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They didn’t talk much as they ate, or as Rey rinsed the dishes and then set them in the dishwasher. Ben had people for that, but he hadn’t called them back into work yet, because he doubted Rey would respond well to that and they had enough to worry about as it were. They sat down in the living room, all more or less facing one another, and they were silent for a fair few minutes more.
“Are you leaving us?” Ben asked when he couldn’t stop himself from doing so anymore.
Rey turned her gorgeous, jade-colored eyes towards him. “No,” she said softly.
He nodded slowly. “... Thank you.”
“You gonna come around with us?” Kylo asked.
Rey looked at him, then nodded. “Yeah.”
“What’s our story, babe?” Kylo asked, gentle. Sweet.
Loving.
Rey sighed softly, then lay her head back and looked up at the ceiling. “I wish-... I wish I could think of a way to get Mum, Kay, and Rose to just… Let it be. Leave me alone. But they wouldn’t. Mum- God, I don’t even know what she’d do. Kay would never be able to look at me. Rose would freak out at first, and she’d never stop trying to talk me out of it. No one else knows- no one else could. I wish I could just make them drop it. Mum could-” Rey looked guilty all of a sudden. “Mum could probably be bought. Her silence, I mean. Kay wouldn’t take the money, but she wouldn’t try to fuck things up, anyway. Rose-... she wouldn’t do anything, either, but it hurts most to lose her. The thought of it aches.”
Ben analyzed her words quickly.
She wanted to be openly in a relationship with one of them, and she thought her mother would do something that would fuck them over- unless they gave her a reason not to. She wanted to buy her mother’s silence. She was okay (enough) with cutting Kay off, who wouldn’t do anything. She didn’t want to cut Rose off, but Rose wouldn’t do anything rash, either.
Ben could work with that. Ben could work magic with that.
“So, we come to an agreement with Bazine,” Ben said. “Kay wouldn’t take the money, but she won’t interfere. Rose wouldn’t, either?”
“No, she’s- she wouldn’t.”
“Okay. So, that’s our asses saved- now, onto how to navigate life with your family as we… Exist,” Ben said. “Right?”
Rey nodded.
That was personal shit. Ben looked over at Kylo.
His nostrils flared as he thought. He pursed his lips slightly. “I’d have to know them before I could offer advice. I’ve met Rose, at least- tell her you’re not hurting anyone, you’re being safe, and firmly tell her to fuck off. Preferably with that phrasing, particularly. She’ll be offended and she’ll take it to heart, then sit with it and leave you be. Probably.”
“You- can gather that just from that one meeting?” Rey asked.
“Yeah,” Kylo said. “You got any home videos of Kay, or some shit?”
Rey blinked, and then, she lit up- she fished out her phone and, before long, handed it to Kylo. Ben could hear some sort of video playing- it sounded like a birthday party. Rey’s.
“She might be weird around you at first, if it’s such a great issue,” Kylo said. “But she’ll look at you again, dork. That woman adores you. Tell her that you’re an adult, you didn’t know me from Adam, and no one’s getting hurt.”
Rey studied the screen for a moment, then tapped it- the video stopped.
They spent another few weeks in New York City, then a fair few more in L.A., and then, they flew back to London to meet with Bazine.
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It took a solid month for Mum to agree to it. Ben insisted on going without Rey; he knew Mum, he knew the law, and he might not know much about ‘loosening people up’, as Kylo did- Ben’s words- but he knew how to ‘make them sweat’, and ‘see reason’, and ‘help them benefit themselves’. They got Kay and Rose to sign something, too. But, when a month had passed, Rey had her multi-million dollar historic home in London, and a shiny silver Mazda, and finally, an appointment with the doctor.
She’d gained a few pounds. She was healthy and had no STDs, and the urine pregnancy test came back negative.
When her doctor’s office called her a few days later, she couldn’t really imagine why. She confirmed her identity, and then-
“So, you mentioned that you were spotting rather than having any periods as of late,” the doctor said. “The pregnancy test came back negative, and you said spotting was unusual for you, but periods have always been inconsistent, yes?”
“Yes,” Rey said.
“Alright. I would advise seeing your OB/GYN, as well as taking another pregnancy test in a few days- see if your gynecologist can do a blood pregnancy test, as they’re more accurate, and can detect lower levels of hCG.”
“Okay,” Rey said. “Thank you very much.”
“Of course. Have a nice day.”
“And you, as well!”
Beep.
Ben, who handled all things scheduling since he had business meetings and phone conferences and Kylo had shit and Rey didn’t like going places alone now that she had two boyfriends who could very well pay her some goddamn attention, scheduled her an appointment for the next week.
