unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?
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Some things definitely turned out in their favor. Poe and Jessika were more than happy to watch Matt for the evening, and even turned the night into the little guy's first ever sleepover.
In the week leading up to it, Ben did his best to make sure his son would be on his best behavior - or at least the closest thing to it. They went out and bought a pint-sized Yoda-covered sleeping bag, packed little baggies of trail mix to share with Jessie and decorated a 'thank you' card for the Damerons. Just to make sure it actually got to them, Ben pinned it to the back of Matt's shirt when they dropped him off. Maybe, after a few hours, someone would be able to catch him long enough to tear it off.
The match was spectacular, and they had a great view of the action. Phasma was happy to pass along a pair of free tickets for, as she put it, "the father of her favorite workout partner." And they were even more thrilled to see her pull off the win after a long, intense bout.
Afterwards, there would be plenty of celebration. And for the first time in a very long time, they were returning home to an otherwise empty apartment with the rest of the night all to themselves.
Every now and again, things just so happened to fall into place. Like ... date night, which Rey had been looking forward to from the moment that Poe agreed to take Matt for the night. And Matt, for his part, seemed excited to spend a whole night at Jessie's.
So excited that in the week leading up to the sleepover, he behaved as well as he ever had, and as the story was related to Rey, hadn't even looked back once they arrived at the house. Which, okay, stung a little, even though she was glad that for once, everything seemed to be going off without a hitch.
She only had to text Poe twice during the entirety of the match, just to ensure that the good behavior was continuing. She got a photo in return of the kids eating popcorn, watching Yoda on tv. After that, it was easy to concentrate on the action, jumping and screaming and celebrating the win with the rest of the crowd.
Rey was still excitedly chattering about the win when they returned home - home, which was blessedly quiet and clean and all theirs.
Ben, in return, sent a photo of them with 'Ferocious Phasma' and a giant trophy. Rey also got a shot of Phasma putting him in a headlock, but that one didn't get sent anywhere.
Coming home to an empty house was definitely strange. Ben had to stop himself from stopping in the doorway to Matt's room, as there was no one he needed to check on before coming to bed. And bed was exactly where both of them were headed.
Not for sleep, at least not yet. They were both wide awake with the excitement of the evening, and once they crossed that threshold, excitement turned to passion. In the warm glow of the lamplight, Rey never looked so alive.
This was a night for making love.
And as fate would have it, the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of Ben and Rey Solo.
All in all, date night had been a resounding success. And even though it took every inch of willpower in Rey's body, when they returned home, she did manage to refrain from checking on Matt one last time. It was late. He was probably asleep. And if there were any problems at all, they would have been alerted already.
The rest of the night belonged to she and Ben alone, and sorry, neighbors, this wasn't going to be hushed and hurried like usual. This was about reconnecting in every sense of the word, and she'll be damned if they're not going to take the time to enjoy it, and each other thoroughly.
Some weeks later, and life has pretty well fallen right back into place, with the exception of Matt's behavior. They've made the playdates with Jessie a weekly occurrence, and he's learned that in order to go on them, he'd have to calm himself a bit. Tantrums still happened, just not as frequently as usual.
Life was good. Other than the fact that Rey was coming home hours earlier than usual, green around the gills. For a woman that rarely ever got sick, this was definitely unusual.
It was almost like a miracle - that Matt was begining to understand that behavior on one day led to privleges or consequences the next. And that he could be very easily motivated by going out and doing just about anything. If it was an activity, he was all for it.
Creative outlets for frustration seemed to help as well. Ben started teaching Matt that there could be a time and place for letting it all out - like Father/Son gym time. And surprisingly, once he got it out of his system, he was more keen on actually using his words later in the day. ...most of the time.
Except for this time...
"I told you, sit and color now and we'll play after dinner. But if you can't then we won't play after dinner at all!"
Ben was checking on his wife with a crying, screaming, fists swinging Matt tucked under one arm.
"I said no. The stove is hot. Knives are sharp. You can't play so close to the counter while Daddy is cooking!" He turned from red-faced son to green-faced wife. He picked up a lot of vegetables at the supemarket earlier in the day, in case she was still feeling under the weather. "Think you can keep down a little soup? I'm making a pretty light one."
He was still learning. It was best to go into each day without expectations impossible for a temperamental three year old to live up to. So, any little victory was celebrated like a big one, and that seemed to help.
