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“Mmm, nothing.”

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder. His arms snake around your middle and pull you as close as he can into his grasp. He presses a kiss to the spot just below your ear.

Your shoulder rises slightly in response and his chuckle reverberates across your skin.

“I love you cyare.”

You lean your head against his. “I love you too handsome.”

***

You’re standing in the kitchen, vegetables frying in a pan as you stir some pasta. Screams of delight sound from upstairs and every now and then you can hear a crash. You pray that they don’t hurt themselves too bad.

Tobbi is asleep, strapped to your chest and Isabet is sitting in her high chair with some markers and paper. Grogu sits next to her as they draw together.

The kids are antsy, usually outside playing. However, the strong downpour outside has put a stop in their usual plans.

Reeza barrels down the stairs, laughing as hard as she can and running as fast as her legs will carry. She rushes into the kitchen and right into your form.

An oof escapes your lips as you wrap your free hand around her shoulders. “What is going on?”

She looks up at you and smiles, her two front teeth missing from when she lost them earlier this week. “Hi, Tobbi.” She pats his bottom before turning to look at the doorway. “Hide me!”

“Hide you?” You ask in amusement and brush her hair behind her ears.

An inhuman roar sounds from the top of the stairs and echoes through the house. “He’s coming!” She lifts the bottom of your skirt and slips beneath it.

“Oh!” You gasp as you feel her grab onto one of your legs.

“Shh, be quiet Mommy.”

Your eyebrows raise and you just shake your head, turning back to the stove. There is never a dull moment at the Djarin residence.

“Where are you, you little womp rat?” Your husband stomps down the stairs, in the same fashion your daughter did. Maker, they are all so similar to him.

He silently stalks over to the couch and as soon as he peeks behind it he growls as if trying to scare whoever was supposed to be there. When he realizes that his target is missing he taunts again, “You think you’re smart, huh?”

You watch with a smile on your face as he walks into another room.

A hand reaches out from beneath your skirt and opens and closes, obviously wanting something.

“Mommy can I have a carrot please?”

You laugh and hand a piece to her outstretched paw, “Of course sweetheart.”

She latches onto it and once again the hand disappears. “Thank you.” You can hear her munch away at the vegetable and you just smile and shake your head. Never a dull moment.

It takes about two minutes for your husband to make his way to the kitchen. His loud stomps sound through the house as he approaches you.

His gaze locks onto you and he prowls forward. Hands wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your lips. But he doesn’t forget to greet his youngest son.

“Hey little guy.” His facade breaks as he strokes the tuft of soft curly brown hair that Tobbi so proudly sports. Little brown eyes open and stare up at the mandalorian. A wide smile forms on your son's face as he reaches up and grabs your husband's finger. He babbles and giggles as the mandalorian tickles his little stomach.

Isabet yells out, trying to get her fathers attention. “REE VA!” Her arm waves down at your skirt.

Small giggles sound from beneath your skirt.

Your husband turns to look at Isabet and then scans down to your long skirt. He meets your eyes and his own swirl with amusement. Giving you one last kiss, he presses his finger against his lips, signaling you to stay silent.

Slowly he sinks down to his knees.

You hold your breath, waiting for what the bounty hunter will possibly do next.

As fast as he can, he whips your skirt up and grabs your daughter. She screams in delight and you gasp at the cool air on your bare legs.

He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her from you. She tries to reach out and grab your legs but your husband pulled her away too fast.

She is nearly wheezing from laughing so hard. But in between the laughs she pleads with him. “Daddy, no!” and “Daddy, please!”

A loud battle cry sounds from the living room as Myles charges in and flings himself at your husband. But there is only so much a seven year old can do to the large bounty hunter. Your husband bends down and lifts Myles over his shoulder. Tobbi laughs and giggles as his little legs kick in excitement.

Your husband turns to look at you, smiling wide as he holds two screaming and laughing children.

You have never been more in love.