All three of them went in. They both accompanied her back. They drew her blood, tested her urine, checked for other things as they waited-
The urine test was done first. Her gynecologist walked in, gave a gentle smile, and sat down on the stool. “Are we hoping for pregnant or not pregnant?”
“No pregnant,” all three of them said in unison.
The doctor smiled wider at first, but after a moment, her eyes softened and Rey’s heart felt. “You are pregnant,” she said softly. “I apologize. We can do an ultrasound to determine how far along you are, and see what can be done. Have you had any periods since you became sexually active?”
“No,” Rey said, heart thumping. “Just- the spotting.”
The doctor nodded. “It would be hard to calculate without the ultrasound. We can do it here.”
“Yes, please,” Rey said softly.
Cold jelly. Rey stared at the monitor.
“There,” said the doctor, pointing, but she didn’t have to… “And there. Twins.”
Babies. They looked like tiny little babies. Rey could see faces faintly through the fancy monitor, their bodies curled up and swaying slightly.
She felt her lip quiver. She felt hot, fat tears forming in her eyes.
“I’d say you’re about twelve weeks along,” said the doctor. “And doing well, which is good, considering the spotting- but that’s not particularly abnormal for pregnancies…” The doctor talked for a bit, seemingly stalling as she kept looking over at Rey, who could not tear her eyes away. Kylo was staring impassively at the floor, arms crossed, and Ben was studying Rey, brow furrowed, frowning as he was so wont to do when he focused.
“I can’t get rid of them,” Rey breathed. “I can’t.”
“Rey…” Kylo said gently.
“I won’t, and you couldn’t make me, so shove it.”
Kylo set his jaw and silenced. Ben’s face had twisted up with- something- but Rey couldn’t see him well enough with her eyes glued to the monitor to know what it was. The doctor cleared her throat. “There are vitamins, then, and…”
They didn’t talk on the ride home. When they got into Rey’s house, though, Kylo set his hand on her lower back and guided her towards the bedroom. Rey sat on the bed, Ben sat in an armchair, and Kylo leaned on a post at the foot of the bed, arms crossed.
“You can’t-”
“I’m not having an abortion,” Rey said. “I can’t.”
Kylo licked his lips. “Do you know what can happen to children of incest?”
“Sickle cell anemia, cystic fibrosis- any number of recessive genes coming out to bite them directly in the ass- I can’t get rid of them. I can’t, I won’t- I can’t.”
“You’re being selfish,” Kylo said, and Ben hissed in a breath-
Rey looked up, one brow quirking. “I should think I get that from you, Daddy. I’m not getting rid of them.”
Kylo tilted his head to the side, eyes growing- not cold, but… Harsh. Stern. Sad. “Whatever happens to them is on you,” he said. “And it will be forever. For all of their lives- however long or short that’ll be- and for all of yours. All of it.”
“Yeah,” Rey croaked. “And I’m making them deal with it. I know. I know I’m being selfish, and I’m telling you-... There’s no possible outcome where I won’t be. I can’t. I can’t.”
Kylo cleared his throat, then pushed up onto his feet. “Fine, then. I’m going for a drive. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Drive safe, for once.”
“Mm. Love you both.”
“Love you, too,” Ben and Rey grumbled in unison. Kylo disappeared.
A silence settled over Ben and Rey, but it didn’t last too long.
“Whatever it is,” Ben said, voice so soft and tentative. “We can take care of it. We have the resources. We can take care of it. It’s no different than being born with a child who has it, outside of- incest-” Ben didn’t like that word. “These things happen, and we don’t even know that it will. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
Rey looked over at Ben, then down at her flat stomach. She put a hand on her belly, marvelling at the knowledge that there were… Were two little beans in there. Beans that would grow into babies- people- humans. “I hope so,” Rey whispered. She looked over at Ben. “Will you…?”
He moved closer, sitting on the bed at once, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair. “Anything, sweetheart. Anything at all.”
Rey fell into him and he moved ever closer, cradling her against his chest. “Will you make love to me?”
He cupped her cheek and turned her face up towards his, then pressed his lips into hers. He kissed her deeply and undressed them both slowly, then lay Rey down and pressed kisses into every part of her skin, saving her seam for last. He drank from her for a long time, lacing the fingers of his hand with hers as he always did, using his other to play with her as he always did.
Kylo came in during her third orgasm and watched from the doorway for a moment before closing it and walking towards the armchair-
Rey reached out. “Here,” she breathed, and he came closer. He sat near the pillow and she set her head on his thigh, turning to watch as he stroked his slowly stiffening erection. Every so often, he’d prompt her to spit for him, and she would.
