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How could you have been so foolish? How could you have risked so many things, with one heroic stupid action?
Those questions are what run through your mind as you claw through the mud of the planet you and your battalion are currently on, blaster wound to the chest and leg. You can feel the blood pouring from the wounds in thick rivers, coating your hands as you try to staunch the bleeding, and making the metal of your lightsaber slippery as you try to defend yourself from the advancing droid army. You gasp for air as you try to crawl away from the enemy, and you see the world shake at the corners of your blurry vision.
You collapse as the mortar blast rocks the earth and eliminates the immediate threat. However, you don’t meet hard dirt like you expect. Instead, you fall into a pair of plastoid covered arms, and a familiar helmet floats into your vision as you turn in their grasp.
Rex’s voice is fuzzy as he calls your name, your ears ring both from the blast and from the shock you can feel yourself going into. An indescribable pain shoots through your body as the man above you presses harshly on the wound on your chest. You don’t even hear the Captain call for the medic, Kix, as your own scream rips from your throat, tears cascading down your cheeks.
Through your tears you see Rex rip his helmet off his head before one hand comes to cradle your cheek gently. His thumb wiping at your tears as his own pool in his eyes. “ Don’t die on me,” he commands, turning you to face him, as he utters the same words he told you just a few blissful days ago.
“Everything is going to be okay.”
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You can feel your calm composure slip as you pace around your living quarters, a single sheet of flimsy crushed in your clenched fist. You could recite the words and numbers on the sheet by heart at this point, and yet they scared you more than the war that rages on every day. But what scares you most is how he’s going to react.
Rex...oh, maker, Rex…
You feel yourself start to spiral even more at the thought of the man you love. The man who’s on his way to your quarters right now after an urgent comm message from you. But now you aren’t even sure what you are gonna say to the man once he walks through the door-
“Cyare?”
Fuck.
You turn around in your pacing pattern just in time to see Rex striding into the living room, tossing his helmet down onto the couch before opening his arms and enveloping you in his embrace. “I came as soon as I got your comm,” he says as you bury your face into his neck, “I wasn’t sure-” he stops himself when he feels the tremors run through your body, “Cyare, what’s wrong? You’re shaking. ” His voice is full of concern as he pulls away from you, steadying hands kept firmly on your upper arms as he searches your face for any clue as to what is happening.
When you finally find the courage to look up at him, you can’t stop the tears and the cries that claw their way out of your chest. All of the things you had even thought to say fly out the window as you force out the news between broken sobs.
“Rex, I’m pregnant, ” your voice breaks on the word and you crush the paper in your fist tighter. “I w-wasn’t feeling well so I went to the medbay and they ran tests, and I thought it was just going to be the bug that’s been going around, and then they tell me I’m pregnant!” you wail, your words running together as you ramble out the events of the past few hours, “So I called you because why wouldn’t I? But then it hit me and I just-” you huff out a harsh sob and rub your eyes so hard you see stars, “Maker, I’m so sorry Rex, I’m sorry-”
“Hey, hey, slow down,” he shushes, immediately pulling you back into his arms and rubbing your back soothingly, “Stop apologizing, alright?” he begins, leaning back to press a kiss to your forehead, “I thought this would be good news?”
You sniffle and pull away to look up at him, “Good news? You’re not mad?” you ask, voice still thick with tears.
The man above you smiles so wide you think he might hurt himself. “Mad? Cyare...you’ve just made me the happiest man in the universe. I know we wanted to wait but...we’ll make it work. We always do.”
You nod, a little unsurely, before Rex pulls you back into his embrace. “ We’re going to be okay cyare.”
“Everything is going to be okay.”
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The memory flashes before you along with so many others as you feel coldness seep into your limbs. Your eyelids feel heavy as you try to keep looking at Rex. You can see the panic on his features as he realizes what is happening and he turns to yell orders at Kix who had finally arrived. You want to reach up and grasp his hand on your own. You want to tell him that everything is going to be alright, just like he told you all those nights ago. But you can’t really feel your arms, and your tongue feels swollen and heavy in your mouth.
The only thing you can manage to do before the blackness at the edges of your vision consumes you is reach out with the force to try and bring some comfort to the man you love. Then you let the darkness swallow you whole, and all your worries with it.
»»————- ♡ ————-««
You can’t help the little spark of surprise that crosses your mind when you feel consciousness tug at you. The last thing you remember was darkness consuming you on the battlefield and then...nothing. However, you know you are very much alive as you peel your eyes open to see the familiar surrounds of the medbay on the Resolute . It’s night time, at least...you think it is judging by the dimmed lights. There really was no night and day in space. So, the ship makes up for it by dimming the lights when it’s ‘night’ and brightening them when it’s ‘day’.
You move slowly, your body's initial reaction to waking up being to observe where you are. The lights are dimmed, as you noticed when you first awoke, and the stars are silver streaks in the viewport as the ship navigates through hyperspace. Your eyes fall to the rest of the room on either side of you, noticing that the other beds are strikingly empty. An unusual occurrence after such a large battle. It seems you’re the only one who sustained injuries.
