Authors note: So we have come now to the end of the story :) This chapter takes a peek into the future with a little fluff and a little smut and a little surprise. Rey is 26 years old in this chapter and Ben is 27.

When Ben Solo fell for Rey Kenobi, it had happened hard and fast. Her strong, spunky, sweetness had tripped him, and then he'd kept tripping, tumbling helplessly right over the edge, head over heels, absolutely and irrevocably in love.

Ten years later, he was still falling.

And because his love for Rey knew no bounds, he found himself at his fucking high school reunion, mingling with people he hadn't seen in a decade and hadn't really cared to ever see again.

He and Rey had moved after college. They'd only gone a few towns over but it was far enough to ensure they never ran into anyone they recognized, and the only people from high school that they'd cared to see were the three they still kept in touch with: Poe, Finn and Rose.

But Rey was nothing if not enterprising, so when the head of the reunion planning committee, Sabine Wren, had asked her to come speak about her 'unique' high school experience, Rey had taken the challenge.

She wore a red "A" pinned to her sapphire tea dress, and spoke openly about her bullying. It was something she already did often in her career. She'd gotten a master's degree in social work and human services. She worked in children's welfare and she was passionate about it, particularly when it came to raising awareness about issues children faced at school.

It was the only reason she'd agreed to speak at this reunion at all, and so it was the only reason Ben was here.

They'd been given name tags with their yearbook picture on them above a few lines of information about themselves. Ben's name tag said that he was married to Rey Kenobi (Skywalker-Solo) and that he was a design engineer.

No one paid attention to that, though.

The handful of people who had bothered to make conversation with him had only remarked on how different he looked. As if they'd expected him to always be awkward and gangly.

He'd taken full advantage of Finn owning a gym, and he saw with some degree of satisfaction, that people who'd been terrified of him in high school were even less inclined to speak to him now. Apparently, his scowl was something he hadn't grown out of, and pairing that with his height and his—now very—muscular build, he wasn't exactly approachable.

He preferred it that way.

Rey was friendlier, so most people spoke to her while he quietly listened and sipped his beer. He was on his third or fourth one by now, he'd lost count.

It was a blessing that they'd had open bar, but Ben wouldn't have really expected any less from Sabine. She'd been a drinker since their freshman year of high school, and she didn't show any signs of slowing down even in adulthood. He'd heard the stories from Poe, who's bar she frequented. She had tried to rekindle their relationship on several occasions, until Poe had finally married Finn.

And then Sabine had settled for...Hux, of all people, but the two of them had recently divorced.

As if summoned by Ben's thoughts, Sabine suddenly came rushing towards Rey with her arms out for a hug.

"Rey! How are you? It's been so long!" She held Rey for a little longer than was necessary, and Ben's eyebrows rose when he saw her pick up some of Rey's hair from her shoulder and sniff it. She was clearly already plastered, and she was a very sloppy drunk. "So long," she said again, a bit more wistful this time. Rey managed to pull herself away, but then Sabines eyes fell on Ben and stayed very much attached to his body in a way that was not in the least bit innocent.

"Hey Solo," she reached to hug him but he took a step back and her arms fell on nothing. She was not deterred. "You look good, like man candy. I like it," she gave him a wink. Ben nearly choked on his beer.

"Me and my husband were just going to the dance floor," Rey told her stiffly, sliding her arm through his. "It was nice seeing you again, Sabine." She didn't sound at all convincing, biting off the words through clenched teeth.

It made Ben feel sort of smug. He was always the one getting jealous over Rey. Always. They'd gotten married right out of high school, but her ring hadn't stopped the looks or offers she'd gotten from other guys in college. Or at her job. Or at the fucking grocery store. The laundromat. The time she had a girl's night with Rose and bumped into Mitaka. That one asshole from the Chinese place they'd used to order food from.

Yes, Ben was keeping a list.

So, to see Rey jealous was a rare treat for him and he liked it. He found her possessiveness extremely attractive, although she really had nothing to worry about. Anyone with eyes could see he was gone for her. His old man teased him about it incessantly, almost as often as he asked for grandchildren.

But Rey's eyes were narrowed over her shoulder as she led him away, zeroed in on Sabine with laser focus.

When they reached the dance floor, Ben was relieved to hear a slow song playing, because he had zero delusions as to his lack of skill or interest when it came to any other sort of dancing.

