Wolffe Pup
Commander Wolffe x fem!reader
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Summary: You introduce a very timid Wolffe to your adopted daughter and it's love at first sight.
a/n: I've decided to make my annual reappearance with no explanation as to where I've been and a 5k Wolffe x fem!reader story to melt your hearts. Enjoy ;)
Your fingers fidget anxiously with each other. The platform is busy. Of course, itâs always hectic the first few hours after a campaign, but maybe everything seems busier today with all the thoughts racing through your head.Â
Today was the day Wolffe was going to meet your babygirl. Your sweet, little Aurora.
The thought brings tears to your eyes. She's everything to you, that bubbly little thing. The biggest cheeks, toothless smile, and deep brown eyes that somehow remind you of Wolffeâs.Â
He wasnât even a part of your life when you went through the adoption process. Or even when youâd finally taken her home. You and Wolffe met a few months into your journey through single motherhood. You were young, yes, but stable enough in your job, and always yearned to care for a little baby and give her all the love someone else couldnât. Â
Wolffe never pushed for you to share your daughterâs life with him, and you made sure to give yourself the time to get acquainted with her first. To build the bond and love between you two, even though you felt it from the first time you held her. And Wolffe was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him to Aurora. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and it just warmed your heart how calm and attentive he was, with a little smile on his face, when you showed him pictures of her little growing body and shared with him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.Â
So here you waited, nervously. Biting your nails now. Youâve tucked yourself into your corner, the âsafe placeâ Wolffe designated as yours long ago, saying it was too chaotic in this place for you to ever be wandering around searching for him and vice versa. Though you have a sneaking suspicion his orders have something to do with the time he found you surrounded by a bunch of his flirting troopers- shinyâs, obviously- far away from your agreed waiting point that time. Thatâs not a mistake any knowing trooper would make with the Commanderâs girl. And unfortunately for them, Wolffe didnât seem to care that Boost had definitely put them up to it, snickering at the shinyâs petrified faces as their Commander marched in their direction and fortified himself in front of you.Â
You really did try not to laugh. But they did look like theyâd just found out they were committing treason or something. It would have been extremely funny if you didnât catch sight of that frightening scowl on Wolffeâs face as he turned away from them, before softening it to a look of concern.Â
âIf they bothered you, Iâll assign them to hard labor in the cargo bay for 10 months, not 5. Just say the word.âÂ
âThey werenât bothering me, Wolffe.â You smiled, encouraging the frown to disappear from his stern face.Â
He let out a huff, âWell that makes one of us.â
Your cheeks tug upwards just thinking about him, about how irritated heâd been with the menâ pretty furious actually. Shouting out retributions and threatening to sanction them all to Fox for prison guard duty. Heâs truly not that harsh though. You were held tight under his arm, wide-eyed and shocked by his reaction as he shouted, to the point where you had to intervene and tell him it was just harmless fun. His gloved fingers were firm around your arm, unhappy eyes softening as he looked at you regrettably before finally yelling at his troopers to get lost and whispering something to you about encouraging them too much.Â
The memory makes you giggle, and warms your cheeks as you remember to relax and just wait for your Commander to come by for you. Butterflies in your stomach and a shy smile on your face, itâs hard to contain your giddiness, youâre just so excited to see him⊠Itâs a special day.Â
You finally spot a distinctly marked helmet emerging from the crowd. Not quite the trooper you were hoping for, but youâre pleased nonetheless. Where thereâs a Boost, thereâs usually a Wolffe.Â
You smile brightly at the trooper as he approaches, thankful to see that heâs made it home safely. You know how much these boys mean to their Commander.Â
He raises his hand up in an awkward wave, looking a little stiff as he walks over to you and pulls off his helmet. You would be concerned about his behavior if it weren't for the smile that he tossed your way, albeit laced with discomfort.
You raise your eyebrows at him in a âwhat did you do nowâ manner, assuming Wolffeâs tardiness is because of him.Â
âUh, hey vod'ika.â He says, coming to a stop in front of you.Â
âHi Boost, successful mission?â You ask, smiling politely.
