#ask fridays

Have You Had Enough?

Kylo Ren x Reader

TW/CW: canon typical violence, angst, hurt feelings, we are not a couple, unrequited love, master/apprentice, kylo is PISSED, meanie meanie, SPOILER there will be NO reconciliation ;)

credit to @rhinobeetl for this beautiful art of the goth boyfriend himself. let me know if you want me to remove the picture!

From Ram:

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I'm sorry you've been feeling weird anon, we all go through stuff like that but I want you to know that I am here to listen and help you through anything.

It's a weird time of the year, and it can put people into a funk, or maybe your funk has been there for a while? but thats okay! you're amazing-wonderful-beautiful-smart-special to me, and everyone who frequents my blog.

I hope this satisfies you in some measure.

"I miss you," Bens voice comes through muffled, his face half pushed into a pillow case on the edge of his screen.

You sighed into your own, wishing it was his strong chest. Pinned to his front while you listened to his heartbeat slow down until he fell asleep. It wasn't even 24 hours since you left and yet your heart yearned to be closer...

Shrugging, you pulled your blankets up around your face. Leaning into your pillow, just a little out of the frame. Ben gave you a sleepy smile, he already looked miserable.

Eyes growing black from his lack of sleep, like the ridiculous psycho he was, he couldn't relax without your firm hand. But, it was another six months apart...

"I miss you too," you whisper, barely inaudible but his raised brows let you know that he heard.

"I wish you would've stayed..."

You smirked a little, "Well, you didn't do the sappy airport move, where you're supposed to storm past the security and beg me to stay?"

Ben chuckled, running a weary hand over his face. "Like that would work," he looked off in the distance, mood souring, "You wouldn't even if I chased you on a plane."

Now it was your turn to look off, not wanting to stoke the embers of an old argument long fought over screens. Leaving you both angry and in shambles, it was hard enough being mad at each other, but there was no reconciliation in person, just stale apologies when the other finally caves and answers their phone.

It was never like this when you went to school with him, living in his apartment. Spending every moment you weren't in class in his arms, being held like you were a doll. Getting soft kisses littering from your temple down to your collarbone, nosing his way under the hem of your shirt.

"Sorry," he mumbles out, the sound of him settling under his dark blue covers rustling against the speakers of his laptop. "I know you're doing important shit, it's just dumb that you can't do it here... just feels like you're trying to stay away from me."

You rolled your eyes, biting your tongue at a snappy rebuttal. Settling on a more soothing route, "I'm just trying to do the best I can."

"I know, you're helping a lot of people and I should be proud of you."

He took a deep breath, "I just wish you'd take care of me."

"Ben," you whined, eyes growing tired of staring at his reflection from the camera. If he was going to be moody and shitty, you would just disconnect, you didn't need another guilt trip from him. He knew how much it meant to you to be where you were. Helping others, getting the best education you could, nothing along the lines of what his university could offer.

"I only have one semester left," you fiddled with the tie on your hoodie, listening to him shift on his end once more.

"Yeah, but you still don't know if you're going to come back here."

"You could always come here," you blurted out, regretting feeding into his self-loathing. He side-eyed you, mumbling about hating that part of the country. Even though he only visited once in a blue moon, claiming it wasn't as amazing as New York.

New York had everything in his eyes.

He rubbed the back of his neck, stretching off-screen before yawning loudly, "I have to get up early, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

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Two weeks had gone by without a word from Ben, dragging your feet from school to your lonely apartment. Slowing putting away all your mementos of him, staring at the Skype status showing he was unavailable.

Looking at the blank screen that stared back at you.

Streaked with tears that you'd shed, wanting to march on a plane and storm to his house. Yank him by the ear like his mother did when he was in trouble, shout and scream at him for being an asshole. Not prioritizing your wants and needs, selfish enough to think the world revolved around him.

It was unfair.

You sat at the table of your study group, quietly nibbling on a bagel that had long gone stale. Barely whispering out answers to the study guide, there was a big exam coming up that would determine if you got internships or not.

But you couldn't stomach it, much like the everything bagel you were chewing.