Rewards, such as more activities, dessert, or a present if he went a whole week without blowing up seemed to help, too. Of course, the more books Rey read on the subject, the more differing opinion she was subjected to - which really didn't matter in the long run as long as what they were doing was working.
Some days were better than others, though, and today just happened to be not so great.
So, for as much as she'd love nothing better than a long nap, it didn't look like she'd be getting the opportunity anytime soon. "Hey, kiddo, what do you say you hang out here on the couch with Mommy? I'll let you play your games on the tablet for a while if you can stop crying."
It'd keep him quiet for a while, at the very least. And, the games were mostly educational, with the exception of Fruit Ninja. That one was just fun for everybody. She offered the hint of a smile, and shrugged. "I'll try. Ben, it was so embarrassing, I had to leave a meeting to be sick. If this is a summer cold, it's a weird one. I'm never queasy when I have colds. And I rarely have colds!"
Swiping fruit with his fingers wasn't quite as good as what daddy was doing in the kitchen with real vegetables, but eventually, he started to quiet down. Ben offered a sheepish smile. He was trying to give Rey some time to rest and a hot mug of soup (it was really rare that she came home sick from work) but good intentions weren't going to be enough this time.
"Is the stomach flu going around? I'd expect Matt to be bringing that home, not you." He put a gentle hand on Rey's shoulder, kissing the top of his forehead as he walked around behind the couch.
Not quite as good, but one hundred percent safer, since no real knives were being used. Besides, he's got tons of other kid-appropriate games on the tablet, too, for when he inevitably got bored and wanted to play something else. As long as he wasn't screaming, Rey didn't mind sharing her quiet time with Matt.
"I don't think so? Nobody else in the office is sick. I've been feeling this build for a little while, but today, it really hit hard." She hummed softly, grateful for the pleasant little affectionate gesture. "Poe ordered takeout for everybody today, and the smell of it just made my stomach turn."
The conversation continued as he returned to chopping vegetables and dropping them in a now boiling pot.
"From that little Chinese place across the street from your office that you always rave about?" He was as shocked as she was, clearly, as he knew how much his wife loved that particular hole in the wall. "The last time you ever turned down Chinese was..."
Ben froze. And dropped the knife. It was a good thing Matt was on the couch instead of underfoot.
"...do you... Do you think you're... That you might be...?"
He had a hard time getting the words out, and picking up the knife, which he managed to drop all over again.
Rey contented herself with watching Matt play - still feeling off, but much better now that she was at home and attempting to rest. She gently ran her fingers through Matt's hair, humming her agreement.
Every busy law firm, no matter how small, had their favorite takeout joints, and this place was their go-to.
Rey hadn't really thought anything of her sickness - it was just a cold, just some bug that was going around, couldn't possibly be anything else. And then Ben suggested something else entirely, and she could kick herself for foregoing the idea completely. That absolutely was a distinct possibility, wasn't it?
"But I never had morning sickness with Matt. Never felt bad at all", she answered, frowning. The sound of the knife clattering against the floor got her attention, and she turned, trying to catch a glimpse of her husband and his reaction. "Careful! I don't want to have to take a trip to the emergency room for stitches."
Morning sickness, no. But she did get extremely picky about food at the most random of times, something Ben, as the primary meal-preparer of the household, jumped through many a hoop to accommodate. It was the least he could do. She was working doubly hard - not just at her job but also in creating another life. She deserved all the little pleasures he could give.
"I'm fine." he insisted, as that knife clattered against the cutting board.
Ben paused, and took a deep breath. He actually had to focus on the task at hand. He'd be chopping himself into the pot if he wasn't careful!
"I can pick one up at the pharmacy tomorrow. When I replenish my stock of bandages..." he paused for half a second. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm fine!"
That part was true enough - she'd send him on many a late night expedition for certain foods, savory and sweet in turn, and sometimes requested the strangest of combinations, Ben had never complained. Maybe he'd wrinkled his nose a few times, but he never failed to deliver exactly what Rey asked for.
He'd do anything she asked, and she could only hope that she's shown how grateful she is for that - for him to the best of her ability. Who cared that others didn't really understand their relationship - all she needed, she had, and she was happy.
She was a little hesitant to believe that Ben was as fine as he said that he was, but as long as she didn't hear any 'ouches' or 'uh ohs' she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Still, there was no helping the way she rolled her eyes at the joke.