âYeah, um, lookâŠI need to apologize for⊠something,â He says, his hand raising to nervously scratch at the back of his neck.Â
You frown a bit, confused but ready to let him say his piece, âOkay?â
âItâs uh, about Wolffe.â
He hesitates, eyes darting up and down like heâs having a hard time maintaining eye contact with you. You give him an encouraging nod, attempting a small smile again despite the pit in your stomach growing bigger, âOkay?â
âItâs just that, uh,â He clears his throat, adjusting the hold on his helmet. âWell w-we knew the Commander was, uh,â Another grunt to clear the windpipe, âJust, uh, that he was going to be meeting your-uhâŠyour daughter,â This time he coughs, seeming to struggle with the admission, âUh, you know, whenever it was that we got back, that is..â
The smile was wiped clean off your face halfway through that sentence.
âOkay.â
You can see the panic flashing in his eyes, noting your less than pleased reaction already, but wanting to quickly explain the situation, âAnd..um⊠well we may have given him,â Another cough, âA little bit too hard of a time about meeting her.â
Insult and defensiveness immediately boils your blood, your frown quickly morphing into a scowl, âWhat about meeting my daughter?â
His eyes widen immediately, âOh! No no - osik - no, itâs nothing like that, it's just- ah,â He sighs, covering his face with both hands and grumbling curses in Mando'a. âLook Iâm so sorry itâs just⊠he was all excited and-â
â-I know he was excited, is he not anymore?â You ask, anxiety and worry making you sound more angry than shaken - which you definitely feel. Â
Boosts face morphs further into panic at your distressed reaction, quickly raising his hands in a harmless motion, âNo! He's been so looking forward to it! Beaming with pride, maâam..â He rushes, sounding desperate. âBut we⊠the pack I mean, uhâŠwe may have sort of insinuated that⊠well thatâŠâ
âThat what?â You ask, sounding more hurt now.Â
He winces, his voice sounding small as he mutters, shamefully, â..that your baby would burst into tears at the sight of his face.âÂ
Your mouth hits the floor, utterly mortified, âYou what!âÂ
âWeâre so sorry, vodâika.â A second remorseful voice speaks behind you. You whip around to see Comet, approaching you slowly and looking like a kicked puppy.
âC-Comet! Boost! You know how insecure he is about his scar!â You snap, your own nerves getting the better of you. âWhat in the galaxy did you say?âÂ
âIt was harmless teasing at first! Honest!â Boost defends, jumping back in. âJust stupid stuff about wearing a baby harness over his armor and being a dad andâŠand he laughed along at first, seemed to like the teasing actually..the boys caught sight of his datapad and, look it was just harmless teasing!â
You sigh, trying to level your disappointment and anxiety. âWhatâs this about his datapad?âÂ
âHis..? Oh, the picture of you. A-and your daughter. Maâam.â
âHer name is Aurora.â You grumble, the sadness growing in your chest.Â
âRight,â Comet says, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. âAurora, thatâs a beautiful name.â He says, an apologetic and guilty smile on his face. âSheâs beautiful vodâika.âÂ
Your heart tugs a little at the words. She is. The most beautiful.Â
âWell I know that.â You still scoff, though your temper calms down a bit. âWolffe..showed you a picture?â
Comet rubs the back of his neck, nervously looking at Boost, âNot exactly, we grabbed his datapad when we caught sight of the resting screen image. Sorta, passed it around out of his reach.â
âWhich picture?â You ask reluctantly. Wolffe saved a picture of you and Aurora as his resting screen image? When had you even sent him one?
âA very beautiful picture.â Comet smiles, âthe two of you cuddling or something. Sheâs laughing.â
Your heart flutters.Â
Oh, that picture.Â
On his last excursion youâd woken up to a message heâd sent after you fell asleep. The 104th had decided to head out early the next morning into a droid-heavy sector on an already hostile planet. You knew you probably wouldnât be hearing from him for a few days, which was enough on its own to keep you seriously on edge without the added risk, but he promised heâd be careful and told you he loved you.