A large packet slammed down across from you, your group leader looking irritated as usual. She spat out your name, "Are you going to contribute today? Or just be a bummer again?"

Everyone looked away from you, probably agreeing with her bold statement. Ben didn't want you, now they didn't, what next? Were you going to be dropped from your program?

The universe was already taking heavy hits against you, so you wouldn't be shocked.

"Oh my god," one of your group mates gasped, looking off in the distance, "Look at that guy."

Heads turned while you stayed forward, staring at a single crumb from one of their cookies that spilled on the table. Listening to them gawk, "He's so hot", "Is he knew, I would've remembered him", "He's big, is he on the football team?", "Why is he walking up to every table?", "Shit-here he comes!"

The girls all straightened up, plastering on their fake smiles for the unlucky guy who was about to be hooked, lined, and sunk into their webs of fakeness...

"Are you guys in the biology department?" a deep voice blurted out frantically, your heart skipped a beat. Souring high before plummeting, it sounded like your Ben. When he was frantic and wanting something, like when he was desperate to find a certain hot-dog cart that used to be at time square.

He needed one of those hot dogs again.

Your leader cleared her throat, throwing her glossy hair over her shoulder dramatically before her voice squeaked out at an unnatural octave, "Yeah, we are. I'm the colleges' president of the student body."

"Oh," he sighed, "Sick-okay, I'm looking for someone who's in the program."

The man began spouting out generic facts about his mystery person, judging by his voice, he was working hard to find them. But didn't seem to know their name, as he dodged it a few times. His voice seemed distant, staring over your leader's head a few times to catch glimpses of anyone who walked in.

You grew tired of his adjectives, pulling your notebooks and spare pencils into your backpack, no one noticed anyway. They were all eating out of this dude's hand, listening to his ramblings, once again you were reminded of Ben. He sounded unhinged, like when he was 99% sure Hux his roommate had stolen his Oreos.

"Well," the president smoothed over, "I can help you look around, I'm sure they are somewhere. And if not..." you could hear her breath hitch as she laced her words with honey, "I could show you around to the secret spots of our campus?"

You stood up swiftly, not wanting to stomach any more of this scene. Briefly looking through your hair at the man, mouth moving before your brain.

"Ben?"

His head snapped towards you, black hair longer than you remembered, swiping across his forehead in a greasy mess. Mouth dropped open as he focused on you, his voice caught in his throat as he spoke your name.

Launching forward past the other people still seated. Ben picked you up in his arms, shaking as he held you against his chest. Your body awkwardly lifted over his shoulder. Patting his back while you stayed shocked, there was no way?

You were confused, sad, happy, and fucking angry?

Ben spun around with you, setting you back on the ground, bracing his hands on your forearms. Your heart clenched at the sight of his tear-streaked cheeks.

Letting out a soft and warbled sentence.

"I missed you."

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I was wondering, what would our first time with each of the triplets be like?

yeaaAAAAASsssss

Matt the Radar Tech:

Its clumsy, uncomfortable, and full of blubbering ‘thank yous’

Matt would want to make it special, but he overthinks it. Lots of petting and kissing, both of you thrumming with arousal. Hands trembling when you unzipped his jumpsuit, desperate to touch his steaming skin.

Its not like you haven’t seen him naked before, but this is different.

Matt’s hands would hold you delicately, asking for you to open your legs, ‘show me your pussy baby.’

You would whine, listening to whatever he wanted, taking in his shocked expression when he saw your wetness. Matt hesitatingly tracing your slit with the tip of his cock.

Coating it in your slick, you hooked your elbows behind your knees. Opening up for him, Matt brought your lips together, just as he pressed inside.

The stretch, the ache, it burned like it was too much and yet not enough. Matt was so gentle, trying to ease you to take him. Kissing you on the ear, cheek, neck, lips, praising for every whine and clench you give him.

Benjamin Solo:

Ben isn’t about making it slow and steady, he’s very excited to have you in his bed. Practically, stripping you from your clothes once you’re inside his apartment.

He was honored to be your first, bursting at the seams when you told him it was time. You would listen to him describe his plans for you, while he pushed you back.

