Imagine if Hux has trouble losing the baby weight after giving birth and feels self-conscious and Kylo has to reassure him
“Hush, darling, I’ve got you,” Hux whispers to his 6 month old daughter, rocking her softly in his arms as her cries quieten down, her flailing and kicking gently stopping, obviously nestling into the warmth of her father’s chest. He pops her yellow pacifier into her mouth and she sucks contently.
Hux keeps rocking her and soothing her until he’s sure that little Elora is asleep, her breathing becoming heavier through her button nose. With a gentle kiss on her head and a few of her red hairs ticking his nose for a moment, Hux lowers her down into her crib, covering her up with the tiny yellow fleece blanket, and leans on the side of the crib, feeling completely in love with the little bundle. He finds it difficult to believe sometimes, that he and Kylo could create something so small.
He smiles, and stands up, moving her Loth Cat plush out of her way so she can sleep freely, placing it at the top of the crib as though it’s watching over her. The old teddy is a little worn in places, cuddled too much, but it’d been one of the first gifts that Kylo had given their newborn, giving Hux a glare when he’d tried to ask where Kylo had gotten such an old thing from. But after seeing the way Kylo picks the plush up when Elora is crying and holds it to her, Hux has a feeling that little Ben may have found comfort in the same toy.
Striding away from the crib with tentative steps, Hux catches his reflection in the full-length mirror as he moves, and his heart drops. For lack of a better word, Hux thinks, he looks like a slob; grey sweatpants and a baggy green jumper, his hair unkept and, worst of all, his belly still fat.
He creeps out of Elora’s bedroom and into his and Kylo’s own, going to their mirror, and lifting his jumper up. Shifting his baby weight definitely hasn’t been his priority, neglecting visiting the various gym facilities that the Finalizer offers, leaving his body to fall even further out of shape. He runs his hands over the curve of his belly, remembering how much he loved feeling his baby move underneath his skin, knowing that his distended belly meant that she was healthy. Now? It only shows his carelessness.
Hux turns to the side, noting a distinct curve to his ass too. Looking over his shoulder, he pokes his ass cheeks, feeling them jiggle for a second longer than he’d like, and sighs. This isn’t attractive. How is he supposed to maintain his relationship with Kylo when he looks like this–
“You look beautiful.”
Hux turns and gasps, pulling his jumper back over his stomach when he sees Kylo approaching him, pulling his gloves off and dropping them to the floor.
“Don’t flatter me, Ren,” Hux huffs, brushing his stray hair back from his forehead. “I’m horrendously out of shape. Overweight. Unattractive. I’m sorry.”
Kylo makes a low whimpering sound as he stands behind Hux, slipping his bare hands around Hux’s thickening middle and underneath his sweater, both of them melting at the feeling of warm skin-on-skin contact.
“This,” Kylo says, breathing on Hux’s neck. “This is where you kept our daughter safe, gave her life, sacrificed your own body to her for 9 months so she could grow. This is nothing but beautiful, Hux. Can’t you see that?”
Hux feels warmed by Kylo’s words but he shakes his head once his eyes return to his reflection.
“You’ve always said you liked how slim I was, how you could almost fit your fingers around my waist,” Hux says, eyes locked on his own belly. “This isn’t what you fell in love with, Ren. I’ve taken that from you.”
“Armitage,” Kylo breathes, taking his hands off Hux’s belly for a moment to spin him around until their chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose. “You could gain another 200 pounds and I wouldn’t care. You’d still be you. My General, my sun and moon, my baby’s father. I love you. I love you.“
Hux bites his lip in an attempt to stop his tears but it’s futile. They’re falling by the time Kylo sweeps him up into a bridal-style carry and kisses him, Hux’s arms finding their way around Kylo’s neck, both for safety and the instinctive need to be as close to him as possible.
But sudden and loud cries from their daughter disrupts their moment, and Hux can’t help but chuckle to himself when Kylo sets him down.
“Funny,” Hux says, kissing Kylo on the cheek before turning to attend Elora. “Her cries for attention are just as loud as yours.”