You didnât even think twice about pulling your babygirl up close and snapping a photo. Come home safe to us, you wrote. It was you and your AuroraâŠshe had a big smile on her face as you tickled her, her ear gently caught between your teeth as you bared them like a rascally pup chewing on its favorite toy. Itâs one of your favorite pictures of the two of you ever, so silly and tender at the same time, Rory shining front and center in that one, and he set it as his datapad screen..Â
You couldn't help the little smile, just imagining him shouting orders in the strategy room or walking through the hanger holding the datapad, image flashing to life every time he lifted it in his grasp. You have no doubts, you want that man in your little girl's life.Â
These thoughts bring you to sigh, before scowling at the boys in front of you. These diâkuts. You know deep down how much Wolffe has been looking forward to this. It was something you never would have expected from the hot-blooded Commander. Youâre not even sure he realized how invested he was in what you had. You think most women venturing into single parenthood would feel confused, maybe threatened, meeting a man who so desperately wants to be a part of little Auroraâs life in any way you shared with him, even if he tried to suppress it and not put that on you.Â
He was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and truthfully it just warmed your heart how smiley he would get when you showed him pictures and told him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.Â
Which evidently now was a problem. âYou guys,â you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face, âThis is not good I-I donât know what to do-â
âPlease, please, donât be mad at him if heâs weird, vodâika,â Comet pleads, bringing you back to the moment, and reminding you that now, you were extra pissed. âIt was our fault! You-â he sighs, pain filling his features, â-You should have seen his face when the words left Sinkerâs mouth, we got in his head.â
Boost groans at Cometâs words, distress covering his face at the apparent horrific memory.Â
âWhat exactly did he say?â You grit, still not sure if youâre feeling more defensive over Wolffe or your baby right now.Â
The two look at each other, deciding who has to be the one to say it. Comet, being the youngest, gets the short end of the stick and crumbles under his brother's glare.Â
He sighs, defeated, before speaking, âThat the second the baby was in Wolffeâs arms and she got a good look at his scar and the eye sheâd burst into tears kicking to get away from him and then his eye would have one of those stress malfunctions and twist around in weird directions before smoking so heâd have to pop it out and then heâd drop it because heâs so uncoordinated and itâd roll on the floor so heâd have a gaping hole in his face which does actually look very frightening and heâd be trying to catch his robotic eyeball as it rolled on the floor and she would be so mortified and scarred that she could never look at him without screaming again.â
The two are silent as you process the words.Â
You canât even say anything. Hands rubbing your eyes and slowly trying to catalog the damage in your head, before sighing, exasperated. You look back up at the boys, both of whom have their heads hung low and regret painting their features, having relived the admittedly vivid horror story concocted by their brother.Â
âRight. And where. Is. Sinker.â You demand.Â
âHiding from you, maâam.â
âââââââââ
Thankfully, Wolffe met you with the same loving embrace and press to your forehead that he always did after a mission.Â
Everything was reassuringly normal, until you got into the lift of your building.
âUmâŠWolffe?â You ask calmly, noticing the nervous tap of his fingers against his belt, each gloved finger making a loud, tacky noise of resistance with the contact, echoing in the silent elevator.Â
"Yes?" He turns to you, immediately stopping the action as well as the swaying on his feet and giving you his complete attention.
âIs everything okay?â
His eyes widen a bit in realization. âOh. Yes, maâam! Uh, I-I mean yes, beautiful.â A not so convincing smile spreads across his face.
You arch an eyebrow at him, hoping to lighten the tension with a playful, âYes maâam, huh?âÂ
âS-sorry, love.â He says, attempting a small smile while he adjusts something on his wrist vambrace, âIt was a long tour IâŠI guess Iâm a little tense. It was hard on the men andâŠthere was just a lot to do.âÂ
You smile at him understandingly, the lift door opening.Â
Almost thereâŠ
You unlock the door.Â
We can do this WolffeâŠÂ
âC-cyare,â Wolffe stutters, âLook, m-maybe we should do this another time. I- I donât think Iâm up for this-â He frowns, lowering his gaze to the corner of the tight space.