‘Babygirl, I’m gonna fuck you so good. You’re gonna regret not doing this sooner.’ ‘Stuffed so full of my cock, your Daddys cock.’

You would mewl and whine as he pinned you to the bed, legs splayed open with your knees to your chest. Ben would stuff his fingers inside you, make you nice and ready for him.

‘You’re so fucking wet-do you want something inside you?’

The whimper that falls from your throat is pathetic, coaxing Ben closer to your heat. His cock slides in with some resistance, but thanks to his skilled fingers you were ready for him.

Once he’s slid home, he fucks you. Good and hard, like a jack-rabbit. So excited to be inside you, so excited to be the first and hopefully only one. He throws you in different positions.

His favorite being you on your back, left leg slayed open and pinned. While your right is hooked over his shoulder, letting him drive deep inside you over and over.

Kylo Ren:

All hands and teeth.

There’s no warning, once he knows you’re ready. Kylo all but drags you to the closest place he can, pushing you to the ground.

Desperation oozing from his pores, he’s been waiting so long to break you.

Growling at you to stay put, mouth open for him. Kylo shoved his cock down your throat, forcing you to choke on him, ‘You think you can take me in your little cunt? When you can barely fit it in here? Huh?’

Watching you gargle and whine from the brutal face fucking, big hands coiled in your hair while he degrades you for being and eager whore.

‘I’m going to ruin you little one, ruin you. Until all you are is a brain dead slut, ready for my cock.’

Kylo pops you off his cock, all the blood rushing to the heavy tip. Leaking precum, ready to drown you. You whine and cry that his grip is too hard, but beg for him to fuck you.

Sobbing when he finally throws you over the couch arm rest. Haphazardly ripping your dress off and panties down, you feel his rough hands prying your legs apart.

‘Filthy girl, you’re soaked.’

Kylo spits on you, tongue fucking the dribble into your waiting cunt. Bucking your hips back into him for release, but he doesn’t let you. There’s only one place you can cum now, and that’s his cock.

He wastes little time prepping you, ‘I better hear you scream Angel, I want to know how much you love my cock.’

The pace is fast and erratic, like he’s punishing you for making him wait so long. A palm wrapped around your throat, forcing you to curve backwards towards his thrusts.

Spanking your ass, and outer thighs. Laughing at every twitch and clench. Once you cum on him, then the real fun can begin.

Kylo hoists you up, back to his chest. Completely suspended aside from his cock lodged inside you. And he fucks, and fucks, and fucks you until you’re ruining the carpet from squirting so much.

———

yes i’ll have one of everything.

Ren was nervous.

He had never tried this before.

It wasn’t his style, not in Medical school, undergrad or even high school. Ren wasn’t the guy people found charming, or handsome, or understanding. Any girl he fucked was just that, a girl, and he told them straight up he wasn’t going to talk to them after.

But now there’s you.

Waltzing into his life, with no fucking warning, burrowing into his cold heart. Ren thought you would be a quick fuck, something pretty to see when he had the time, that was it! You seemed to be that way too, young and smart. Still working through school, didn’t have time to be chasing men.

He was lucky you even gave him the time of day, after you rocked his world. And every night after that, your silky cunt clenching around his cock. Ren felt like passing out just thinking about it, hot and bothered as he sat at his desk.

All the patients were gone for the day, he had finished his chart work. Nursing staff had bid their goodbyes, telling him to have a good weekend or whatever. Ren tapped on the desk with his pen, the only sound in the room now that the halls were empty.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, throwing down the pen to cradle his face. It had been four days since he spoke to you, 6 days (if you’re counting) since he saw you. Ren had tried to play it cool, you usually texted him a few days after fucking to say hello and let him know what was going on.

Or that one time you called him because you were busy with your hands. And you both ended up just existing together on the phone, you doing homework while he read through charts. Talking like you were face to face.

Radio silence now.

Maybe you were done... it would be understandable. There were much younger, more emotionally available men in your corner. Or women, don’t think he forgot about that time you told him about. That he now fantasies about when he’s lonely...

Ren was no prize, from the outside yes he was attractive. Unconventional, but broad, thick, nice hair, deep voice, big hands, a ‘monster cock’. But he wasn’t what people called good company.