Wait…
Your eyes widen as your mind finally kicks into gear, your hand falls to your belly as you try to sit up. Needing answers to the only question running through your mind.
The baby. Oh maker...the baby! Are they okay?
Your mind is reeling so fast, your movements are sluggish as your body tries to listen to your frantic mind’s instructions. You manage to sit up, ignoring the pain that shoots through your shoulder as you try to swing your legs over the side of the bed. You don’t even know where you’re going to go, but you need to find someone. Kix. Rex. Anyone that can help you figure out what happened and if the baby is okay.
You are so focused on your task that you fail to hear the abrupt screech of a chair sliding across the floor, followed by quick footsteps until a familiar voice meets your ears as he calls your name.
“You need to calm down,” he says softly, gentle hands resting on your shoulders as he rounds the bed, “Cyare, you’re safe. We’re back on the Resolute ,” Rex’s face finally comes into view, and it’s like a switch flips in your brain, shutting off the frantic electrical buzzes that were firing before.
You immediately reach for his hand, grasping it fiercely in your own as he guides you to lay back down. “Rex,” you croak out, throat dry and raw from disuse. Rex reaches over and grabs a cup of water before you can continue, urging you to drink.
Reluctantly, you do so. You figure it would be easier to spout off all the questions you have when your throat doesn’t feel like you swallowed the dunes of Tatooine. You take several long gulps of water before pushing the glass away, eyes frantically searching Rex’s as he pulls a chair up to your bedside.
“Rex, the baby,” your voice breaks at the thought of what you might learn, “Rex, what happened to-”
You watch through the tears that had sprung to your eyes as Rex’s face morphs into one of understanding. You can feel a sob working it’s way up your throat at his hesitation but force it back down when he reaches out for you. He takes your hand in his own and gives it a comforting squeeze, while his other reaches up to cup your cheek gently.
“The baby’s alright. She’s holding strong, you both are,” he reassures, his thumb rubs soothingly along your cheekbone as your tears finally spill over at his words.
“She?” you manage out between sobs of relief. You have so many questions, but more than anything else, you are just relieved that you and your child are alive and well.
The Captain’s lips pull up into a wobbly smile as he looks down at you from where he sits. He nods, leaning forward enough so he can press his lips to your knuckles before he speaks. “Yes,” he whispers, “Kix told me once he got you both stable. Cyare …We’re having a baby girl.”
You heave a sigh, squeezing Rex’s hand once more as you look over to him, a small smile finally replacing the worried frown on your face. “We’re having our very own little ad ,” you whisper, “That’s the word for it, right?”
Rex lets out a small chuckle and nods, “Yes. We still have to work on your pronunciation though,” he teases, which earns him an exasperated huff from you.
“We’ll have all the time in the world to work on it when they put me on maternity leave,” you say, with a smile still on your face, “Maker knows once Obi-Wan finds out about this he won’t let me lift a finger. Anakin either.”
You then go on about what things you need to start buying, and clothes, and what you’re going to tell everyone, and Rex does nothing but watch on in a thoughtful silence. Your hand squeezes his every now and again, and you look over at him with a spark in your eye, and Rex can’t help but be reminded that he almost lost you just a few days ago. He almost lost both of you, and any chance of a happy future...another thing this war had almost taken from him.
No more.
He decides at this moment, in this split second, that he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He can’t wait for the universe to strip you away from him like it has so many of his brothers. So, as he watches you ramble on about a future with your child, he finally blurts the words he has been wanting to say for a long time now.
“ Marry me. ”
His voice is sharp, blunt and his words are to the point. The outburst cuts you off immediately as you stare at him with wide eyes. Yet, Rex can’t find it in himself to feel guilty about not doing this properly. Damn, proper.
“Rex, I - What?”
He scoots as close as he can to the bed, grasping your hand in both of his own, his eyes never leaving yours. “Marry me,” he says again, voice softer this time. “I almost lost you on that field and I -'' he clears his throat of the emotion welling up inside, “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you to be my wife, consequences be damned. I don’t have a ring or much to my name but...Will you marry me, cyare ?”
His eyes are full of hope, and you can’t help but think how foolish he is to even think that you could have any other answer than the one that spills from your lips.
“Yes - Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you Rex,” your answer comes out as more of a wispy laugh than a statement, but Rex doesn’t care. He swoops down and captures your lips with his own, relishing in the feeling of your fingers against his scalp and your hand in his own.
It doesn;t last long before he’s pulling away, resting his forehead against yours, eyes still closed. “I love you to the edge of the universe and back. You and our little one,” he whispers, trailing one of his hands to rest delicately on your tummy.
You smile, pulling him closer as you nuzzle into his neck, “We love you too.”
And in the silence and desolation of the medbay, a new family begins.