âWolffe, seriously, thatâs enough.â You frown, sounding unimpressed. âWhat are you worried about?â
âW-what if she doesnât like me?âÂ
âOh my god.âÂ
âNoâ he sighs, âYou donât understand Iâm- just look at me. Iâm not soft, Iâm not pretty, I donât know how to sing lullabies for crying out-â He huffs, âI donât even know what babies like to talk about!âÂ
âWolffe, seriously, I love my daughter to death, but you are giving an infant old way too much intellectual credit.â You say rolling your eyes.Â
Those boys are dead.Â
Wolffe sighs again, running a hand over his hair, âBut love, youâŠyou donât understand. Sheâs going to take one look at me and that will just be it. And then-â His eyes widen, dread swallowing his facial expression, âO-oh my God, my eye. The scar, the cybernetic, wh-what if it scares her-â Wolffeâs face is flashing with absolute horror as he builds up the worst possible scenario in his mind.
Shit, shit, shit.Â
What to do..what to doâŠthink...
âCome on,â You say with finality. If you know one thing about your Commander. Itâs that the best way to have him deal with a situation, is to give him no other choice than to face it in the heat of battle.Â
Your hand hovers over the open button on the control panel.Â
âWait!â Wolffe suddenly snaps, hand snatching your wrist in place.
âAhh!â You scream, startled. Your arm immediately shoves Wolffe on the shoulder, his form swaying only slightly from the movement âWolffe! Seriously, you are making me so tense right now!â
âI-Iâm sorry itâs just,â He sighs, âI-if she hates me...please donât break up with me.â
âWolffe,â You laugh in exasperation, starting to feel more sympathetic for your poor boyfriend. âI donât know whatâs gotten into you..â You say, lying straight through your teeth. âBut I need you to know everythingâs going to be fine. I promise. My girlâs got good taste, and she already knows your face. Iâve shown her a million times. I know sheâll love you.â
Wolffe stares down at you with soft eyes. Looking away briefly before straightening up and giving you a gentle nod.Â
Your stomach flips with nerves and excitement as you step through the opening door. Thereâs no way this could go wrong. Not with your Aurora. Certainly not with your Wolffe. No matter how hard and unyielding this man may be in war, even with his brothers, itâs his love and responsibility over them that makes him so stern. Heâs protective, heâs caring.Â
You try to conceal your own excitement, seeing your little bundle all cozied up in the Nurse Droidâs pouch. Wow, youâve missed her. You press a gentle little kiss to her head, but donât want to give Wolffe long enough to start backing for the door before he meets her.Â
âWolffeâŠthis is Aurora,â You say, calmly moving a sleeping Aurora from the nurse-droidâs pouch and into Wolffeâs tense arms. His eyes widen in surprise, arms quickly shifting to find a way to hold her as the slight weight of her slowly lets into his arms.Â
His eyes dart around in panic, looking at you nervously for direction.Â
âIntroduce yourself, Wolffe,â You say quietly, almost unable to contain your excitement at this image before you. âSheâs been waiting to meet you.â
Wolffeâs body relaxes slowly. You recognize the almost invisible deep breath he takes in before letting his eyes land on your daughter's sleeping face, and itâs almost as if her peaceful state transmits into Wolffeâs nerves the second he lets himself look at her, really look at her.Â
âA-Aurora.â He mutters, more to himself, causing a smile to creep onto your face. You can hear the calm slipping into him like a trance.Â
âYeah,â You almost whisper, placing a hand on her blanket in his arms, the other resting supportively on the Wolfpack emblem on his pauldron, hoping to further distribute a semblance of calm between the two of them. The last thing you need is for Aurora to scare Wolffe away by waking up in his arms screaming.Â
That would take some work to repatch.Â
âI donât really call her Aurora much anymore, though.â You whisper, eyes captivated by the image of your girl engulfed delicately by Wolffeâs strong arms.Â
âO-oh?â He asks, almost distractedly, glancing up at you before looking back down at the little warm bundle again.Â
âYeah,â You hum, âIâve been calling her Rory.âÂ
You hear a deep yet sharp inhale, delivered almost laboriously slow so as not to unsettle the sleeping baby in his arms, âR-Rory?â He asks, his deep voice losing a bit of its composure.Â
You grin, finally glancing up at Wolffe, having forgotten to make sure he was comfortable with the encounter so far. And you werenât all that surprised when he didnât meet your gaze, still looking at your daughterâs peaceful features. âLikeâŠlike roar-y?â He gulps, eyes wide like heâs looking straight into a bright star, âLike a-â
â-Like an animal roar,â You giggle under your breath, âYeah, I thought you might hear it that way. But itâs R-o-r-y, Rory.â
You look up at Wolffe again, expecting to see a look of amusement on his face, but youâre slightly alarmed to see his features tense, lips pulled back into a tight line and jaw tightly set as he continues gazing at her.
