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Rey Palpatine has been plagued by chronic insomnia, vivid night terrors, and sleepwalking episodes for the majority of her adult life. After experiencing something that shakes her to her core, she knows she needs to get to the root of her problem. Finally heeding her Doctor’s suggestion, she follows through with an ordered Sleep Study. Taking something to calm her nerves and aid her sleep, she finds herself waking up next to a familiar stranger that calls her his wife. What’s the harm in indulging in the erotic fantasy, she wonders? After all, it’s just a dream...right?

Nyx has Updated-Ch. 9

“What’s going on? What...what are you doing to me,” she whined, bringing her hands to her temples. “Ben?! What...what are you doing?!”

Softening his angular features, Kylo lifted his right hand from her hip. Covering her hand on the side of her head with his own, he pushed out a ragged breath. He hated to see her in pain, but he was powerless to stop it. This was something he had no part in.

“Sweetheart, I’m not doing this,” he began, keeping his tone low and smooth. “This isn’t me...you’re doing this to yourself. I need you to calm down. Please, baby, just breathe. Lie back down and rest. That’s all you need to do.”

Opening her eyes as much as the pain would allow, Rey glared at her husband. Curling her lips into a sneer, her body trembled from a mixture of fear and anger. Like hell she was doing this to herself.

“Bullshit,” she spat, dropping her hands from her temples. “What did you do to me, Ben?”

Keeping his gaze focused on hers, Kylo shook his head. “I didn’t do anything, baby...you’re just starting to get a migraine, that’s all. Now calm down. The medicine should kick in soon...you’ll feel better, soon.”

Visibly shaking, her rage grew as she listened to his feeble lies. Trying to ignore the whooshing sound filling her ears, she focused on calming the whirlwind in her mind. Pushing irrelevant images to the side, she began piecing together just what was actually happening.

“Don’t you lie to me, Ben! Tell me where we are! Tell me what you did to me!” Rey snarled, looking around the room. “Oh...oh my God...this isn’t real! None of this is real! What did you do?! What the fuck did you do, Ben?!”

Ready for some answers? Click HERE to read Chapter Nine

Or start the mindfuck from the beginning with Chapter One

*Thank you to @thesirenbanshee for creating this beautiful moodboard for Nyx!! ❤️❤️❤️

I wrote this drabble years ago on my old blog. I just found it in my Google Docs and decided to release it on my new blog!

Rey frowned at the pregnancy test on her bathroom counter, her eyes following the line of liquid as it moved across the oval window in the center of the white stick. It took a moment before the test line began to develop, bleeding a pink vertical stripe that let her know that it was working. Swallowing hard, she offered a silent prayer before shakily reaching for her phone and setting her timer.

Three minutes.

Three long, torturous minutes.

How many times had Rey done this? At this point, she had lost count. It had been an agonizing ten months. Who knew getting pregnant was so difficult? She definitely didn’t. She figured all it would take is one night of crazy, unprotected sex and bam! Ben would knock her up. Boy was she wrong.

It was almost laughable how scared they had both been about getting pregnant early in their relationship. As if he could just look at her and she would be with child. One thing’s for sure, had she known it would take this long, she and Ben would have had a lot more fun.

Having sex for fun? What an odd concept. There wasn’t room for fun sex when it came to TTCing. In fact, Rey couldn’t recall the last time they had actually made love. It was now strictly business. As soon as her app announced that her fertile window had opened, it was wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Having underwhelming, missionary sex every other day until her OPK turned positive. Then they would have sex doggy-style once a day for the next three days. That was the routine suggested to them by her gynecologist and they followed it religiously. There was no deviation.

Perhaps that was their problem. They weren’t fully enjoying the experience. Every month that passed caused Rey to harbor more and more resentment in her heart. Resentment that Ben’s swimmers weren’t doing their job. Resentment that her body seemed incapable of supporting life. Resentment over the fact that it seemed like everyone was getting pregnant around her. Including Rose and Finn who had an “oopsie” one day and surprise! Pregnant without even trying.

Pregnant without trying. Why couldn’t she be that lucky? Finn and Rose were just dating. She and Ben were married. They were doing things the right way. It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t fair.

Shaking herself from her chaotic thoughts, Rey focused her gaze on her timer. One minute left. A mere sixty seconds separated her from either the happiest moment of her life, or another knife to the heart.

It was amazing how she could experience such high hopes and crushing pessimism within a span of a few heartbeats. Her mind constantly toggled between joy and sorrow, giving her emotional whiplash. She just wanted to finally see those two pink lines. Was that so hard to ask of the Universe?

Pushing out a long sigh, Rey closed her eyes and dreamed about how she was going to tell Ben the good news. Months ago she had ordered a custom onesie from a shop on Etsy with the word “Daddy’s Apprentice” scrolled along the front. She was going to put it in a box alongside her positive pregnancy test and wrap it up in black metallic wrapping paper, taping it up so well that she knew he would have a mini rage attack trying to open it. She could already see the frustration on his handsome face, with his reddened cheeks and barred teeth. It was an image that made her smile. He was kinda hot when he was pissed off.

Of course once he opened it, Rey knew that confusion would be his next emotion. Once his brain started to work, she knew he would be completely flabbergasted. He wanted to be a Daddy so badly, he was bound to be over the moon excited. He would probably pick her up and twirl her around the room, peppering her in hot kisses and telling her how much he loved her. They would laugh and cry together for the rest of the night, consumed in bliss and elation. They might even make love, again. Just like they used to.

It was a beautiful fantasy. One that Rey could have stayed in all morning had it not been for the high pitched buzzer forcing her back into reality.

Swearing under her breath, Rey swiped her fingertip across the screen of her phone to silence her alarm. This was it, the moment of truth. She was fourteen DPO today. If the test was negative, then she was definitely out for this month. Aunt Flo would be showing her ugly face by the end of the day. On the flip side, if it was positive…

Taking in a deep breath, Rey readied herself. She could do this. It was no big deal. She was either pregnant, or not pregnant.

She could do this.

Not giving herself time to chicken out, Rey grabbed the white stick from the counter and held it in front of her frowning face. Pressing her lips together, she honed her attention on the results in the oval window. It took a second for her mind to register the truth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was yet another punch to the gut.

One line.

Thank you for this!! Hmm…let’s see…five things that make me happy…

1. Watching my 6mo old baby learn new things

2. Writing (but it also aggravates me, lol)

3. Trying out new restaurants (farm to table restaurants are my jam right now)

4. Movie dates with my Husband 🥰