***

The three youngest kids have already been put to bed, so it just leaves you, Myles, Reeza, and a very sleepy mandalorian.

Reeza sits on her fathers lap while Myles sits on your own. A large blanket is wrapped around you and Myles as the two of you stare at the other members of your family.

Your husband's head leans back against the chair as he snores loudly. Reeza lays on his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck as she also snores, the spitting image, and sound, of the mandalorian.

“Does he always snore that bad?”

You giggle and press a kiss to the top of your son's head. “No, it’s just the angle he is at. Once he lays down it will be much quieter.”

He nods slowly, trying to analyze why the angle would affect his fathers loud snores. Once he seems to find an answer he likes, he asks another question, “Do I snore like that?” He sends a disgusted side glance at his father.

Myles was never really a snorer. When he was a toddler he was a mouth breather so naturally he snored a little, but now it has been fixed. “A little when you were younger, but it’s gone away now.”

He nods his head, eyes glassy as he thinks over this new information. “Good.”

You laugh at his simple response. “Yes, then when you have your own kids they won’t stare at you while you sleep and make fun of you.”

“Ewww, mommmmmm.” He whines but you just kiss at his cheeks.

“I know, it’s gross, I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, gears turning behind those expressive eyes. “You’re kisses will never be gross, kids are gross.”

A loud fit of laughter erupts from your stomach. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’ve seen you change lots of diapers. And I’ve gagged each time.”

You laugh and shower him with kisses again. “Maker, I love you.”

“I love you too Mom.”

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Giggling you lean into him. “If you’re going to be here, make yourself useful and dry those bowls.” When he doesn’t make any sign of stopping, you stop your hands and turn around in his hold. Pouting, you stick out your bottom lip. “Please?”

His eyes scan over your face and a faint smile rests on his features. Leaning in he sucks your protruded lip before grumbling something about how the kids should be doing this.

Finally after everything has been put away and the kitchen is back to its normal state, you grab Tobbi and Isabet and walk outside. You and Din snuggle together on the porch and watch as the twins wave their little arms in your laps. Myles, Reeza, and Grogu scream as they run around playing some game.

Tobbi will pull at your shirt and you smile, knowing that hungry gleam in his eyes. The mandalorian will happily watch as you either bare your breast for his children or rush to the kitchen to grab the bottles of milk you desire. He’ll hold and keep one twin entertained while you care for the other, only to switch when they need to be burped.

This has become one of your favorite moments. How peaceful your husband looks holding your children. His faint smile and the lines that form on the sides of his eyes, that dimple that you just want to kiss and kiss. The way the muscles in his forearm twitch, promising to keep whoever is in them safe.

But when he meets your eyes, when those beautiful brown eyes meet your own, your entire body fills with warmth. You can feel the sparks and tingles of his love when his eyes trail over your form. It’s hard to not smile, to not succumb to those plump lips, to resist his passion for even a second.

That’s the beauty of marriage, you don’t have to resist these powerful desires. You both lean in and press against one another. It’s not fast or rough, but slow and never ending. You’ll love another until you’re beckoned from one of your offspring.

“Mom stop kissing Dad and watch us!” You giggle and press one more kiss to him. Smiling wider when you pull away and he chases your lips, eyes still shut.

“Alright, I’m watching.”

“I’m watching too.” He pulls the baby in his arms closer, trying to fight his grumpiness.

After the sun sets you call the three children back to the house and remind them that their muddy shoes are to be left outside. They all say “I know” and grumble but that doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss to the top of their heads.

“Run along and go get ready for bed.” Ushering them into the house you smile as they rush up the stairs. You can hear the faint trickle of water as the shower is turned on and the faint yells of “I want to shower first.” and “No, you take all the hot water.” Shaking your head you grab your husband's hand and lead him inside.

The two of you walk to the nursery and start to calm the twins down. You coo and snuggle the children, murmuring how much you love them. It warms your heart every time, every time they try to fight their sleep. Their little eyelids flutter as they try to stay open.