"Very funny. Yeah, if you would, that would be great. I mean, I'm kind of nervous to find out, but at the same time, I really wanna know."
He really would do anything she asked him to. It was just the way he was. He'd spent the better part of his life desperately looking for a place to belong and running away from those he didn't. It was how he ended up in a cult, after all. Ben was nothing if not devoted, and his relationship with Rey was the most healthy one he'd ever been in.
He picked up a couple of tests at the pharmacy (two brands, just in case). The saleswoman gave him a wink and a smile. She handed Ben the bag, and then gave the well-behaved little guy on his shoulders his promised lollypop.
He was kind of hoping Rey wouldn't be home when he got back, because that would have meant she was feeling better. But he wasn't holding his breath.
Just as she'd do much the same for him. Their situations growing up hadn't been nearly the same, but they both knew the loneliness of never quite fitting in. But with Ben, Rey had found exactly what she never knew she'd been missing. Work, home, family time, it was really all the adventure she needed.
She'd actually managed to stay at work all day, despite anxiety and nausea taking a heavy toll. Most of the others were busy enough with their own clients and research and cases, but Poe brought her tea and crackers and a knowing smile. "I'll tell you when I know", was her reply.
Which was, she thought, opening their front door slowly, was sooner rather than later. And she was scared and excited all at once to find out if this was a new facet to their lives - a brand new adventure to set out upon.
She was greeted with the sight of Ben folding laundry on the couch. Matt ran up to hug her, complete with ridiculously oversized fluffy bathrobe. It was Rey's of course, snatched out of the laundry pile because it looked a little bit like Yoda's robes.
"Home, Mommy is!!"
"Easy there, you little Yoda. Mommy hasn't been feeling well, remember?" He warned softly. He glanced up at his wife, saying far more with his eyes than actual words - curiosity, excitement, everything... "How was your day? They're on the bathroom counter, by the way."
What a wonderful thing to come home to - no screaming, no crying, no cacophony. Just the quiet contentment of a happy house. She had to laugh, though, at the sight of her bathrobe trailing out behind Matt, much like a long, fleecy tail. He hugged her knees, and she gently patted his head in return. Real hugs would commence once she'd changed into something more comfortable -
And returned from the most nerve wracking wait of her life.
"It's okay, I'm feeling fine right now", she answered, offering a smile in return, her eyes giving away everything that she wasn't saying. "Good. Long, but good. Didn't get sick in the middle of the day, so that's good. I, um, should go change, then. I'll be back."
First, a trip directly to the bathroom, where seven minutes could not pass quickly enough.
Sometimes, you get lucky. Though, Ben did stop to scoop Matt up so he wouldn't follow his mother into the bathroom. A little private time was definitely in order.
"Come on, Matt. Time to help Daddy set the table. Grab the spoons."
Nothing fancy, just leftover soup from the night before and some sliced fruit. Which he prepared during the longest seven minutes he could remember in a long, long time.
Bathroom time should be private time - especially now. Life with a toddler meant sacrificing some of that privacy, but Rey didn't want to have to explain what it was that she was doing, nor to have to keep tiny hands from grabbing at things he didn't need to be touching.
Setting the table for dinner was a good distraction, especially since he was in such a good mood.
The bathroom wasn't big enough to pace in, so Rey sat on the edge of the bathtub, phone in hand, watching the timer count down until enough time had passed to check her results. And when she did, she also made an embarrassing squeaking noise before calling out - "Ben! Could you come here, please?"
Hopefully, Matt could amuse himself by drumming on the cabinets with a spare spoon for a few moments. Ben hurried out of the kitchen, and around the corner into their bedroom and bathroom.
It probably would, knowing his tendency to relish making noise. And for a moment, at least, Rey wanted to share this moment with Ben and Ben alone. By the time he reached her, she'd gotten the door open, and was resting against it, looking slightly dazed.
(Which was probably better than looking queasy.)
At first, she didn't say anything at all. But the moment that she caught sight of him, she couldn't help the way her lips turned up into a smile - a bright, wide, happy smile.
The news might not really and truly set in until it's confirmed by a doctor, but for the moment, this was all the confirmation Rey needed. Everything - every symptom, every craving, every ache and pain and tear shed for ridiculous reasons all made sense now.
