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The engines hummed endlessly.
Hux found great comfort in the white noise, so similar to the ever-present patter of rain on Arkanis. In the dark bedroom he drowsily mused about his home planet; the lavender grey skies and lush landscapes. The seas that raged against the jagged cliffs…
…and the cliffs lined with gnarled trees that grew in crooked desperation to find the sun…
…and the sun would come and break up the clouds…
…rainbows…everywhere rainbows….
Hux yawned and lolled his head around his cool satin pillow. It was such a struggle to stay awake these days. A part of him hated it; watching the machines that measured out perfect twenty-four-hour segments in the vacuum of space. So much was happening without him.
And yet…
Hux winced at a small bit of pressure in his lower abdomen.
…So much was happening within him
The bedroom door hissed open. A cloaked figure entered. The doors close and there is darkness once more. Hux felt a weight on the bed beside him. Latches clicked undone and in the weak starlight Hux found the outline of Kylo Ren’s face.
“Are you awake?”
“Barely.” Hux felt a gloved hand stroke his cheek.
“Not much longer now.” It was not supposed to be this way.
They were going to wait till the Resistance was squashed completely, when Kylo Ren ran his saber through the scavenger girl and ended the Jedi, once and for all. Their marriage would be a celebration of the might of the First Order.
Then…only then…
“Ren,” Hux heard himself whimper. It was a pathetic, shameful. Generals did not make such noises.
…Hux could retire with honor
“They kicking again?” Kylo could not help a small laugh. He laughed so much more these days.
Hux felt the bedding being pulled back, his sleep shirt lifted up.
“Eimhir,” Kylo’s damp, pouty lips kissed the belly bump once, “Keeva,” twice. “Leave your mother alone.”
“What makes you think they’ll listen to you?” Kylo did not reply to this, just continued to run his nose along Hux’s swollen belly, periodically dropping kisses. The twins began to settle.
“They’re going to be red heads,” Kylo whispered, “feisty little red heads that will do nothing but bicker and cause trouble for us.”
“I hope so,” Hux managed a smug smirk before another yawn took over. “I hope they drive you mad.”
The humming was getting louder. Hux could feel himself sinking into it.
“Another hide out has been destroyed,” Kylo said, tucking Hux back into the bedding, “there were no survivors.”
“Good,” Hux murmured. His eyes lids were too heavy to lift.
…Not much longer now
Hux felt a kiss on his forehead.
“Rest,” Kylo whispers, “when you wake, we will have an empire.”
“And daughters to rule it,” the darkness of sleep takes over. Hux is lost to the world.
…a world being brought to it’s knees through destruction and chaos…
Another kiss and Kylo Ren leaves.
The engines hum.