“Mama.” Isabet will reach out for you, whether she’s in your arms, or even your husbands. The mandalorian will frown at the way his daughter's hands will open and close as she tries to squirm from his hold.

“I’m right here baby.” Walking over you’ll cup one of her chubby cheeks. She’ll smile and finally her eyes will close. “Goodnight sweetheart.” She’s out like a light.

“Why am I not enough for her?”

You take her from his arms and softly place her in her crib. “It’s not that you’re not enough, it’s just that in this stage she needs more of her mothers touch.” You turn your attention to where Tobbi peers up at you from his crib, his little feet kick and he smiles. “Hello little man.” Picking him up, you start to rock back and forth.

His hands attach to the sides of your hips, his mouth presses a kiss to your neck. “I need a mothers touch…” another nip to your skin, “and it seems that there is one right here.”

Giggling, you shimmy out of his hold. “Your father is being irritating.”

“I think persistent.”

“Insatiable.”

Tobbi, having no idea what is going on, just laughs and pats at your cheeks. You tickle his belly and his eyes close, nuzzling further into your embrace. Din walks over and presses a kiss to his son's head, softly caressing the mop of brown curly hair.

The soft breaths of both twins fill the room. Setting Tobbi down in his crib you press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight my love. Sweet dreams.”

Both you and the mandalorian silently walk out the door, but you can’t but to peek back in. “Come on cyare. They’ll be okay.”

Nodding, you close the door and walk to your room, your husband not far behind you. He pats at your bottom and you smile over your shoulder. “Stop that.”

He grabs a clean towel from the laundry room and playfully wacks you with it. “Go take your shower and stop harassing me.” He nips your cheek and gives one more squeeze to your butt before leaving.

Once again, you shake your head at his antics, settling down onto the bed. But a mother of five never truly gets a moment alone. “Mommy!” Reeza rushes in and climbs onto the bed, falling into your arms.

You press kiss after kiss to her face and she squirms. “Where are your brothers?”

“Umm, I don’t know.” As you go to question her further, both boys walk through the door. “If you give me five credits I’ll tell you where they are.”

She giggles as you kiss at her again. “You rascal!” You start to tickle her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, mercy!”

After a couple more tickles, you stop and press one final kiss to her temple. Myles and Grogu crawl up onto the bed and snuggle in next to you. Wrapping a fuzzy blanket around all of you, you share stories as you wait for your husband.

The bathroom door opens and out walks your husband. He rubs his head with that fluffy white towel, biceps bulging. Those cursed grey sweatpants that make your heart stop. He smiles as he walks over. “What are you three doing?”

“We’re snuggling with mommy.” Reeza informs him.

“More like you’re stealing my wife from me.” His large hands pull away the blanket and he drapes himself over you all.

“Daddy stop! You’re heavy!” Reeza pushes your husband off of her and he chuckles.

“Move over then and share your mother.” He moves between your legs and rests his head on your chest. His arms drap over the children and pull them close, effectively keeping everyone in the room within his hold.

The five of you talk and talk until they start to tire one by one. Gorgu’s small snores echo as Reeza tries to keep her eyes open. Even as they get older, they are still your small babies.

“Time to go to bed, hum?” Pressing a kiss to Myles head, he smiles and nods.

Your husband rises and takes Reeza into one arm and Grogu into the other, both of them fast asleep. He nods at Myles, “Say goodnight.”

Myles wraps his arms around your neck and you pull him closer. “Goodnight Mom.”

“Mm, goodnight. I love you.”

He leans away from you and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watch as your husband carries two kids and the third follows behind him.

After a few minutes he comes back to you, jumping on the bed and into your arms. Kiss after kiss is pressed to your skin. “Now I have you all to myself.”