When Ben sank inside of her, both he and Rey mouthed and suckled at Kylo’s cock, and Kylo shifted to give them easier access. Rey reached around and plunged three fingers into his asshole and he groaned; Ben reached forward to fondle Kylo’s sack. After Rey’s ninth orgasm- a new record- Ben and Kylo came in unison.
They curled up together and started to drift off, but then, Kylo spoke.
“It’s on us, too,” he whispered. “Just as much as it is you.”
Rey kissed his jaw. “What’s done is done.”
He looked down at her relatively flat belly, and the message was clear. He didn’t see it as done, and wouldn’t prompt further, and it pained him that he couldn’t even bring himself to blame her, and it pained him that he wanted to, and… Then, his eyes shut and his expression neutralized again.
They should all probably go to therapy before trying to raise children.
They moved to Naboo. The boys filmed another movie in the eight-ish months until Rey was ripe and bursting, her children at least seemingly healthy. A boy and a girl.
Mum stopped talking to Rey. Kay called every few months. Rose called once a week, as per usual.
Rey met Leia and Han- Ben and Kylo’s parents- and, eventually, Luke, Lando, and Chewie, too.
Rey started therapy after moving to Naboo. The boys started after filming wrapped.
As Rey’s due date approached, Han and Leia came out to stay in Naboo, as well, none the wiser that Rey was actually their granddaughter, which was perhaps the weirdest thing about it all to Rey’s own twisted mind.
She gave birth on her due date to two healthy babies who were, admittedly, on the lighter side, weight-wise.
Dorothy Anne Solo was born first. She had just a bit of downy, pitch black hair, and her eyes quickly settled into the same color as Ben’s- and, therefore, Kylo’s. They’d call her Dottie.
Greyson James Solo was born second. He had a mess of mousy brown curls, and his eyes settled slowly into the same color as Rey’s- or, rather, just a touch more brown than hers usually were. They’d call him Grey.
Ben was anxious through the delivery, squeezing Rey’s hand at least as much as she squeezed his, but they’d given her some damn good drugs and, truth be told, her lovers had done a number on her, ah, birth canal, anyway. Kylo was calm, amused by Ben’s worry, chuckling and snickering often.
It was afterwards that they switched.
The nurse helped Rey arrange the two babies to be fed at the same time, and Ben softened at once, gazing lovingly at them both. Kylo stiffened, not looking at them, shifting in his seat and sniffling. He glanced over just every once in a while, eyeing them like they were anything to be wary of.
Ben took Dottie first, and Kylo took Grey. Rey was exhausted from, you know, shoving two mini humans out of her snatch.
Kylo warmed up to Grey quickly, tapping his nose lightly, eyeing his small hands in curiosity. Ben marvelled at Dottie, cooing at her and grinning, smoothing his hand along her head with the lightest of touches.
They switched eventually. Kylo tucked Dottie into his neck and watched as Ben tried to pay Greyson similar attention, but it only made the baby fussy. Eventually, he let Grey slink into sleepland, and Rey followed not long after at all.
Ben proposed pretty much as soon as Rey recovered; publicly, her relationship was with him, since he was a very touchy partner and Kylo was content to keep his hands, lips, and otherwise to himself in public. They’d call him Daddy; they’d call Kylo Ky. He was adamant they leave off the ‘uncle’ part. “Technically, I’m their grandfather,” he’d say sometimes in a darkly amused tone.
He warmed up to the thought of raising and living with children within the first month or so of taking them home.
Grey was an easy baby. He didn’t cry, just whined and fussed lightly. His tells were easy- he’d wiggle his hips when his diaper was dirty, he’d suck on his hand when he was thirsty, he’d chew his fingers when he was teething. Ben was too doting for him; he preferred Kylo and Rey, unless Ben was already exhausted.
Dottie was… Loud. She cried all the time. If she had tells, no one could name them- but Ben always figured it out quickly enough. She absolutely loved Ben- sometimes, Rey was pretty sure she cried for no reason other than to get Ben, specifically, to take care of her. She didn’t mind the other two, but when she needed something, she wanted Ben to be the one to give it to her.
Dottie started crawling first. Grey started walking first. Dottie started talking first- her first word was ‘BB’, who she lovingly terrorized from the moment she learned to move. Grey’s first word, months later, was ‘quiet’, when his sister wouldn’t stop crying. Grey was far, far easier to potty train, but had accidents at night for a lot longer than Rey was willing to admit for the sake of his future dignity.
As soon as the twins were old enough to be relied upon to play ring bearer and flower girl, Ben and Rey married. It was a very pale olive and hay yellow affair. Rey’s dress was ivory. Dottie had yellow flowers braided into her dark hair. Grey’s shirt was a thin, ivory muslin. Kylo gave her away; Mum didn’t show up at the wedding.