While Peter Gabriel sung about the light and heat in someone's eyes, Ben looked down at Rey, his own eyes shining with amusement and something else...something wicked.

Rey must have felt his gaze, because she looked up at him. "What?" She wondered. There was confusion on her face, but her eyes were still flaming with resentment.

"Is she still looking?" Ben asked, and Rey looked around his shoulder and nodded. Her tense posture relaxed as he turned them in full view of Sabine, took her face in his large hands and then kissed her earnestly. It wasn't chaste, he slid his tongue into her mouth and pulled her closer to him.

"I like it when you're jealous," he murmured in her ear, pressing himself against her. He was already hard and the contact made his cock twitch.

"Mm, I can tell," she replied, and suddenly, Sabine was forgotten. "Want to get out of here?"

Did he ever.

Unfortunately, they couldn't make a mad dash to the door like Ben wanted.

They had promised Rose—who'd landed the photographer gig—that they'd visit the photobooth, and so they (namely Rey) decided to make a quick stop.

As quick as could be expected with an always bubbly and at times very inconveniently chatty Rose.

"Having a good time?" She asked, oblivious and unconcerned with the raging boner he was trying to surmount.

"Not really," Rey answered honestly, "We were just on our way out." He'd still like for them to be on their way out, but Rey unlinked her arm from his and leaned over to look at a table piled with photo props. He forced his eyes away from her ass, but found absolutely nothing that interested him more on that plastic fold up table. It had an overabundance of tacky things, huge sunglasses and feather boas. "How about you?"

"Oh, it's been quite lively over here," Rose replied, and then she spent fifteen solid minutes telling him and Rey about every encounter she'd had so far.

Bazine Netal brought a date over, a very rich one, but she was still as rude as ever.

Jessika Pava had brought no date and no husband, but showed Rose several pictures of her cats that she had stored on her phone.

And Rose, still very single and not ready to settle down, had gotten asked by Ezra Bridger for her phone number.

Ben picks through the photo props, only half listening. His thoughts are on far more important matters somewhere else. Somewhere like their bed, where he can bury his face between Rey's legs and lick her to oblivion. Or maybe they won't make it that far, maybe he'll just take her right in the kitchen, bend her over the table...

But home is so far away. An entire hour drive, and that just seems like torment to his impatient, ridiculously keyed up—and slightly drunk- body.

Rey smiles and hands him a prop. It's a sign that says, "My wife made me come."

The double meaning is not lost on him, particularly when she winks and tells him in a whisper, "Not yet, but I will."

Later, he'll laugh at how utterly ridiculous his stunned face looks in the pictures Rose takes, but right now, he suffers.

"I may be a little drunk," Ben admits on their way to the car. She hadn't kept up with his trips to the open bar, but it seems he'd made generous use of it. "Can you drive?"

She laughs a little, holding out her hand for the keys. "You'd better be glad I'm such a responsible adult, Solo."

He places the keys in her hand with a snort. "You're just a glutton for punishment," he decides, "Who can possibly stay sober around an open bar and a room full of boring assholes?"

"People who want to get home without a DUI," she answers casually, settling in the driver's seat and reaching over to unlock the passenger side door. They are still behind the times in this regard, still driving the mustang. It has no automatic locks or power windows, but it has memories.

The backseat, in particular.

Although, it may be imperative soon to get another vehicle.

A family one.

There is another reason Rey had absolutely no alcohol tonight, after all.

She'd only just found out that morning, when she'd realized she was two weeks late. They'd been trying to get pregnant for six months, so it hadn't come as a complete shock when after waiting the recommended five minutes for a result, it had been positive.

But she'd still been overwhelmed in the very best of ways, flooded with nervous excitement and joy. She'd wanted to tell Ben right then, forget the reunion and go celebrate, but she hadn't wanted to miss her speaking engagement. She was going to tell him after the reunion, but telling him when he was drunk didn't feel like the right time either.

"So, I was thinking," Ben says, slouching in his seat after buckling himself in.

"You were?" Rey teases him, "Did it hurt?"

He gives her an amused smile. Adorable, even with his drunk, glassy eyes. "A little," he replies, "But I soldiered through and reached the inevitable conclusion that we should go to the cliff."

"The cliff," Rey repeats, taking her turn to be amused. "And why would we go there?"

