Disclaimer: this is legit my first time writing anything ever , there's lots of italics & there isn't much dialogue, I hope that's okay. if anyone even sees this, idk? please be gentle. --------
It's dead quiet when Finn steps out of the 'fresher and goes to join Poe in bed. BB-8 is silent, slipping into standby mode as soon as she confirmed Finn was in for the night and the current base's natural soundproofing is ever present. The base on Meris VI was built deep below the surface, the Resistance having learned what not to do on a planet like it from everything that went wrong with Echo Base. It was so deep that the usual background noise from living on military grounds was either far above the barracks or muffled by walls of ice and rock.
Finn is glad for it, because he doesn't want anything to disturb the delicate vision before him. Poe is deeply asleep, the stress of fighting a war while pregnant putting him down faster and deeper than usual. He's got one hand underneath his head, tucked under those loose dark curls, and another at the base of his large belly, unconsciously keeping his family safe. Finn is no different. No matter how they go to sleep, they often wake with Finn at Poe's back, both arms wrapped protectively around his most important people. He slides into this position now, curling around his husband's smaller frame and gently resting his hand on the taut, protruding skin. That's the other beautiful thing about the silence. It makes it easy for him to enjoy his son and daughter moving around. He can feel them, for sure. But when it's silent like this he likes to believe he can hear all their little movements and kicks too.
He can't wait to meet them; sometimes he can't believe that this is really happening. For a man that had nothing not that long ago, it's overwhelming for him to have his own little family. The Damerons. He'd officially become Finn Dameron three standard months before, when they were working on names for the babies and realized Finn would be the only one of them not named Dameron. He'd been silently thinking of himself as such for the past 2 years anyway, before they'd even left D'Qar. He was happy to just get his information updated with the biodata registrar, but Poe wanted to 'do this the right way'. The right way was General Organa officiating their joining ceremony in one of Meris VI's temples with Rey and Jess as witnesses. BB-8, not to be left out, insisted on using her lighter to light the ceremonial candles that were supposed to signify their love. Finn privately thought no candle could capture the depth and breadth of what he felt for the galaxy's best pilot, and he was secure in knowing Poe felt the same about him.
It was a beautiful night in the middle of a lull, where their small group, joined by Chewie, Snap, Iolo and Kare, could sit in the mess hall and enjoy some festivities without feeling too guilty or tense about it. General Organa even had more than one drink with them and Poe didn't smack Jess when she made jokes about them doing things backwards. Luke had come by for a bit, hovered and mumbled something that could have been congratulations or some kind of warning before departing with R2D2. He'd been back with them a while and still seemed to have difficulty remembering how to interact with people. Rey assured them he was full of well wishes, but Leia only rolled her eyes and told Rey to stop coddling him and translating. He was a grown man who could use his words. C3PO came by as well, really in search of the General, but noted that he was glad they were completing their task list on schedule. That was very important you know, especially with finicky things like babies. They didn't care about your timetables. Oh Maker, the stories he'd heard.
C3PO had jumped the gun a bit then, but it was going to be any day now. At their last check-up, Doc Kalonia said that one way or another, she'd be delivering the babies before the end of the standard month. “You're ready and they're ready, Commander, but your children appear to be in no hurry show their faces. Already inherited your tendency to hide from my infirmary, I see”. Finn valiantly pointed out that Poe had visited him almost every day in the infirmary while he was recovering from Kylo Ren's attack, but the Major remained unmoved.