She breathed out a soft, breathless chuckle, and nodded, and held on tight when Ben was close enough to do so. "I thought it would take longer", she offered, shaking her head. "But, yeah, we're having another baby."
Soon, not yet, but soon, it would be time to talk about looking for a new place to live. This place wasn't big enough for four, and the poor neighbors have been bombarded with enough noise without adding in a crying newborn. Good thing was, Rey had been saving money ever since she was old enough to work, and their savings account had only continued growing ever since they'd moved in together, buying a house had always been in their plans. Maybe it would happen sooner than they'd anticipated.
Ben made a little bit of a squeal himself as he slid his arms around her. Another baby...
"I think it's wonderful..." he smiled through the hug.
Financially, they were certainly better off now than when they first moved in together. Rey was the breadwinner, and a successful one at that - with a good head on her shoulders the determination to lay a solid foundation for the future. Back then, Ben was barely scraping by with minimum wage, if he was lucky. Getting out of the First Order meant learning how to survive all over again - and usually failing. But he wouldn't dare fail Rey. He kept to their budget and did what he could to help her put more money away (like clipping coupons, walking or taking the bus instead of buying a second car). All the things that would make buying a nice little house a real possibility.
Surprise and shock and excitement are all etched clearly in her expression - truly, she hadn't even considered the possibility of being pregnant. They'd barely started trying, and she was anticipating months of practice before conceiving.
It was soon, but that didn't make her any less thrilled.
Adult life wasn't always easy to manage, but they've made do. They've both had to sacrifice and to work hard, but the life they'd carved out with each other has been comfortable. There was no way they could fail when they were working together - after all, it wasn't just them that they had to think of - it was Matt, and now, the new baby, too.
"Yeah? Another little Solo, coming to join the family?"
"There's a bad joke there, Rey." He smirked, holding her close and kissing the top of her head. "Matt's going to be a solo Solo for too much longer."
He was going to be a big brother. How he reacted to the news was going to be interesting, and (like most things Matt did) would probably change from day to day. Ben honestly wasn't sure when he should tell Matt. Or how. Or what... But that could wait a little while, right? One thing at a time.
"I guess you'll have to make an appointment with the doctor. Do you want me to come with you?"
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In the week leading up to it, Ben did his best to make sure his son would be on his best behavior - or at least the closest thing to it. They went out and bought a pint-sized Yoda-covered sleeping bag, packed little baggies of trail mix to share with Jessie and decorated a 'thank you' card for the Damerons. Just to make sure it actually got to them, Ben pinned it to the back of Matt's shirt when they dropped him off. Maybe, after a few hours, someone would be able to catch him long enough to tear it off.
The match was spectacular, and they had a great view of the action. Phasma was happy to pass along a pair of free tickets for, as she put it, "the father of her favorite workout partner." And they were even more thrilled to see her pull off the win after a long, intense bout.
Afterwards, there would be plenty of celebration. And for the first time in a very long time, they were returning home to an otherwise empty apartment with the rest of the night all to themselves.
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So excited that in the week leading up to the sleepover, he behaved as well as he ever had, and as the story was related to Rey, hadn't even looked back once they arrived at the house. Which, okay, stung a little, even though she was glad that for once, everything seemed to be going off without a hitch.
She only had to text Poe twice during the entirety of the match, just to ensure that the good behavior was continuing. She got a photo in return of the kids eating popcorn, watching Yoda on tv. After that, it was easy to concentrate on the action, jumping and screaming and celebrating the win with the rest of the crowd.
Rey was still excitedly chattering about the win when they returned home - home, which was blessedly quiet and clean and all theirs.
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Coming home to an empty house was definitely strange. Ben had to stop himself from stopping in the doorway to Matt's room, as there was no one he needed to check on before coming to bed. And bed was exactly where both of them were headed.
Not for sleep, at least not yet. They were both wide awake with the excitement of the evening, and once they crossed that threshold, excitement turned to passion. In the warm glow of the lamplight, Rey never looked so alive.
This was a night for making love.
And as fate would have it, the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of Ben and Rey Solo.
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The rest of the night belonged to she and Ben alone, and sorry, neighbors, this wasn't going to be hushed and hurried like usual. This was about reconnecting in every sense of the word, and she'll be damned if they're not going to take the time to enjoy it, and each other thoroughly.