He grabbed his phone out, wincing when he saw no messages from you. The last thing in your thread is a message from Ren saying ‘have a good day.’

Ren typed out a message, didn’t want to seem too desperate.

Hey, I just got off work. Can you be at my place tonight?

Nailed it.

He waited.

Waited.

Watched the message sit there for 3,4,5,6... oh no 10 minutes?

👍🏼

———

Ren was so excited, he didn’t respond to your emoji. It would seem too forward, so he left it at that and grabbed everything for the weekend. Stopping at a few stores for supplies, some bottles of wine and cheese.

Do women like flowers?

You would be the first woman he had been with sexually for longer than a month... do they expect flowers?

What if you’re allergic?

“Fuck,” he grabbed some anyway, if he panicked he could throw them out the window before you arrived. Ren rode up the elevator in silence, trying to steady his breathing so he could focus on getting the apartment ready.

Fumbling with the keys when he made it to his door, Ren let out a sigh of relief when he got in. Setting everything on the countertop, he popped open a bottle. Taking a few swigs to make sure it wasn’t poisonous.

He decided to put the flowers in a vase, how he had a vase he wasn’t sure, that way they could look like a gift to himself in case you hated them. No big deal, he would just be crushed if you did. Ren took a quick shower, after a small workout so his muscles would be on display for you.

Ren noticed when he was naked and you basked in each other’s embrace, you liked to trace his shoulders and biceps. Fingering the veins that laid under his skin, cording down to his wrists. Before you’d suck on his thick fingers...

A knock at the door drew him away from his pinning, maybe he would get you to lay with him tonight. Long enough to smell your hair while you drifted off like a tired, fucked out little kitten. He schooled his features before opening the door, ready to see what gorgeous outfit you wore this evening for him.

“Hi, don’t touch me I’m sick,” you shoved past him. Sneezing into a tissue you held in your hand, he watched with startled eyes as you dropped a bag on the floor. Looking around the room confused, you looked awful. Cheeks red, nose colored, lips puffy and swollen, your eyes were tired. Decorated with under eye bags, your hair was a mess. Separated into two twin braids down your scalp, it looked like you slept in them. Creating a halo of frizz.

You coughed into your elbow, “Whys it so dark in here?”

Ren blinked, shutting the door and approaching you slowly. Shocked to see you moving around his kitchen like you owned it, flipping on more lights. Taking a mug from the cabinet, he watched you turn on his keurig.

“Pretty flowers,” you nodded to the vase, “Your girlfriend get them for you?”

“Are you,” he approached slowly, “Are you sick?”

You laughed, well tried. It was a hoarse rasp, something that shredded your once sweet melodic laugh, “No shit sherlock, you should be a detective instead of a doctor.”

He watched you make yourself some tea, handing you a box of bags that you couldn’t reach. Ren was shocked, you didn’t tell him you were sick. He would’ve understood, and how could you be still enchanting when you looked like a drown rat?

You sighed in relief as you inhaled the scent. “Sorry, I’m grumpy. Been fighting this for like a week now, did you get me sick?”

He shook his head quickly, “No-I didn’t.”

“Well, you do work at a hospital,” you mumbled, sipping slowly before waltzing out of the kitchen. Ren followed you slowly, watching you snatch a blanket, the same one you laid on when he fingered you on the couch.

Curling yourself into it before kicking open the door to his bedroom. Setting your mug down on the nightstand, after finding a coaster, and plopping down in his bed.

“So, you wanted me to come over?”

“Yeah.”

You both stared in silence, Ren watched you bite your lip. Suddenly nervous even though you waltzed in like you owned the place. “Look,” you coughed for a moment, “We can have sex, I just can’t do anything. So I can just bend over or whatever, then I can leave after.”

“What?”

“That’s why you called me, right? We haven’t had sex in a week, and you have flowers and wine and all that so, here you go. Be warned, I don’t have matching underwear on tonight.”

Ren watched as you tried to underdress, struggling to present yourself to him. He rushed over to you, pinning you to the mattress, “Hey-stop,” you coughed hard, “Don’t push on my chest, just wait a second and then you can do what you need to.”