It hadn't always been a smooth journey. Never mind the very beginning, the twins still unknown, when Poe collapsed in the middle of an intelligence briefing. Unaware that he was now providing for three, he'd been running himself extra hard to get the Resistance the advantage over a couple new First Order outposts that had cropped up in recon. Finn knew in that moment just how much he loved the other man, because even fear for his own life, the fear that sent him running from the First Order, never felt as powerful as the terror that gripped him when his lover's eyes rolled back that day. That was the day Finn learned he would become a father. First there was the shock, since Poe didn't even know he could carry. Male carriers and female donors weren't unheard of, even on the base, what with how many variations of Human there were in the galaxy. But usually this was something families knew about themselves. Unfortunately, this particular gene had passed down through Poe's mother's family. His father knew very little of them, her home planet no longer existed, and she'd left him for the stars before he was at an age where it might be relevant. Finn was sure he'd walked around open mouthed for days, unable to wrap his mind around children. Him? How? He was still coming to terms with being his own person, sometimes. But when Poe came to him, quietly in the night, to talk about 'other options', how he didn't expect anything, if he didn't want it that was okay, Finn was free to leave, and other reassurances in that vein, it didn't matter what he was to himself. He was sure about one thing and that was going to be his role of Father. Poe had looked at him when he said that, a small, hesitant smile on his face reminiscent of when they agreed to take that TIE fighter but somehow a thousand times better. That smile was worth anything that this decision would bring. There was the constant nausea and the aches and the pains and the moods, so out of place on a man who was usually ready to go, always with a smile. Toughest of all was when Poe reached the point in his pregnancy when he could no longer fly. The other pilots knew how ornery he could be when grounded, but that had never been for longer than a couple weeks before. Even then, he'd sneak in a training run here and there. Months? Force, there were moments Finn had to remind himself hug. don't strangle. If he had to hear about how Shara Bey flew while pregnant one more time...
But then also came the first kick, the growing excitement around the base, the betting pools about names and genders and due dates and all these things that Finn couldn't imagine he'd ever experience. “I'm just saying, Commander. As your second in command -fine, third in command. You're welcome, Snap- it's only right that I get some advance notice. What kind of friend doesn't help their friend win credits based on a few little details like when my niece and nephew are supposed to arrive?” “Goodbye, Testor. Don't you have drills to run? Several of them?”
It was hard to ignore that the twins' impending birth had lifted spirits around the base. New life was always a blessing, especially in these times when loss happened daily. New life from two of the Resistance's most beloved members? That had everyone buzzing. Finn was beyond grateful for all the support they were getting, but he was at the point where he didn't care about anyone else. He just wanted to see his children delivered safe and sound and soon, his husband on the other side of the almost year long journey. He was thankful they'd had a relatively safe experience and was sure it would continue through until he was holding them.
[Mini Fill] Re: Finn/Poe, mpreg [1/?]
--------
It's dead quiet when Finn steps out of the 'fresher and goes to join Poe in bed. BB-8 is silent, slipping into standby mode as soon as she confirmed Finn was in for the night and the current base's natural soundproofing is ever present. The base on Meris VI was built deep below the surface, the Resistance having learned what not to do on a planet like it from everything that went wrong with Echo Base. It was so deep that the usual background noise from living on military grounds was either far above the barracks or muffled by walls of ice and rock.
Finn is glad for it, because he doesn't want anything to disturb the delicate vision before him. Poe is deeply asleep, the stress of fighting a war while pregnant putting him down faster and deeper than usual. He's got one hand underneath his head, tucked under those loose dark curls, and another at the base of his large belly, unconsciously keeping his family safe. Finn is no different. No matter how they go to sleep, they often wake with Finn at Poe's back, both arms wrapped protectively around his most important people. He slides into this position now, curling around his husband's smaller frame and gently resting his hand on the taut, protruding skin. That's the other beautiful thing about the silence. It makes it easy for him to enjoy his son and daughter moving around. He can feel them, for sure. But when it's silent like this he likes to believe he can hear all their little movements and kicks too.
He can't wait to meet them; sometimes he can't believe that this is really happening. For a man that had nothing not that long ago, it's overwhelming for him to have his own little family. The Damerons. He'd officially become Finn Dameron three standard months before, when they were working on names for the babies and realized Finn would be the only one of them not named Dameron. He'd been silently thinking of himself as such for the past 2 years anyway, before they'd even left D'Qar. He was happy to just get his information updated with the biodata registrar, but Poe wanted to 'do this the right way'. The right way was General Organa officiating their joining ceremony in one of Meris VI's temples with Rey and Jess as witnesses. BB-8, not to be left out, insisted on using her lighter to light the ceremonial candles that were supposed to signify their love. Finn privately thought no candle could capture the depth and breadth of what he felt for the galaxy's best pilot, and he was secure in knowing Poe felt the same about him.