âO-oh.. Wolffe, Iâm sorry is this too much? A-are you okay?-â â-Thatâs the cutest fucking name Iâve ever heard in my life.â
You pull your lips between your teeth, trying not to give away that youâre absolutely elated, surging with love and excitement, unable to hide the smile breaking out on your face.Â
âSheâsâŠsheâs so beautiful. So much more than in the pictures.â Wolffe mutters, âShe looks just like you.â
You canât suppress the laugh that escapes you at that, muffling it as best you can in front of sleeping Rory. âWolffe, I didn't give birth to her.â
âShe still looks just like you.â He mutters seriously, shaking his head in disbelief at your little girl.Â
You admire your boyfriend holding your daughter in his arms. A Commander, hardened by war and tragedy in his life, gently caressing your daughter's forehead with his thumb, you donât even think he realizes heâs doing it. Her little head small enough in his palm that he can support her neck and reach all the way around her to stroke her features. Your heart swells with heavy emotions, bringing tears to your eyes at the raw beauty of this moment.
You hate to interrupt them, but Rory runs on her own clock, and evidentlyâŠâItâs pretty late Wolffe,â You murmur, leaning up whisper in his ear. âI think Rory needs to rest in the nursery now.âÂ
âO-oh,â He says, shaking his head gently as if coming out of a daze. Yup, youâve definitely lost your boyfriend to your daughter, and you are totally and completely okay with it. âOf course.â He looks down at Rory and then to your arms, awkwardly leaning forward for you to take her but not quite sure how to maneuver her without disturbing her slumber. However, he looks slightly heartbroken that his brief time with her is up.Â
âWhy donât you take care of her, Iâll show you where to go so you know where you can find her,â You say gently, adding an encouraging smile at the end.Â
He straightens up, nodding dutifully at the responsibility and taking extra care to follow you down the hallway into Roryâs nursery.Â
He knows where the room is already, but heâs not going to argue for you to take the little girl away from his arms. When you reach her crib, heâs hesitant to place her down, but with some light instruction he settles her in easily. Admittedly it does take some extra coaxing for you to pull him out of there, reassuring him for the umpteeth time as you close the door that no she does not need any blankets and yes she will be perfectly fine.Â
âYouâre closing the door?â He asks, bewildered at the barrier youâve placed between yourselves and Rory. âBut what if-â
âWolffe,â You stop him, bracing him with a hand on each shoulder, âI promise you with all my heart that sheâs okay in there. Now, come with me,â You guide him to your room, just a few steps down from your daughters, and lead him to his side of the bed.Â
He immediately starts removing his armor, having spent the night here with you enough times for the motions to feel natural upon entry. Aurora always spent those nights with your mom or sister, few as they were. She was so little, and you were still getting to know Wolffe when you adopted Rory. You wanted to make sure it felt right to introduce them before you did.Â
âHere,â You say, bringing the monitor from your bedside table around to him. âListen.â
He takes the device in his hands with furrowed brows as he sits on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at it. You squat down in front of him, reaching for the volume knob and making sure itâs turned up a little bit more than usual. You can tell heâs about to ask what the monitor is for. Is it broken? Did you need him to fix it? Then you hear the babble of Rory mumbling in her sleep.Â
The slumberful noise makes you smile, just as you know it will to Wolffe. As expected, the sweetest grin youâve ever seen stretches Wolffeâs features, and he shyly tries to hide it, knowing youâre watching him, as he looks away from the device in his hands.