“No,” Rens voice was sharp, even startling himself for a moment, “Stop undressing.”

You looked at him confused, your glassy eyes now clouded with insecurity and regret. Ren had to stop you, explain that he didn’t call you over for just sex.

Well, he wanted to have sex, but that wasn’t the main point. Ren watched you recoil, swallowing thickly as your eyes brimmed with tears, “Okay, um. Well I’ll just go, I’ll see ya around.”

You swung off the bed, letting the blanket fall. Ignoring your tea that was steaming on the table, he chased after you. Grasping the back of your hoodie, ignoring the sounds of your sniffling.

“No, stay. Please,” he wrapped an arm around you, keeping you flush with his chest, “I-I just wanted to see you.”

You felt you wiggle, turning to look up at him with wide eyes. Sneezing, very adorably he might add, before speaking, “Really?”

“Yes, I am a doctor, I could take care of you...”

“Oh.”

Wrong thing to say...

“I missed you, or whatever.”

You stayed still.

“And,” he mumbled, “The flowers are for you, I didn’t know you weren’t feeling great. I would’ve gotten some food that wasn’t wine and cheese.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking over at the counter from his arms. Rens heart swelled when you leaned your head against his chest, both of you sighing in relief.

“First thing we are doing,” Ren tugged you back to the bedroom, “Is getting you in a bath while I burn your clothes.”

———

ROMANCE THE DR REN WAY is a disaster.

WHAT ABOUT DEALERS CHOICE, 29 WITH KYLO?!

I LOVE YOU SM💖💖💖💖💖

awful-how dare you pick this.

okay so context-i was at the dog park with mitchell and we met a child, yes a HUMAN CHILD, with the name.

MILDEW.

———

“Her name is what?”

“Mildew.”

You stared over the dinner table, face controted with confusion. You had your hand placed on your chest like a woman who was just offended. Which you were, very offended. “Could you repeat that?”

Kylo chuckled a little, running a hand through his hair, “Mildew, her name is Mildew. It’s not that weird.”

“Kylo,” you breathed through your nose, this was a disaster. All week you had been waiting to meet him, and now on your first date you find out he has a dog named...Mildew. What kind of psychopath does that?

He reached a hand across the table, placing it atop your own. Stroking his large thumb across your knuckles, “It’s not a big deal-she's a good girl.”

“Then why is her name,” you swallowed hard, “Mildew.”

“Because she likes to swim,” he looked at you like it was the most obvious answer. Waving down the waiter with his freehand for the check, giving him his black card with a smile. “Do you want to meet her?”

“I honestly don’t know if I can call a dog Mildew in good conscience.”

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Two days later, you stood at his front step. Hand poised over the door, ready to knock. Probably set Mildew off on a barking spree from your presence. Ugh, you turned green at the thought, why did he name her that?

You tapped a little, immediately hearing a loud howl. She must be a big dog, you never saw a picture of her from his Tinder profile. The only reason he brought her up is because you mentioned you loved dogs, and he lured you in. With his handsome face and muscles and well groomed hair.

‘Of course it’s got a weird name,’ your roommate cackled when you told her the news, ‘His name is literally Kylo-is he like an off-brand Kyle?’

The door opened a crack, revealing a black snout. Smushing against her owner's black-clad leg, you heard him hissing behind the door, “Stoppit you little shit.” She growled more, you took a few steps back as a precaution… he never told you what breed she was…

What if she hated people he brought over?

Oh my god, what if his last girlfriend was eaten by Mildew???

Kylo wrestled her away from the door, pinning her head between his legs as he opened up with a crooked smile. “Hi,” he pulled the door open wider, face faltering when he looked between his legs to his struggling baby, “She’s just excited, I don’t want her to jump on you.”

You gave a nervous smile, finally peering down to see the monster herself…

Oh.

It’s a black lab.

With a long pink tongue lolling out of her square head, trapped between her master's knees. Her mouth popped open, whining to be let free and say hello to the new person, Kylo brought a hand down and patted her head. “Sorry, she's just really big and I never taught her to not jump on people… she might try to hug you.”