Some weeks later, and life has pretty well fallen right back into place, with the exception of Matt's behavior. They've made the playdates with Jessie a weekly occurrence, and he's learned that in order to go on them, he'd have to calm himself a bit. Tantrums still happened, just not as frequently as usual.
Life was good. Other than the fact that Rey was coming home hours earlier than usual, green around the gills. For a woman that rarely ever got sick, this was definitely unusual.
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Creative outlets for frustration seemed to help as well. Ben started teaching Matt that there could be a time and place for letting it all out - like Father/Son gym time. And surprisingly, once he got it out of his system, he was more keen on actually using his words later in the day. ...most of the time.
Except for this time...
"I told you, sit and color now and we'll play after dinner. But if you can't then we won't play after dinner at all!"
Ben was checking on his wife with a crying, screaming, fists swinging Matt tucked under one arm.
"I said no. The stove is hot. Knives are sharp. You can't play so close to the counter while Daddy is cooking!" He turned from red-faced son to green-faced wife. He picked up a lot of vegetables at the supemarket earlier in the day, in case she was still feeling under the weather. "Think you can keep down a little soup? I'm making a pretty light one."
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Rewards, such as more activities, dessert, or a present if he went a whole week without blowing up seemed to help, too. Of course, the more books Rey read on the subject, the more differing opinion she was subjected to - which really didn't matter in the long run as long as what they were doing was working.
Some days were better than others, though, and today just happened to be not so great.
So, for as much as she'd love nothing better than a long nap, it didn't look like she'd be getting the opportunity anytime soon. "Hey, kiddo, what do you say you hang out here on the couch with Mommy? I'll let you play your games on the tablet for a while if you can stop crying."
It'd keep him quiet for a while, at the very least. And, the games were mostly educational, with the exception of Fruit Ninja. That one was just fun for everybody. She offered the hint of a smile, and shrugged. "I'll try. Ben, it was so embarrassing, I had to leave a meeting to be sick. If this is a summer cold, it's a weird one. I'm never queasy when I have colds. And I rarely have colds!"
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"Is the stomach flu going around? I'd expect Matt to be bringing that home, not you." He put a gentle hand on Rey's shoulder, kissing the top of his forehead as he walked around behind the couch.
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"I don't think so? Nobody else in the office is sick. I've been feeling this build for a little while, but today, it really hit hard." She hummed softly, grateful for the pleasant little affectionate gesture. "Poe ordered takeout for everybody today, and the smell of it just made my stomach turn."
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"From that little Chinese place across the street from your office that you always rave about?" He was as shocked as she was, clearly, as he knew how much his wife loved that particular hole in the wall. "The last time you ever turned down Chinese was..."
Ben froze. And dropped the knife. It was a good thing Matt was on the couch instead of underfoot.
"...do you... Do you think you're... That you might be...?"
He had a hard time getting the words out, and picking up the knife, which he managed to drop all over again.
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Every busy law firm, no matter how small, had their favorite takeout joints, and this place was their go-to.
Rey hadn't really thought anything of her sickness - it was just a cold, just some bug that was going around, couldn't possibly be anything else. And then Ben suggested something else entirely, and she could kick herself for foregoing the idea completely. That absolutely was a distinct possibility, wasn't it?
"But I never had morning sickness with Matt. Never felt bad at all", she answered, frowning. The sound of the knife clattering against the floor got her attention, and she turned, trying to catch a glimpse of her husband and his reaction. "Careful! I don't want to have to take a trip to the emergency room for stitches."
A breath. A moment. And then -
"I, um, think maybe I should take a test."
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"I'm fine." he insisted, as that knife clattered against the cutting board.
Ben paused, and took a deep breath. He actually had to focus on the task at hand. He'd be chopping himself into the pot if he wasn't careful!
"I can pick one up at the pharmacy tomorrow. When I replenish my stock of bandages..." he paused for half a second. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm fine!"
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He'd do anything she asked, and she could only hope that she's shown how grateful she is for that - for him to the best of her ability. Who cared that others didn't really understand their relationship - all she needed, she had, and she was happy.
She was a little hesitant to believe that Ben was as fine as he said that he was, but as long as she didn't hear any 'ouches' or 'uh ohs' she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Still, there was no helping the way she rolled her eyes at the joke.
"Very funny. Yeah, if you would, that would be great. I mean, I'm kind of nervous to find out, but at the same time, I really wanna know."