You gasp when he bites hard onto your neck. “Stop, I need to go brush my teeth.” Wiggling from beneath his frame you escape to the bathroom. He follows closely behind you and sits on the toilet, happily watching you as you go through your routine. Every now and then you’ll make eye contact through the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful.” He reaches out and pinches at your hip.

“Ank yu.” You smile as toothpaste foams at your lips, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth.

He chuckles. Once you spit and get all of the paste out of your mouth he pulls you towards him. Turning you around so you face him, he presses the side of his head against your stomach. His arms reach around your hips and keep you against him.

Your fingers comb through his soft curls. “I love you.”

He lifts your shirt and presses a firm kiss right above your navel. “Love you too.”

Once in your jammies and your husband in his boxers, the two of you lay under the security of the covers. His hands run up the length of your thigh and his lips press against the skin between your two mounds. He always tells you it’s his favorite spot on your body. He loves how soft and sensitive your skin is there and how it smells so much like you. No faint smell of soap or laundry detergent, just purely you.

It’s how he calms himself down; overwhelming his senses with you. His hands pulling at your skin as you writhe below him. Soft gasps and groans fall from your lips from the pleasure he pulls from you. He moves against you with meticulous and strong thrusts. Your mouths dance together with passion and lust.

Once the two of you calm down, he rests his head in its spot on your sternum. His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you close. Your fingers trace along his features, eyes closed and mind still fuzzy from your visit to cloud nine.

That’s how you fall asleep. Sometimes he stays connected to you, sometimes you beg him to get up because you have to pee. But you always fall asleep in his arms. Faint whispers of love and adoration. Right there, perfectly slotted into his embrace.

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***

Myles had asked you if it would be okay to have the wedding at the lake. You’ve never agreed to something so fast in your entire life. Reeza, Isabet, and a few of their friends did a wonderful job decorating.

White foldable chairs rest on the sand and an archway of white flowers and deep green ferns stands just where the water laps at the shore. String lights glow gold as they hang from the archway to the patio, where Skymel will eventually walk from. The aisle is covered with small carpets of green and brown.

It’s perfect.

Your arms wrap around the mandalorians bicep as tears fall down your cheeks. They are not sad or sorrowful tears, but rather tears of how happy you are for your son.

There Myles stands before the armorer, waiting for Skymel to walk down the aisle, his hands clasped before him. His visor stays trained on you and one hand lifts to give you a small wave.

You smile and mouth “I love you” to him. But then everyone rises and turns to see Skymel walk down the aisle. Her blue armor is adorned with gold embellishments and white silk drapes over her form. She looks beautiful.

Turning to look at Myles, you see his visor trained on her, tracking her every movement. You don’t need to see his face to know that his eyes are scanning over her full of love.

As she approaches him, he reaches out and gives her his hands. She gladly takes them and they stand before one another, staring into each other's visor.

Din’s hand squeezes your waist and you know he is gleaming with pride.

***

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The mandalorian hastily asks you.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He gives you a look that says he doesn't trust you, but he doesn't press. As soon as you knew you were pregnant for the first time he has been making sure you’re comfortable in every setting. Apparently even your bed is not safe from his questioning.

He crawls in next to you and rests a hand on your small baby bump. His thumb softly strokes over the skin and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry, cyare, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You smile and cup his head, nails softly scratching at the scruff on his jaw. “I know, but I hope you realize being pregnant does not mean I’m helpless.”

He doesn’t say anything and tries to distract you by kissing all over your face.

“Din?” You scold.

“Okay, I know. You’re not helpless. You might just need help with some things.” He says the last bit under his breath.

You laugh. “Oh my goodness. You’re terrible.”

***

“Take him.”

The mandalorians' eyes widen in fear. “No, I can’t. I’ll hurt him.”

“No you won’t.” You hold your babbling newborn son out to him. “I want to take a shower.”

“But-” You plop Myles into his arms and step back a few steps.

“No, I want to take a shower by myself.” You put emphasis on myself. “I haven’t had a second alone. Just please hold him for ten minutes. Everything will be okay.”

