Rey nearly sank into Cassian, knowing he was holding her up slightly. She wanted to turn around and hold him, press her face into the crook of his neck and pretend everything was fine. She wanted to so badly pretend things were fine, and she wasn't having some sort of anxiety induced stress caused by a nightmare--or a vision?
His hand pressed against her forehead, checking for a fever. While she felt warm, it wasn't out of the ordinary.
"Hey..." Rey softly replied, trying, and failing to gather her thoughts. Her mouth felt dry, as did her tongue, but the thought of water made her stomach churn.
"I had a nightmare...but it felt much more real than that, and..." fuck, could she come clean and say she thought she was pregnant, or would that give Cassian a heart attack?
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Date: 2020-01-06 03:43 am (UTC)His hand pressed against her forehead, checking for a fever. While she felt warm, it wasn't out of the ordinary.
"Hey..." Rey softly replied, trying, and failing to gather her thoughts. Her mouth felt dry, as did her tongue, but the thought of water made her stomach churn.
"I had a nightmare...but it felt much more real than that, and..." fuck, could she come clean and say she thought she was pregnant, or would that give Cassian a heart attack?
"And I think my stomach just got the best of me."