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He picked up a couple of tests at the pharmacy (two brands, just in case). The saleswoman gave him a wink and a smile. She handed Ben the bag, and then gave the well-behaved little guy on his shoulders his promised lollypop.
He was kind of hoping Rey wouldn't be home when he got back, because that would have meant she was feeling better. But he wasn't holding his breath.
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She'd actually managed to stay at work all day, despite anxiety and nausea taking a heavy toll. Most of the others were busy enough with their own clients and research and cases, but Poe brought her tea and crackers and a knowing smile. "I'll tell you when I know", was her reply.
Which was, she thought, opening their front door slowly, was sooner rather than later. And she was scared and excited all at once to find out if this was a new facet to their lives - a brand new adventure to set out upon.
"Hey, boys, I'm home!"
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"Home, Mommy is!!"
"Easy there, you little Yoda. Mommy hasn't been feeling well, remember?" He warned softly. He glanced up at his wife, saying far more with his eyes than actual words - curiosity, excitement, everything... "How was your day? They're on the bathroom counter, by the way."
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And returned from the most nerve wracking wait of her life.
"It's okay, I'm feeling fine right now", she answered, offering a smile in return, her eyes giving away everything that she wasn't saying. "Good. Long, but good. Didn't get sick in the middle of the day, so that's good. I, um, should go change, then. I'll be back."
First, a trip directly to the bathroom, where seven minutes could not pass quickly enough.
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"Come on, Matt. Time to help Daddy set the table. Grab the spoons."
Nothing fancy, just leftover soup from the night before and some sliced fruit. Which he prepared during the longest seven minutes he could remember in a long, long time.
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Setting the table for dinner was a good distraction, especially since he was in such a good mood.
The bathroom wasn't big enough to pace in, so Rey sat on the edge of the bathtub, phone in hand, watching the timer count down until enough time had passed to check her results. And when she did, she also made an embarrassing squeaking noise before calling out - "Ben! Could you come here, please?"
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"Rey?"
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(Which was probably better than looking queasy.)
At first, she didn't say anything at all. But the moment that she caught sight of him, she couldn't help the way her lips turned up into a smile - a bright, wide, happy smile.
"Yes."
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"...Yes." he repeated, the corners of his mouth turning up into a cute, but slightly nervous smirk. "You... you said yes, as in yes..."
He put both hands on her arms, daring her to nod again and confirm what he swore he just heard. And then he smiled a little more.
"We're having a baby..." Now it was his turn to nod. "We're having another baby."
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She breathed out a soft, breathless chuckle, and nodded, and held on tight when Ben was close enough to do so. "I thought it would take longer", she offered, shaking her head. "But, yeah, we're having another baby."
Soon, not yet, but soon, it would be time to talk about looking for a new place to live. This place wasn't big enough for four, and the poor neighbors have been bombarded with enough noise without adding in a crying newborn. Good thing was, Rey had been saving money ever since she was old enough to work, and their savings account had only continued growing ever since they'd moved in together, buying a house had always been in their plans. Maybe it would happen sooner than they'd anticipated.
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"I think it's wonderful..." he smiled through the hug.
Financially, they were certainly better off now than when they first moved in together. Rey was the breadwinner, and a successful one at that - with a good head on her shoulders the determination to lay a solid foundation for the future. Back then, Ben was barely scraping by with minimum wage, if he was lucky. Getting out of the First Order meant learning how to survive all over again - and usually failing. But he wouldn't dare fail Rey. He kept to their budget and did what he could to help her put more money away (like clipping coupons, walking or taking the bus instead of buying a second car). All the things that would make buying a nice little house a real possibility.
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It was soon, but that didn't make her any less thrilled.
Adult life wasn't always easy to manage, but they've made do. They've both had to sacrifice and to work hard, but the life they'd carved out with each other has been comfortable. There was no way they could fail when they were working together - after all, it wasn't just them that they had to think of - it was Matt, and now, the new baby, too.
"Yeah? Another little Solo, coming to join the family?"
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He was going to be a big brother. How he reacted to the news was going to be interesting, and (like most things Matt did) would probably change from day to day. Ben honestly wasn't sure when he should tell Matt. Or how. Or what... But that could wait a little while, right? One thing at a time.
"I guess you'll have to make an appointment with the doctor. Do you want me to come with you?"
He hoped the answer was yes.
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Made a new icon just for this thread. Lol
Happy!Ben! We approve. :0D
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