of self-preservation, as he spoke again. "Lady Ren? This woman?" He asked in disbelief.
Kylo snarled, pressing closer to Hux at the comment. "Yes, and if I hear one more rude comment from your sniveling mouth, I will close it in death."
Hux finally got the message, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Yes, Lord Ren."
Kylo took a deep breath, taking a step back from Hux, his dark gaze fixed on him. I was appreciative of his strong figure up until the moment when a contraction ripped into me. This one hurt, like I'd caught a lightsaber thrust to the abdomen. The radiating pain caused my legs to turn to jelly, letting me to fall to the sandy ground, clutching at my swollen stomach.
Kylo heard my agonized cry and whirled around, sprinting to my side and dropping to his knees. "Hux! Find out where that medic team is, or I will have your head!" Kylo yelled at the astonished Hux.
Hux watched us for a moment more before walking hurriedly back into the pilot ship, shouting orders.
A ring of stormtroopers was gathering around my shaking form as I panted through the pain. Kylo was truly panicking now, utterly clueless about what he should be doing.
"The baby." I gasped, moaning as the urge to push became excruciating. There was no turning back now. This baby was going to make its appearance in a matter of minutes.
"Turn away from her! If I catch any of you disobeying my orders, you will wish you'd never been born." Kylo said, making all the stormtroopers swiftly turn in the opposite direction.
Dark eyes scanned my face as Kylo pulled me to lay between his outstretched legs. He gently tugged my tunic up to rest above my knees.
I felt faint as I gasped for breath, unable to regulate it with the nonstop pain. Kylo ran his fingertips down my sides, gliding them along my hips as he breathed deeply, regularly. "Just breathe with me. Breathe. I'm not going to leave you here. You're going to be fine, Sweetheart." He murmured softly.
His chest rose and fell in a comforting rhythm against my back as I leaned against him. I tried to match my breathing with his, and found the dizziness vanishing as oxygen flooded my lungs.
But then pain returned, and I closed my eyes, a groan leaving my lips as I bore down, wondering if the pain was ever going to stop.
Kylo shuddered behind me, and I noted an ease in the pain. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable, making it almost, but not quite, bearable.
"That better?" Kylo whispered in a strained voice, and it suddenly hit me that he was using the Force to take some of the pain away, experiencing it himself.
"Only a little--Kriff!" I answered him in a breathless voice, which rose in pitch as a contraction again gripped me. I bore down instantly upon feeling the pain, crying out as it reached a crescendo of unknown agony.
Kylo wrestled with his own experience of my agonies, groaning quietly to himself, employing old Jedi techniques to ease the torture and trying to regulate his breathing as he felt pain that he'd never known existed. And he knew that he was only experiencing a fraction of it. He could only imagine what I felt like.
"You can do this, you're a strong woman, Rash." He encouraged, his voice tense as his body shuddered in reaction to another contraction mounting within me.
My body grew rigid as my muscles strained to push the child out of my body. Guttural groans escaped my lips as I juggled the pain. "Kylo, it's almost..." My voice trailed off as I conserved my breath for the next contraction.
Determination filled me as I realized that the child was only a push away from leaving me. I pushed myself upwards, a strangled cry flying from my lips as the baby finally, finally, slid free in a last exhausted heave from my body.
Kylo grunted, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the pain reached an excruciating level. Then the pain vanished, only to be replaced with blessed relief as I sank back against his broad, sweat-soaked chest.
People were suddenly swarming around the two of us; the medic team had finally arrived from one of the Star Destroyers. A woman took the baby, cleaning it off and wrapping it in a fluffy towel.
I watched through half-closed eyes, catching my breath after the exhausting experience I'd been through. I could feel Kylo's chest heaving in rhythm with mine as he recovered from the pain of his own experience.
"That was," Kylo thought for a moment before continuing. "Agonizing. How did you stand it?" He asked, and I laughed softly.
"I don't know." I murmured, cuddling closer against his damp chest, feeling his arms come and wrap around me in a comforting hold.
"You were amazing. I'm proud of you. You fought a warrior's battle." Kylo mumbled against my hair, making me smile.
"Lady Ren? Would you like to hold your daughter?" A medic asked, and I jerked upwards, nodding enthusiastically.
Kylo pulled me back against him, clucking softly. "Don't overexert yourself..." He said, watching the medic as she brought the swaddled bundle over.
I held my arms out, anxious to finally hold the little being who'd occupied my body for the last nine months.
"She's beautiful!" I exclaimed, glancing up at Kylo's perspiration beaded face to see tears in his dark brown eyes as he gazed at his daughter. "What do you think of the name Kirana?"
Kylo nodded absentmindedly as he slowly reached out a gloved hand to gently stroke the black fuzz covering her head. "How is this even possible...?" He wondered aloud, his voice soft. "She's so, so..." His voice cracked and trailed off as he was overwhelmed with emotion.
I just leaned my head back against his chest, knowing exactly what he was trying to say.