"Because," he says with the air of someone who thinks it should be obvious. "I want to fuck you there, like old times."

She shivers. He knows she loves his filthy mouth, but she keeps teasing him anyway. "That's subtle, Benjamin."

"Is that a yes?"

"Do you think you can manage, tosspot?"

"I'm drunk, not impotent. I can manage just fine."

"We'll see."

"Yes, you will."

"Can't wait."

Ben, who had been leaning his head against the seat with his eyes closed, pops one open in surprise.

"So we're going?"

"Oh, we're going," Rey confirms. "Try not to pass out on the way."

He doesn't pass out, he remains fully and absolutely awake.

How could he not, with the promise of what is to come?

He's had Rey in many different places in a hundred different ways, but sex with her has never lost its thrill. He's still just as excited as if it were the first time.

And outdoor sex? Fuck yeah.

Rey parks and shuts the car off. The cliff hasn't changed at all, and Ben is glad for it. He'd hoped no one else would find it, even though it's part of his honorary Uncle Lando's property and they are technically trespassing. Lando is never home, and Ben is certain he isn't home right now, because it's poker night with his dad and Luke.

Ben hurries to get his seatbelt off, but when Rey makes to climb into the backseat, he stops her.

"No," he says. He's in the mood for something else, feeling a little more risky now that he's full of liquid courage. "I want you on the hood."

She grins at him and kisses his cheek, "Naughty boy."

But she has no objections, which doesn't surprise him. Rey has always been adventurous.

That's his girl.

It starts off innocent enough. she sits on the hood of their car, and Ben stands between her legs and brings his lips to hers. He tastes like beer, but she doesn't mind. His hands are in her hair and hers are on his waist. They kiss like that for a while, distant sounds from the city below reach Rey's ears, a soft breeze blows around them.

It's romantic.

Then Ben lowers his hands to her shoulders and pushes her gently back until she is lying flat against the hood. He leans over her, hands on either side of her head, bends down to her ear and says in his low velvety voice, "I want to make you come so hard they can hear your screams in that fucking city."

She nearly falls apart at just hearing him say it.

"Yes," she breathes, and then his mouth is on her neck and down the valley of her breasts, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake.

He's gotten far better at this since the last time they'd been here as teenagers. He knows where to touch her and how, he knows every corner of her body and yet, somehow, he still manages to look like he's seeing it for the first time when he moves her low-cut dress aside, dipping his fingers into her bra to pull it down too.

He takes a second to admire her before he licks and kisses and gently sucks her nipple into his mouth. It hurts a little, no matter how gentle he's being. It isn't enough to make her ask him to stop, but it's odd.

His hand frees her other breast and he squeezes it. That hurts too, and it takes Rey's lust fogged brain a moment to realize why.

Sore breasts seem to be her first pregnancy symptom.

"Gentle," she hisses, and he mumbles a "Sorry," against her nipple, lavishing kisses on both of her breasts as if in apology, before he moves his mouth lower.

He sucks at a patch of skin over her ribcage, leaving a mark there, continuing his sweet descent until he's on his knees in front of her, pulling her by the hips to the edge of the car.

He puts her legs over his shoulders and runs his hands over her thighs, pushing her dress up. "Fuck," he mutters, "You're so goddamn sexy." Rey shivers as he lowers his mouth to her knee and licks and kisses a path, down the inside of her thigh, to the black lace of her panties.

He places his mouth over the thin—now very damp- material separating him from her sex and mouths at her there, greedily. This particular area of her feels different now as well, but it isn't sore or painful like her breasts had been, everything here feels sensitive in a heightened, better way. She can already feel an orgasm building despite that she's still fully clothed and he's barely touched her yet.

That soon changes. Ben tugs her panties down her hips and eases them over her legs. She doesn't even mind that he just leaves them laying discarded in the dirt, because his mouth is suddenly on her and it's exactly what she needs.

He has always been enthusiastic in this, as if he loves it as much as she does, and he's got a mouth that's positively made for it. He learned very quickly how to use it too, and he makes a point of using it often.

His breath and the gentle flicking of his tongue against her clit, mingled with the thrill of being in the open have her dangling very close to euphoria. He curls a finger inside of her, then adds another. Her breath leaves her in heavy pants, and a chant of "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck."