âNow you can hear her,â You say reassuringly, tenderly squeezing his knees as you rise.Â
The two of you go to bed early, using Rory as an excuse to cuddle quietly in bed and whisper to each other for hours, wrapped up in each other's arms. Wolffe detaches himself from your arms every so often to make sure the volume on Roryâs monitor is working alright, normally when she gets too silent. It feels wonderful and warm and extra special to be held tightly in Wolffeâs grasp this time, like youâve shared the most beautiful part of yourself with him and he embraced it more than you could have even hoped.Â
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You wake to a sound youâre all too accustomed to. Groaning instinctively at the high pitched cries ripping through the monitor. Your arm swings out to your bedside table to lower the volume a little as you roll towards the edge of the bed, only to waft against the air when you do.Â
Instead, you hear a deep groan, then a startled gasp in the bed as Wolffe bolts up. And for a brief moment, you panic at the speed in which your boyfriend is sprinting out of the bed and towards your door.
âWolffe, wait!â You shout, completely awake now as you jump up and catch his arm just outside the door.
âBut itâs- itâs Rory! SheâsâŠsheâs..â He gasps, nearly pulling out of your grasp, but slowing his stead when youâve gently wrapped your arms around him, sensing that he should listen to you first.
You sigh, relieved that you prevented your boyfriend from bursting into your daughter's nursery ready to fight off a threat, probably scaring her in the process.
âHey, sheâs okay, hey.â You say, guiding his face to look at you. âSheâs okay, I promise.â
He looks a little confused, eyes still swimming with alarm from having woken up to the cries of your distressed baby. You can feel his heart pounding beneath the skin of his chest, he was scared. Heâs used to waking up to blasters and bombs going off, and you feel awful for not preparing him for this, having experienced him jolting awake in the middle of the night, trembling and covered in sweat. Letting him hold you tightly to his overheated, sticky skin as he mutters needless apologies into your hair for waking you.Â
The cries of Rory startled him at first, especially being such a disturbing, foreign sound. Jumping into soldier mode to take down the immediate threat is his body's natural reaction..Â
âWolffe, look at me,â You mutter soothingly, one arm wrapping over the warm skin of his muscular shoulders, hand resting on his cheek, the other down by the waistband of his synthetic shorts. You trace gently against the black fabric hugging his form, hoping to calm him with your touch.Â
The heat of his body radiates off him, warming your bare arms against his skin. You hope the skin-to-skin contact is as soothing to him as it is to you.Â
âBabies cryâŠa lot.â You explain gently, âAurora has trouble sleeping through the night still, sheâs probably just hungry.âÂ
âOh I-I knew that. Iâm,â He sighs, eyes closing as he looks down in shame, âIâm sorry.â
âNo my love, please donât be. I know you just want to protect her.â You say, pressing a warm kiss on his collarbone, then pulling him down to press your lips into his cheek. âCome see, itâs okay.â
You have Wolffe leaned back in the nursing chair holding Rory and a bottle in no time. Her eyes are glued to his face. Unblinking, calm, analyzing each of his features through whatever sharpness of vision she has at this age. Wolffe isnât any different, you notice, letting her take him in while he does the same. You allow your gaze to follow his, looking at each of her sleepy, delicate little eyelids, her button nose, those cheeks that you just want to smother in kisses. Itâs so hard not to squeeze this little thing with how much you love her.Â
âSo,â Wolffe grumbles, sounding gruff and sleepy, but peaceful. âYouâŠyou donât think she's afraid of the scar?â
âAre you kidding,â You say gently, âThose eyes look pretty relaxed to me.âÂ
You smile, continuing to gaze into your daughter's face. Wolffe holding a milk bottle in his hand and feeding it to her with strong, steady hands. She almost doesnât blink, the way sheâs staring up at him, big eyes stretching uncomfortably wide to get a good look. Pure curiosity and interest swimming in her pupils. Her gaze flutters down his face minutely, before resting on his eyes again. Itâs unbearably captivating, and you shake your head at her reaction to him.Â
âIf anything,â You add with a giggle, âI think sheâs going, âdamn, look at that scar. Nobodyâs gonna mess with me with this guy around.â
A small grin spreads across Wolffeâs face, and despite the forced doubt in his tone, you know heâs eating every word up, âYeah, Iâm sure thatâs exactly what sheâs thinking.â He says with an eye roll.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â You tease, flashing him with that endearing smile he claims can win him over anything.
He huffs, but the grin on his face spreads to a full fledged smile as he glances over your features, âLike mother, like daughter, eh?âÂ
âMhm.â