You smiled down at her, squatting in the doorway so you were her height. She squirmed at that causing Kylo to grip onto her baby pink collar, “She’s a kisser too.”

“Hi, pretty girl,” you cooed, bringing your hands to scratch behind her big ears. Whoa, she has a big head. “Aren’t you so sweet,” she struggled in his hold, whining louder to be released. “Kylo, it’s okay she can say hi.”

“Okay,” he sighed, looking straight into Mildews eyes, “Be sweet.”

Once he let go of her collar, she lunged for you. Rearing back on her back legs and placing her big paws on your shoulders. A long tongue bathed your face as you squealed from excitement.

“Hi-Hi-Hi!” you spoke through the kisses. Mildew didn’t stop, instead she kept trying to get closer to you. Climbing into your lap almost, causing you to fall flat on your back on Kylos porch.

Through the kissing onslaught, Kylo roared over the excitement, “Milly! Stoppit! You’re being rude,” he tugged back on her collar. But she didn’t budge, just whined to be held by your small hands.

Enough was enough, Kylo scooped the full grown lab in his arms. Angling her face away from his so she couldn’t kiss him, “Are you okay?”

Kylo looked down at you with worried eyes, hoisting Mildew in his arms so he could hold a hand out for you.

You slowly sat up, wiping your face with your sleeve. Letting out a soft chuckle, “I’m okay, she’s okay. I might need to wash my face off though.”

———

KYLO HAS A BABY NAMED MILDEW AND SHE IS HIS PRETTY PRINCESS QND SHE GETS WHATEVEE SHE WANTS.

Mildew is 3, a pure bred Black Lab.

she’s the light of his life.

———

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*number THREE?!*

You chewed your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as you stared at the pregnancy test. Groaning on the floor of the bathroom, there was no way! You were on birth control, and had Ren wear condoms the few times you had period sex.

There was no way this was possible, but you glanced at the floor. Scattered around you was 6 different tests... all fucking positive

The sound of a door slamming pulled your focus, little feet pitterpattering around the kitchen. Followed by Rens deep voice yelling at him to put his shoes away at the door. You debated just going out and saying it, so you both could figure out how to deal with it.

Ren would know-he had to. He knew you were before with Odin and you didn’t! So, it would be an immediate shift he would sense. You rolled onto your feet. Briefly glancing in the mirror.

You looked tired, from throwing up this morning to shopping at a Walgreens across town so no one would recognize you buying pregnancy tests. All the way to now, where you spent the past two hours chugging sugar water so youd pee six times in a row.

You splashed your face with cool water, sliding the tests into a ziploc baggy in case Ren wanted to fight you to take a test again. Youd taken plenty, no chance of a false positive.

“Love?” Rens voice boomed from the living room. You could hear him flipping on the TV, probably wondering what channel Odin wanted to watch before taking a nap. “Where are you? Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” you croaked, cringing a bit at your voice. You padded from your bathroom, throwing on a big black hoodie and sweatpants. Pushing open your bedroom door, met only with your husbands suspicious stare.

“Why are you dressed like a hobo?”

“Nice to see you too, Kylo.”

“Hi, Mommy!” Odin chirped, running from the top of the stairs to come see you. He was still dressed in his school clothes, a few new bruises on his knees. Some grass stains on his shorts, he must’ve had a big day.

“Hi baby,” you smiled at him, crouching down to his level and pulling him into a big hug. Odin was your little snuggler, always wanting to be held by you or Ren.

“I heard you throwing up this morning,” Ren boomed over Odins talk about school, “I brought some soup home for you.”

You whispered a thank you, rocking Odin on your hips. He was so soft and sweet, but getting bigger. In a few months he would be too heavy for you to hold him like this all the time. He was already losing his baby teeth, hair getting longer, growing leaner and taller like his dad was at that age.

You plopped on the couch, keeping Odin to your chest while he calmed down from school. Wrapping a blanket around you both so he would be cocooned.

He didn’t smell like a baby anymore, his skin was losing its baby softness. Cheeks no longer pudgy and small, but growing into his sharper features. The more you thought about it, the harder you clutched him. You didn’t get to see Belle as a baby, only a toddler who wasn’t into being held or coddled by you.