You’ve never seen him look so uncomfortable before. He holds his son as if he holds him wrong he’ll break.

“Just support his head and everything else will come naturally.” His eyes lock onto your own and try to plead with you to come take your son back. Giving him a smile you walk away, internally screaming with glee for your shower. You would have never guessed how much a simple shower could mean to you.

Once done with your shower, which you might have taken more than ten minutes for, you wrap a towel around you and pad back to the main hull. But the scene before you stops you in your tracks.

Myles stares up at his father, and Din seems to have relaxed. One of his large thumbs strokes over Myles’ cheek.

“Hey little guy.” His voice is so soft it is nearly inaudible. Myles reaches over and wraps his small hand around his fathers thumb. “I can’t believe you're real.”

You smile but stay silent, curious at where he is going with this.

“You know, you really lucked out. Your mom is one in a million. She’s gonna take such good care of you. And I would know because she takes care of me.” He breaks off into a faint chuckle. But then he grows quiet, seriousness filing the air. “I’m gonna try real hard to take care of you too... I promise. I may not be emotionally there, or be good at burping, or changing diapers, or anything fatherly. But I promise I’ll protect you and keep you safe.”

You have to walk over and wrap your arms around the two, pulling them into a hug. But you know better than to say anything about what he just confessed. “How was he?”

“He’s wiggly.”

You laugh and reach down to tickle Myles little tummy. He squeals and his legs kick. You smile and lean down to press a kiss to his head.

Leaning back, you sit down next to the mandalorian and snuggle up into his side. The two of you stay silent and watch as Myles looks around, his hand still wrapped around Din's finger.

“I can’t believe we made him.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling with awe. “He’s ours.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips, completely and utterly joyful at your little family.

***

“CYARE! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!” Din’s voice booms through the ship and nearly causes you to have a heart attack.

Your hands hold Reeza to your chest, and she stays happily sucking at your breast as you rush into the hull. “WHA- OH MY GOD!”

Myles wobbles as he walks around the hull and over the colorful blocks. Din’s eyes crinkle as his lips pull into a large smile.

He drops to his knees and opens his arms wide. “Come here buddy! You’re doing so good!”

Myles slowly swivels towards his father and giggles as he stomps over to him. The mandalorian scoops his eldest son up into his arm and covers his face in kisses.

Myles laughs fill the hull and you walk over and press your own kisses to his face. “You did so good bud!”

He sets his son down and his little legs reach for the ground. His fingers clutch his father’s hands but then he lets go and starts walking around the hull.

You both cheer him on and exclaim how good at walking he is.

Myles' smile widens and his arms wave as he stomps around. Din walks over and wraps an arm around your waist. He ruffles the hair Reeza has on her head, but his attention quickly goes back to his son.

“Good job buddy! I’m so proud of you!”

***

You sit on your rocker on the porch. Tobbi is out in the meadow with his father helping him move various parts around. Grogu runs behind them, carrying small pieces when asked to. Isabet sits between your legs at the request you braid her hair.

A ship flies over the horizon, signifying your dinner guests are almost here.

“Was that Myles and Sky?” Isabet asks.

“Yeah, and I think Reeza is hitching a ride with them.”

“Good then they won’t be doing the dirty.”

You hit her shoulder. “ISABET!”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“You’re too young to be thinking about that.”

“Mom, I’m sixteen.”

You sigh. “Don’t remind me.” You tug on her finished braid in a teasing manner.

Sure enough the three of them approach you, but something seems off. Myles seems nervous as he walks up to you.

“Mom,” he grabs Skymels hand, “we need to tell you something.”

You can feel your eyebrows furrow with worry. “What is it?”

He looks at where Din has walked up beside you, his own hand resting on your shoulder.

“We’re engaged.”

Reeza screams, Tobbi claps his hands, and you jump from your seat to give your son a big hug.