They didn’t have a honeymoon. They didn’t feel a need for one.
Rey got pregnant a few more times. She miscarried, until she didn’t. Twins- until there was just one.
She gave birth to a little girl with cystic fibrosis. They named her Hannah Leigh Solo. Her hair came out the same color that Han’s used to be, and she looked a lot like Leia, but Hannah had a cleft palate.
She gave birth one more time. He passed away a month later. His name had been Luca Landonis Solo, and he’d looked a lot like Baz.
It hurt. Life moved on, but the hole in Rey’s heart never faltered.
Kylo got a tattoo on his ribs for Luca, opposite the one he had for Dottie, Grey, and Hannah.
Hannah wasn’t very difficult, nor very easy. She didn’t scream, but she was difficult to parse out. Her first word was ‘Mama’ and liked to curl into Kylo’s neck for hours at a time- she behaved when he held her, but she was liable to be fussy and/or cruel whenever he put her down for a long, long time.
Dottie was bad at school and good with people. She was sociable and loud and silly and bright. Grey was good at school and bad with people. He was quiet and smart and solemn and sweet. Hannah was fairly average at both school and people. She was attentive and snarky and headstrong and blunt.
Rey had a piece of wall art put up in the wall a few yards from the front door, the one smack-dab in front of it. It was wiry and beautiful and strange. She started hanging her favorite pictures up there.
There were a few pictures of the three adults there. A baby picture of Kylo, a baby picture of Ben, and a baby picture of Rey. A few cute pictures from their childhood- Rey in a puffy yellow coat, missing half of her teeth, a lollipop stuck in her tangle-ridden hair. Her arms were stretched upwards and her face was twisted with laughter. Kay was crouched in front of her, face caught in a silly expression as she did whatever it was she had done to make Rey laugh so hard. Rose was crouched down behind Rey, a hand to her mouth, looking adoringly at Rey. Mum was in the background, at a picnic table, sipping what might have been a mimosa and looking off to the side. One of Ben and Kylo- Ben in a blue flannel and Kylo in a red one- standing by a lake; the picture must have been taken from the lake. Ben’s mouth was in a little ‘o’, his expression taken with wonder and awe, and he was clutching Kylo’s hand. Kylo was staring at Ben curiously, grinning with his brows knitted. Han and Chewie were fishing off to the side, and Lando and Leia were laughing just behind them. Engagement photos. Wedding pictures. Kylo did not often allow his picture to be taken.
Most of them were about the three Solo children, though.
An eight year old Dottie with a two year old Hannah sitting in her lap. To one side, Ben sat with Rey laying her forehead against his neck, looking tiredly over at the kids. To the other side, Kylo sat with Grey in his lap; Kylo was looking down at Grey in gentle appreciation, and Grey was looking out at the vineyard surrounding their carriage.
Dottie and Grey bickering- well. Dottie teasing Grey while he begged her to leave him alone.
Hannah finger-painting in the kitchen as Grey stared at the mess, horrified, and Dottie made slime with a little machine that Kylo had- the evil bastard- gotten her.
Hannah, Dottie, and Rey after a shopping spree to cheer Hannah up after she’d asked a boy out and he’d laughed at her. It had taken all of the power in all three of the children to keep all three of the adults from finding and skinning that boy. To the very end, not one among them admitted his name.
Them playing in the backyard, with their grandparents, around the world. Them opening presents and stockings. Them with Kay and Rose, and Chewie and Lando. A few of Luca alone; a couple of Luca with Ben, with Rey, with Kylo; one each of Luca and each of their surviving children.
The kids got along great, for siblings. Dottie adored Hannah until Hannah was old enough to be sassy. Grey adored Dottie on the rare occasions she wasn’t pestering him. Grey and Hannah got along well, but had no wondrous connection.
Dottie always kept Ben as her favorite. Grey grew to prefer Rey. Hannah’s favorite had always been Kylo, and it stayed that way.
Dottie became a lawyer like Ben. Grey became an author. Hannah became an actress, and she also sang even though it never quite took off.
Dottie looked a lot like Rey with the twins’ nose. Grey looked a lot like the twins with Rey’s nose. Hannah always resembled Leia, and as soon as she was old enough, she got a slew of cosmetic surgeries to ‘fix her face’- her cleft lip- and used a lot of makeup to cover it, no matter how hard her family tried to assure her that she was gorgeous with her cleft lip, too.
Dottie and Grey remained healthy. Hannah’s cystic fibrosis wasn’t always easy, but she was doing very well.
Every day that Rey lived was the best day she had ever lived. Even the bad ones, now that she had them.