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yo I got this. thank you to the anon who suggested The Force

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Something about this time was different.

As Poe leans back and looks at his semen dripping out of BB-8's port, he can't get the thought out of his head. It just felt somehow more intense, like he was somehow fucking BB-8 deeper than before, that BB-8 was warmer inside.

--Did you feel that? BB-8 burbles.

"I did. That was fucking weird. Guess it's just adrenaline. It's been a long week."

--Agreed.

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In her bed, Rey dreams happy dreams for once. The images aren't clear, but she dreams of shared love, comfort, joy, family. She feels the power of the Force radiate out from her and reach her friends, touching them, blessing them. When she awakens she feels calm, and oddly...satisfied, as though she's accomplished something.

It must be another one of those odd Force things. She shrugs off the feeling and goes to wash her face.

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He hasn't thought about it after that, even though he and BB-8 have had their customary pre-mission fuck session a few more times, but then Poe notices something weird when he's flying back to base from a field mission to retrieve supplies from a planet that supports the Resistance.

"BB-8, can you run the stats on the cargo again?" he asks. "We're losing fuel faster than we should be. Did someone give me bad numbers for the cargo weight or something?"

--Hmmmmm, BB-8 chirps. --Cargo seems fine to me, but you're right, our weight is off. I'll run an inspection when we're back on base.

In the hangar, BB-8 hops off the side of the ship and beeps with surprise. --Poe, the weight went back to normal.

"Get back up here," Poe says, laughing with surprise. "This is unreal." BB-8 extends a couple of cords and bungees back up onto the ship.

The scale ticks back above the red line.

"So it's you that gained a few pounds?" Poe says, still unable to stop laughing. He climbs out and picks up BB-8. And then he stops laughing. "Wait, you actually feel...rounder. It's weird. There's like…" he traces his hand around BB-8's middle. "A little bulge right here."

--That doesn't make any sense, BB-8 says, sounding worried.

"I'll go with you to the mechanic. We'll make sure everything's on the up-and-up." Poe pats BB-8 on the head. "You'll be okay, I promise."

--

The mechanic has the most puzzled look on her face when she's done examining BB-8.

"Poe, BB-8, I'm...not sure how to tell you this," she says. He feels his hands grow cold.

"Is it that bad?"

"Well, actually, it...I'll just get out with it. I've run these checks four times and there's only one explanation. Poe, you're going to be a dad."

--

Poe is determined to do the best damn job of this he can. You have to cling to family in these hard times, he reasons, when there's nothing else to hope for. Finn and Rey help him out, knitting cozies for the little droid that's on the way and helping him set up a nursery in the quarters he and BB-8 share. He's still absolutely terrified, but it's also completely exhilarating. It's just like the thrill of a first liftoff in a new starfighter. The start of a journey. All that cliche stuff--it's true. And just like when he climbs into his cockpit, he and BB-8 are in this together.

On the big day, BB-8 is rounder than Poe could imagine. Poe rubs BB-8's exterior case to help relieve the labor pains as BB-8's largest port dilates. The base's doctor is on hand to make sure the process goes smoothly, but there's nothing to worry about, as with one push (and a high-pitched shriek) from BB-8, the tiny round droid pops clean out, with a head full of black curls.

Poe holds the baby-8 and looks down into its optical sensor, feeling completely serene.

"Well, BB-8," he says, "It looks like we're a family at last."

OMG it's everything I wanted it to be *_* Thank you so much!

Oh my god baby-8!!! Because what could be more adorable than BB-8 other than a teenier version with Poe's hair!?! You are a gift

knitting cozies for the little droid that's on the way

the tiny round droid pops clean out, with a head full of black curls

baby-8

Oh my GOD. This is hilarious and amazing, anon. :D

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