“Congratulations son.” Din pats his back and gives Skymel a small hug.

You pull her into your hug. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Is that why you two were acting weird the entire flight?” Reeza asks with a large smile on her face.

Myles shrugs his shoulders.

You lean back and look at Skymel. “Welcome to the family, officially.” You have to say officially because you all know she was always a part of your dynamic anyway.

***

As they say their vows back to one another, you can’t deny the smile on your face. And as they slide their gloves off to put their rings on, you subconsciously play with the ring on your husband's finger.

His helmet leans down so he can whisper in your ear. “Are you thinking about our wedding?” His voice is low and rough, obviously he is thinking about that day, or rather that night.

“I’m thinking about your shaky hands.”

“Cyare.” He scolds, but you don’t miss the mix of amusement and embarrassment in his voice.

“It was cute!” You fire back.

He just shakes his head, but his hand squeezes you playfully.

***

As Skymel grabs the hand of her father, Myles walks over to you and offers his own hand. “Care for a dance?”

You smile and take his hand. “Always.”

He leads you to the small dance floor and the two of you start to sway to the beat.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Mom. But please, no more tears.”

You laugh and squeeze his shoulders. “Okay, I’ll try.”

A few seconds go by where neither of you say anything. You can see Tobbi and Isabet rushing around the buffet area, sticking god knows what into their mouths. Reeza is talking with some of her friends and they softly laugh together. Din stands over to the side of the crowd and you send him a smile.

“Mom?”

You look up at him, giving him all your attention. “Hmm?”

“I’m scared. You and Dad make marriage look so easy and I’m afraid it won’t be the same for us.”

You give him a knowing smile, standing on your tiptoes your hand cups the cheek of his helmet. “It won’t be the same for you. It’s going to be so much different. But that’s good. You want to be different. Let me tell you one thing. Marrying your father was never easy and will never be easy. But we love each other and that is what keeps us together. Trust me, there are going to be moments where you despise one another, but you also can’t bear not being together. It’s going to be a weird feeling, but it will pass. And I know you two will get over it because you both love one another. There is nothing to be scared of, just as long as you know you both love one another.”

Myles nods his head and as the song ends he pulls you into his arms. “I love you Mom, thank you.”

“I love you too. Now, go get your bride, she’s waiting.”

As Myles leaves your embrace arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a different chest.

“What did you two talk about?” Din asks, ever the nosey man.

You smile and reach under his helmet to scratch at his chin. “Nothing that he didn’t know before.”

He exhales a small “Oh.” The oh that means ‘I have no idea what you are saying or what you mean, but I also know you won’t give me answers so I am giving up.’

You stay in his arms as you both watch the newly wed couple dance. And as the night goes on you watch as Myles keeps one hand clasped around one of hers. His movements are full of happiness and glee. Your heart swells with love for them.

You’re proud that he found his person. And happy that they’re starting their life together.

Once the wedding ends and you retire to your room, you crawl under the covers and into your husband's arms. “I love you.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “I love you too.”

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Giggling, the three eldest kids run away, leaving you cuddled up underneath the covers with the twins. Setting your bouquet and the twin’s gifts on the nightstand you open your arms. Your husband slowly takes his armor off and climbs back into the bed with you. One hand situates the twins to lay between you two as he wraps himself around you three.

“Thank you baby.” You press a kiss to his lips and his hand trails through your hair.

“Of course. Although, I feel like we should continue what we started this morning.”

“Din!” Gasping you put your hands over Tobbi’s ears. “Don’t talk about that while they’re here.”

He chuckles, “Let me go put them with the kids then.”

“No.” Heat rushes up to your cheeks and you clutch the twins closer to you. “They’re still all home though.”

“That didn’t stop you earlier.”

“YOU CAUGHT ME IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS!”

***

“Hey mama.” Surprised as you open the door your face lights up at the sight of Cara.

“Hello! What are you doing here?” Opening the door wider you gesture for her to come in.