Odin was your baby and now...

“What if we had another kid?” you blurted out.

You watched Rens back tense up, still standing in front of the TV like he was 100. You could count how many breaths he was taking, deep and slow. Exhaling loudly through his nose. You kissed Odins forehead, nuzzling his bangs out of the way, “Kylo?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear me?”

He turned to look at you, squinting, “I don’t think I did.”

You sighed, looking back at Odin who was now asleep in your hold, “What if-what if we had another baby?”

Ren nodded stiffly, “That’s what I thought you said, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Well?”

He said nothing, moving swiftly past you to the kitchen. You listened to him shed his coat, toe off his shoes, open and shut the fridge, a jumble of other things in order to leave the conversation. Drifting off to the sleep to the sounds of him shuffling about, avoiding you at all costs.

———

You were shaken away, well not shaken. More like stirred, Odin was wiggling in your lap to release himself. While a pair of small arms wrapped around your shoulders from the lip of the couch.

“Mom,” Belle whined in your ears, your drowsiness rapidly being replaced by a headache. You let go of your squirming toddler, leaning into your teen.

“What Belle? I was sleeping.”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve been asleep since I got home from school,” she rolled her eyes. Stomping around the couch to sit next to you, “Dad won’t let us order dinner.”

You heard Ren scoff, “You had pizza yesterday, Belle.”

She shot him a glare over her shoulder, “Well, I don’t want soup for dinner.”

“Belle,” you sighed, “It’s because I’m sick okay, your dad was just trying to be nice.”

She still didn’t let up, getting into a twenty minute argument with Ren about food and her eating preferences. All while your baby fever dwindled when you thought of the chance of having another Belle.

“Fine!” Ren shouted, “Order whatever you fucking want, you’re such a drama queen sometimes.”

You waited in your nook for him, which he inevitably showed up. Dressed down in black jobbers and black t-shirt, face flushed in anger. He sat down dramatically, curling into you.

“I’m sorry she woke you,” he mumbled, the back of his head placed against your forehead. Humming as he felt for a temperature, Ren studied you carefully, probably confused as to why you had no fever.

“It’s okay,” you caught his lips in a kiss, Ren didn’t seem to care. Leaning into you, “I missed you, you’ve been holding Odin since I got home. Haven’t gotten any time with you.”

You opened up your blanket, ushering Ren to curl around you. Both of you sighing in relief when he settled, a head on your shoulder, arms around your middle. A suspicious hand placed on your stomach, right where the new baby bump would be.

Ren kissed your neck, “I found your ziploc.”

“My what?”

“Your pee bag, love the name by the way.”

You chuckled, twisting your face so you could kiss his cheek. Ren hummed in return, pulling you closer together.

“A baby, huh?”

“Yup-another baby.”

“We already have a baby,” Ren nodded towards Odin who was sitting on the floor. Coloring in a workbook from school, laying on his belly while he talked to the TV.

“He’s not a baby anymore, Kylo,” you whispered.

“Can’t you hold Belle like a baby? She still likes to nap with you when she’s exhausted.”

You shook your head, “Nope, she’s not a baby either. And neither are you.” Ren looked around the room, biting his bottom lip with worry, “We could get a dog, one of those little french bulldogs you’ve been begging me for since we started dating. Or a ferret, like the one you saw in the store last week?”

“Kylo,” he looked at you longingly, eyes shining with unshed tears, “We’re having another baby.”

“But-.”

“Ah-uh,” you kissed the tip of his nose, “It’ll be fine, we can clear out your upstairs office. They won’t have to share a room with us, you don’t need two offices anyway.”

“They aren’t both offices, the one down here is a workspace and upstairs is my study. Two different things, that are both needed, we can get a dog. Dogs don’t need rooms or diapers, or college funds...”

“Kylo.”

“What?”

He pouted.

“Fine, I’ll start clearing it out next month.”

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please consider this non-canonical (i’m not planning on Dr. Ren and reader actually having another child after Odin, but this was fun to think about) 😂

SOBBING 🥺😭

yes. i will anon. for YOU 😘