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(hope you like, OP! it's kinda all over the place but your prompt was too good to ignore!)

Positive.

Well then, Hux thinks to himself. That was easier than he expected. An officer he'd spoken to had said that it had taken him six attempts to conceive. Hux had been steeling himself for a blue minus sign to flash up on his datapad. After all, he is thirty-two now, hardly a fertile eighteen year old like most of the Order who choose to get this out of the way early.

He feels proud. He's doing this for the good of the Order, to bolster their ranks and build a strong, unyielding race. He brings his hand to his stomach and lets it rest there for a while. He'll raise this child to be great.

Hux takes a breath he didn't realise he was holding, and smiles.

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He tries to do up his trousers for the fourth time, but to no avail. He's starting to show a little now, a tiny bump that's noticeable when his clothes are removed and that’s making fitting into said clothes a struggle. He's going to have to order a new uniform soon – and a few more, after that. For now though, he resorts to leaving the top two buttons of his trousers undone, and tugging on his shirt. He turns to look at himself in the mirror. Dressed in his starched uniform, it's hard to see that he's pregnant, the fabric sitting stiffly over the evidence of that, rather than clinging. For now, anyway.

When he makes his way to the bridge, he passes Kylo Ren. He's absent mindedly rubbing his stomach as they almost brush shoulders in the corridor, and he can feel Ren gazing at the motion of his hand from behind that mask. A moment passes, and then Ren looks forwards once more.

“General,” he says, voice flat.

Hux can feel him staring again as he walks away.

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“Congratulations, General,” says the Supreme Leader. “I thought you'd never get around to it.”

He is showing properly now, his stomach curving outwards in a way that his clothes just can't hide any more. He'd ordered a new uniform two weeks ago, and that is already becoming snug. He doesn't feel embarrassed though – he finds his changing body to be fascinating, and something to be proud of.

“Thank you, Supreme Leader.”

Beside him, Kylo Ren tilts his head in acknowledgement.

The next day, a med-droid presses its palm to his stomach, and an image of his child is projected in front of him. Hux doesn't pretend to be an expert, but from what he can see, it looks as it should.

“General, would you like to know the gender?”

Hux nods.

“In four months, you'll be welcoming a daughter. Congratulations.”

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The obvious aside, nothing much changes. Hux still takes as many shifts as he did before he found out he was expecting. He still commands his troops as he did before – but now, he can sympathise with the ones who look a little green around the gills in the morning. He looks out across the stars, and feels a series of little movements deep inside him.

He feels powerful, to be doing such a thing as this.

+

Kylo Ren comes to visit him one evening, when Hux is propped up by ten pillows and checking through the messages on his datapad. Hux allows him to enter, but doesn't attempt to get out of bed. His back is aching, and his daughter is restless. It's been a struggle to get comfortable, and he's not going to sacrifice that for Kylo.

“General,” says Kylo from the doorway. He's unmasked, and there's no hiding the way his gaze flits down to Hux's belly. He feels a kick, and wonders idly if that's his daughter's way of expressing her thoughts of the man standing a few feet away. He hums, more out of irritation than anything, but the look on Kylo's face is one of alarm.

“Relax, Kylo. She's just kicking, that's all.” He shifts, and Kylo comes to sit at the edge of the bed. Before Hux can really consider what he's doing, he brings Kylo's hand to his stomach, and waits for an answering nudge from within. It comes before long. Kylo's eye's widen, and Hux laughs.

“How does it feel?” Kylo asks.

“Odd. Reassuring though.”

“You're a stronger man than me.”

Yes, Hux thinks.

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A Resistance captive looks him up and down, focusing on the swell of his stomach. He laughs, and Hux wants to break his neck.

“Shouldn't you be resting up?”

Hux considers his next course of action for a moment, and then staggers forward, clutching at his stomach. The prisoner looks at him in horror, and Hux knows that he would help him if he asked. Se he leans against the chair the man is chained to, panting through a pain that doesn't exist, and takes advantage of his prisoner's empathy. With one quick punch, he knocks out a tooth, and with another movement, jerks a finger back until it snaps. He straightens as the prisoner howls, and brings his hands together.

“Don't feel sorry for me,” he says. “I'm not due for another two months. So I'll stay here and listen to you cry for as long as I like.”

Behind him, Kylo laughs. Hux turns around, and smiles.

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He presses two hands to the small of his back, and wills the ache to disappear. It's relentless though, and Hux can only pace and then sit, and then repeat. Nothing seems to make it go away – but he'll be dammed if he has to cut a single of his shifts short. His leave starts in two weeks. He can hold out a little longer.

He feels a pressure then, a sure touch where his back is aching the most. Invisible fingers massage his sore muscles sorely, and Hux could almost sigh with relief. He looks over to where Kylo is standing by the observation deck, and tries to give him a look that signals gratitude.

Later that night, Kylo lays him down on his bed for the first time in years, and kisses him all over. He tells Hux that he is beautiful like this, carrying a child – and Hux knows, he knows how much Kylo desires him, respects him, admires him.

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Labour is awful, but that was to be expected. He's had an epidural, but it's been eased so that he can feel each contraction and push. He feels each one more keenly than the last, and grits his teeth and makes entirely undignified noises. A med-droid tells him that he's doing well in its soothing monotone, and Hux wants to throw it out of the nearest airlock.

Finally though, with one last push and an almighty yell, his daughter emerges. He hears her before he sees her, her desperate wailing filling the room.

When she is placed into his arms, Hux can feel himself beaming. She is tiny, with a shock of bright red hair and a nose that's wrinkled up like Hux's does when he's displeased.

Kylo is admitted into the room a little while later, and Hux lets him hold her. He rocks her gently, and Hux wonders if this is a sight he could get used to.

“What are you going to call her?” Kylo asks.

“I don't know,” Hux replies. “Something grand. Something strong.”

“Yes,” Kylo says, looking down at the baby. “Just like her father.”

OP here, this was so lovely. I love that Hux isn't the slightest bit embarrassed or self-conscious because "fuck you, that's why", lol. Also the fact that he went through labor so well, like some kind of pro. I'm sure he never waddled toward the end either. General Hux: power vessel. XD

Thank you, thank you, thank you so very much.

I LOVE THIS. I think this is the first Hux mpreg fic I've read where he's not embarrassed or ashamed- I love how proud he was to be having this baby. Your writing is beautiful!

This was wonderful!

Especially great as this the first Hux, and one of the only period, mpreg where they are not embarrassed.
Who was the other father? Random donation?
Hux got together with Kylo right?
Will there be a kylux child in the future? *cough* sequel? *cough*

Loved it!

i can promise you that Kylo and Hux go on to have many ginger babies :)

Oh, I came back today to do a fill for this, but I see it's been done! I'm glad, this was such a great prompt I wish I'd written for it sooner. Love the fill.

thank you - but please do a fill for it if you had an idea! there can never be too many for a prompt this good :)

OP here, yes, by all means, if you had intent to write something, we'd love to read it. *waves pompoms*

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