“Shiny called me. Said you two were going on a date and I am supposed to watch the kids.”

Biting back a small squeal of excitement, you smile and nod your head. “Oh okay. Help yourself to anything, I need to go get changed.”

She nods as you rush up the stairs, trying to plan in your mind what to wear. It’s already almost dinner time, so it must be food related. Great, you can wear the new heels you recently bought.

You don’t notice it, but as you strip down and start to look for the clothes you want to wear, the mandalorian fondly watches from the bathroom door. He smiles as his arms cross, his shoulders leaned against the door frame. You bend and twirl holding up dresses to your frame in the mirror. If only you knew how pretty you are. Maker, just seeing you makes him melt, let alone while you’re only in underwear.

It’s taking everything in him to hold back from walking up and grabbing your hips, throwing you onto the bed to your left. He knows you’ll scream and mewl for him, looking up at him with those doe eyes. Your nails scraping at his chest, making his skin rise and ripple.

“AHH!” A shirt is thrown at his head and your arms move back and forth. “Din, you scared me!”

Folding the shirt and placing it in your closet, he smiles at you. “Sorry.” His eyes lock on to your chest, taking in the way your two mounds rest naturally.

Becoming self conscious from his staring, you cover yourself with a dress and heat rises to your cheeks. “Get out. You can’t see me until I’m all ready.”

“I take it Cara told you.”

“She did. And I’m really excited so you need to get out.” Pushing him out the door you offer him a smile before closing the door in front of his face.

Finally, you are ready. Your hair hangs loose, curves hugged from the burgundy dress you wear. The neckline plunges, something you know will make your husband shake in his boots. Your legs look long and sleek with the brand new nude heels you bought. Gold jewelry decorates your skin, matching the gold sparkly eyeliner that makes your eyes look even bigger.

Twisting and turning in front of the mirror, you smile and deem yourself ready to be shown. You open the door and go to walk down the stairs. Step after step you descend the stairs. Your husband's visor tilts up from where he was talking to Cara and his voice trails off.

“Hot damn Mama!” Cara wolf whistles while the mandalorian stays still. “Seems like you’ve broken this one.” She points at him and grins.

His hands clench and his feet carry himself to stand in front of you. Instantly his gloves trail across your skin. Starting at your knee and up the slit in your dress to the top of your thigh. Then his fingers trace the neckline, running along the fabric, or rather lack of fabric. Cheekily, he pulls it away from you slightly, allowing him a peak at the lacy bra you wear.

Gasping, you swat at him and unlatch yourself from his hold. “Okay, we’ll be back home in a couple hours. I already made dinner for the kids so they should be fine.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Mama, I’ve done it before. You two just go have fun.”

***

“Din I can’t see!”

He chuckles as he leads you somewhere. “That’s the point.” He insisted on the location of your date being a surprise so you had to wear the blindfold. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

“I feel like we’ve been walking for hours.”

He laughs but eventually stops. You can hear him shuffling around. “Alright cyare, you excited?”

“Get this fabric off me.”

Instantly you realize your mistake. His hands start to pull at your dress and you swat at him. “Not that fabric! You know what I meant!”

“You set yourself up for that one.” You stick your tongue out at where you think he is. His lips attach to your own and hold the two of you together. “Alright.” Slowly, his hands untie the knot, although even when he finishes he doesn’t pull away from you. You can’t help but smile into his caresses and wrap your arms around his neck. “Maker, you’re dangerous.”

Giggling you open your eyes and stare at his closed eyelids. His eyelashes flutter but stay closed. They’re so soft, brown, and thick, long enough for any woman to be jealous. Then you admire his nose, that strong handsome nose. A nose you could kiss and worship for a lifetime. Next your eyes trail down to his lips; those pillowy addictive lips. They make your thoughts fuzzy and head spin.

“Whatcha thinking about there?”

“Hmm.” Pressing another kiss to his lips you lean your head against his forehead. “Just how much I love you.”