It's a culmination, her body hums with the high of it, and soon she is coming apart with a wail, her legs shaking weakly. Ben rises up to kiss her, full of her taste. "That was perfect," he whispers, stroking her leg with his hand, "I'm going to make you do that again."

She doesn't doubt him for a single second.

Rey is boneless and quivering on the hood of his car, her high heeled clad feet propped on the bumper, legs spread wide, dress twisted and hiked up over her hips, leaving her bare body exposed from the waist down. Her breasts are out too, and she's utterly gorgeous like this.

He takes a moment to just stare, because she'd surely kill him if he tried to snap a picture, but goddammit, he doesn't want to forget this.

He undoes the buttons on the dress shirt he had to wear to the stupid reunion, and then peels off the t-shirt underneath. Both are dropped haphazardly onto the ground.

He is single minded at the moment, focused with intensity on Rey and only Rey.

He leans over to kiss her again, deep and loving, his drunkenness wearing off into a pleasant buzz, though he surely feels drunk off of her.

They work together to undo his belt and pants, and then he's lifting Rey's trembling legs, positioning them so that the backs of her heels are hooked over his shoulders.

He presses into her, gripping her ass in his hands to keep her propped, the hot, tight feel of her around him making his already blurred vision seem blurrier. He should probably close his eyes, but he can't help wanting to see Rey. He wants to watch her face the next time she comes undone.

He's seen it hundreds of times, it's burned into his memory. He dreams it up when she's busy with work or friends and he's left with just his hand to bring himself relief. He still likes to see it every time though, when it's real and raw and beautiful.

His hips begin a slow thrust, picking up pace when Rey's begin meeting him with a rhythm of her own. Her moans spill into the night air, mixing with his gasps and grunts and the slapping sound of his flesh against hers that makes for an incredibly erotic soundtrack.

He can hear the sounds of the city below them too, and finds it indecently exciting to wonder if anyone can see this, can see them, fucking on the hood of his car.

"Mmm fuck," he groans, getting closer to the edge of release, and he can feel that Rey is there too, her breath becoming more hitched, moans becoming more frantic. It's here where he watches her face intently, how her eyes are wrenched shut, mouth open, head thrown back and then with a shout that is echoed by his own, they both lose themselves in each other.

The last coherent thought he has is that he hopes to god that it works this time, that they'll find out a few months from now that this amazing sex resulted in a pregnancy at long last. But even if it doesn't, he has to put this down as one of their best times. Top 5 at least.

Ben is picking up their clothes from the ground. He shakes the dirt out of her underwear and hands them back to her, wiggling his eyebrows. She laughs and then uses them to hit his shoulder playfully.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head and sits on the bumper of the car, and Rey sits behind him, hooking her chin over his shoulder and putting her arms around him.

They're quiet for a moment, catching their breath and watching the headlights twinkle below. Rey nibbles on his earlobe and feels him shudder.

"So, about that position we just did..." she murmurs, making him chuckle.

"Did you like it?" He asks, as if that weren't already abundantly obvious.

It wasn't the first time they'd done it that way, but it'd been quite a while.

"I did," she answers, kissing his shoulder.

"I read it's supposed to be good for baby making."

He would be researching stuff like that, being the nerd at heart that he is. He'd been giving her all sorts of random information she'd never expected to need to know, like which lube doesn't have spermicide and which prenatal vitamins were best.

It warmed her that he put so much time into it, that he cared so much about the details and not just about fucking like rabbits until it happened.

"It must have worked really well then," Rey tells him, her face breaking out into a smile, "I'm already pregnant."

He looks at her as if he thinks she might be kidding him, but then realization dawns and his face breaks out into a slow, disbelieving grin. "Really?"

"Yeah," she tells him, feeling herself grinning right back at him. "I found out this morning, I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

"Holy shit." He's on his feet now, staring at her in open wonder and amazement. She stands too and he wraps her in a tight—but not too tight—hug.

She can feel him trembling with excitement and the aftermath of his climax while she's in his arms, can see the wet happy tears on his face. She's pretty sure she has them on her face too. He plants kisses on the top of her head and tells her, awe-struck, "We're going to be parents, sweetheart. We're going to have a family."

A family. The word settles over Rey like a warm blanket.

She'd belonged to his family, and now they were starting one of their own. It felt completing, wonderful, exhilarating and admittedly scary, but it was everything she ever wanted. And she couldn't imagine having it with anyone else but Ben.

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