It was a beautiful night in the middle of a lull, where their small group, joined by Chewie, Snap, Iolo and Kare, could sit in the mess hall and enjoy some festivities without feeling too guilty or tense about it. General Organa even had more than one drink with them and Poe didn't smack Jess when she made jokes about them doing things backwards. Luke had come by for a bit, hovered and mumbled something that could have been congratulations or some kind of warning before departing with R2D2. He'd been back with them a while and still seemed to have difficulty remembering how to interact with people. Rey assured them he was full of well wishes, but Leia only rolled her eyes and told Rey to stop coddling him and translating. He was a grown man who could use his words. C3PO came by as well, really in search of the General, but noted that he was glad they were completing their task list on schedule. That was very important you know, especially with finicky things like babies. They didn't care about your timetables. Oh Maker, the stories he'd heard.
C3PO had jumped the gun a bit then, but it was going to be any day now. At their last check-up, Doc Kalonia said that one way or another, she'd be delivering the babies before the end of the standard month.
“You're ready and they're ready, Commander, but your children appear to be in no hurry show their faces. Already inherited your tendency to hide from my infirmary, I see”. Finn valiantly pointed out that Poe had visited him almost every day in the infirmary while he was recovering from Kylo Ren's attack, but the Major remained unmoved.
It hadn't always been a smooth journey. Never mind the very beginning, the twins still unknown, when Poe collapsed in the middle of an intelligence briefing. Unaware that he was now providing for three, he'd been running himself extra hard to get the Resistance the advantage over a couple new First Order outposts that had cropped up in recon. Finn knew in that moment just how much he loved the other man, because even fear for his own life, the fear that sent him running from the First Order, never felt as powerful as the terror that gripped him when his lover's eyes rolled back that day. That was the day Finn learned he would become a father.
First there was the shock, since Poe didn't even know he could carry. Male carriers and female donors weren't unheard of, even on the base, what with how many variations of Human there were in the galaxy. But usually this was something families knew about themselves. Unfortunately, this particular gene had passed down through Poe's mother's family. His father knew very little of them, her home planet no longer existed, and she'd left him for the stars before he was at an age where it might be relevant. Finn was sure he'd walked around open mouthed for days, unable to wrap his mind around children. Him? How? He was still coming to terms with being his own person, sometimes. But when Poe came to him, quietly in the night, to talk about 'other options', how he didn't expect anything, if he didn't want it that was okay, Finn was free to leave, and other reassurances in that vein, it didn't matter what he was to himself. He was sure about one thing and that was going to be his role of Father. Poe had looked at him when he said that, a small, hesitant smile on his face reminiscent of when they agreed to take that TIE fighter but somehow a thousand times better. That smile was worth anything that this decision would bring.
There was the constant nausea and the aches and the pains and the moods, so out of place on a man who was usually ready to go, always with a smile. Toughest of all was when Poe reached the point in his pregnancy when he could no longer fly. The other pilots knew how ornery he could be when grounded, but that had never been for longer than a couple weeks before. Even then, he'd sneak in a training run here and there. Months? Force, there were moments Finn had to remind himself hug. don't strangle. If he had to hear about how Shara Bey flew while pregnant one more time...
But then also came the first kick, the growing excitement around the base, the betting pools about names and genders and due dates and all these things that Finn couldn't imagine he'd ever experience.
“I'm just saying, Commander. As your second in command -fine, third in command. You're welcome, Snap- it's only right that I get some advance notice. What kind of friend doesn't help their friend win credits based on a few little details like when my niece and nephew are supposed to arrive?” “Goodbye, Testor. Don't you have drills to run? Several of them?”
It was hard to ignore that the twins' impending birth had lifted spirits around the base. New life was always a blessing, especially in these times when loss happened daily. New life from two of the Resistance's most beloved members? That had everyone buzzing.
Finn was beyond grateful for all the support they were getting, but he was at the point where he didn't care about anyone else. He just wanted to see his children delivered safe and sound and soon, his husband on the other side of the almost year long journey. He was thankful they'd had a relatively safe experience and was sure it would continue through until he was holding them.
He should have known better.