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"BEN SOLO I AM GOING TO NEUTER YOU," Rey yells as another contraction hits her. They're closer this time. Rose, who has managed to find a way to perch herself to look between Rey's legs says she's already fully dialated.
Ben looks at the two men up front, driving as fast as they can despite the speed limit. "Go faster." God when his voice gets low and deep like that it gets her wet -- that was the problem in the first place she supposed. Another contraction rips through her as from the front seat Finn begins to go nuts.
"Fuck fuck, is it coming now? Fuck there's anothe 15 miles to the hospital, oh my god oh god."
"Poe SHUT your boyfriend up or I'll do it for you. I don't need Rey in distress right now."
He turned to her, none of the malice he'd directed to Poe and Finn in his eyes. Tenderly he wiped the sweat off the brow and held her hand -- which she then squeezed so hard that she was sure she'd broken a boy. Ben winced, but wisely said nothing.
"You are never fucking me again," Rey said through gritted teeth."
"You're doing great, sweetheart," he says as Rose gives the thumbs up for Rey to start pushing.
She takes a deep breath and shouts again. By now the car has stopped, pulled over the roadside next to a lake because everyone knows they're not making it to the hospital, Rose is a duola, and giving birth while the car is actively on the highway might cause some problems.
"I am going to cut off your balls and wear them around my neck like I got them at Tiffany's!" She grunted as she pushed once more. Searing pain came between her legs.
"You're doing it sweetheart, you're doing it, just a few more pushes." Ben says, looking lovingly at her like she hasn't been cursing him to hell and back for the entire car ride.
"Okay Rey," Rose said with probably the only calm voice in the room, "One more big one should do it. Are you two ready to be parents?"
Rey took in a deep breath. Parents. She and Ben were going to be parents. Parents that acted completely differently than the ones that came before them. They would show this kid so much love, not ship them off to boarding school because they were moody and it ruined publicity, not run away in a car and send the random christmas card with fifty bucks in it, not just abandon them in some shit hole town and never come back. No, they were going to never make those mistakes. This child would know a childhood that Rey and Ben never had. They would be happy, loved, accepted.
So she grinded her teeth and bore down one last time, ignoring the burning, continuing to crush her husband's hand, until from Rose's end up of the vehicle, she could hear soft crying noises.
She wanted her baby, wanted her now, as Rose cleaned up some of the gunk still on the child, and despite her current circumstance almost lunged when Rose handed her and Ben their child.
She was a wonder. With little toes and fingers and dark eyes that reminded her of Ben's. Her soft, light brown hair was wispy against her scalp and she gurgled as by some sort of instinct Rey took her to her breast.
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Ben held onto both of his girls tightly. Only bothering to let them go when the doctor insisted they needed a proper checkup. He eyed every one in there with a suspicion that made most of the doctors and nurses feel like they were on a murder line up.
"Mr. Solo," A nurse tried to placate him. "Everything is fine. We just need to weigh and measure her, clean her up some more."
"I'm coming," he boomed in the voice that usually got him whatever he wanted.
The nurse looked around sheepishly and slowly nodded, "Okay." If the doctors had anything to say about it, they were wise enough to keep it to themselves.
Once the medical shit was done, he went back into Rey's recovery room where she rested in a clean robe. Their child had nestled against Ben's chest, trying to find something to latch onto, making him laugh one of his rare laughs.
"I think she's hungry," he said, passing the baby to her and then sitting down on the far-too-small hospital bed. They made some kind of arrangment to move the bed all the way horizontal and for Rey to rest in between Ben's legs and chest while he kept them upright.
"You think?" Rey said, gazing at the nursing child with wonder in her eyes.
"I can't believe she's ours," he murmured, "I can't believe you and I and her, its almost like a dream."
"Better enjoy the dream," Rey said wryly, "you're not getting a good night's sleep for a while."
Ben snorted, "Like I was before? I meant what I said when I suggested having the wall in the loft knocked down so we could add two separate beds to go with the big one. You may not remember but my gallbladder still does."
"Four beds, one for her now, too."
"Any thoughts on a name, yet?" That'd been their one trouble. What to name the kid when it came out. They'd immediately crossed out legacy naming. There were no more Leias or Hans or Lukes or Bens, with Ben choosing the name Solo and with Luke being a hermit who would never know the touch of a woman, the Skywalker line would die with him, the old bastard.
"How about Nadia?" Rey offered. "It's supposed to mean hope."
"Nadia," Ben said, trying the name on his tongue. "Nadia. I like it."
Both of them looked down on the now slumbering babe. "Welcome to the world, Nadia."