He groans in agreement and nips at your bottom lip. “Love you too. So much.”

“Hmm hmm, as much as I’m loving sharing spit, I’m hungry.”

He chuckles and pulls away. Opening your eyes you look behind him and gasp, grabbing his arm. “Din!”

“Do you like it?”

“Din!!! You’re the best!”

Rushing off you plop down on the soft blanket that rests uptop a small hill. Around the blanket are various fruits and breads. Some chocolate covered strawberries look irresistible and you can’t help but to pop one in your mouth, moaning at the taste. Patting the spot next to you eagerly look up at your husband.

Once he does, you snuggle up into his side and look out into the horizon. His arm lifts and wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Pretty isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” You agree, “sometimes I still can’t believe that we have a house and a family.”

“I can believe it.”

“Stop it, I’m being serious.” Slapping his chest, you offer him a strawberry. “Like, I am so thankful everyday to wake up and be able to hold you in my arms. We spent too many nights shuffling around each other like teenagers.”

He smiles, a soft laugh falling from his lips as he leans and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Do you know how much I yearned for your touch.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t know?” Shaking your head he continues, “Everytime you walked past me and put your hand on my shoulder, I felt like I was melting. I thought I was so obvious?”

Soffing you shake your head. “You were so not. I thought you hated me.”

“Cyare, I could never.”

Shuffling onto his lap you hold his head between your hands, “I know that now, baby. But back then, I had no idea.”

His neck stretches as he chases your lips. Hands grip at your hips and pull at your flesh. “This dress is nice.”

“You just like that you can see my boobs.”

“Your point?”

Laughing, you snuggle into his neck. “I love you.”

“Love you too, cyare.”

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Reeza runs as fast as her legs will carry her. “Okay Issy, time to learn how to swim!” She gets about hip deep before taking her sister into her arms. Making sure both their heads stay above the water she gets as deep as she can into the lake.

A loud battle cry comes from Myles as he runs to the shore where the bees have stopped. In his hand he pulls the hose and aims it towards the swarm. Holding it like a blaster, just the way his father taught him, he places his finger over the nozzle. The spray of water becomes harsh and unforgiving.

“HAH TAKE THAT! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE DJARINS!”

“WAIT WHAT ABOUT TOBBI AND GROGU?” Reeza calls out from the safety of the lake.

“CRAP!” Myles instantly drops the hose and runs back to the house, on a mission to keep his brothers safe. Rushing up to the porch he scoops his brothers into his arms and does a 180, sprinting towards the lake. Tobbi squeals in delight and his little legs kick as Myles enters the water.

The five of them wait for about seven minutes before starting to bicker about who will walk out first.

“Myles, you're the oldest, you go first.”

“But I’m holding Grogu and Tobbi, and I can hold Isabet, you can’t hold all three of them. We are the older siblings so we have to keep them safe.”

Reeza huffs before realizing her brother is correct. “Fine, but if I die it’s your fault.” She hands Isabet to Myles before slowly wadding towards the shore. It’s a humorous sight. Myles, waist deep in the water with his three squirming siblings in his arms.

All four children watch as their sister walks onto the shore and cautiously looks around. She does a full 360, checking for the insects.

“Okay, it’s alright.”

***

Now in clean dry clothes the children decided that maybe it is safer to stay inside.

Paz is still passed out on the couch, and the kids, trying to be as respectful as they can, decided that the living room is off limits.

They are currently in the kitchen, on a mission for snacks. Raiding cabinet after cabinet they eventually find the items that appeal to them most.

“Let’s eat the grapes in the fridge too, Mom always says we have to eat as many fruits as we do crackers.”

Happy with this, Reeza sits down at the table after strapping her siblings into their chairs.

Myles opens the fridge and grabs the bowl of fruit you had cut up this morning as well as some peanut butter. Reeza opens the packet of crackers and places them in a design on a plate.

“We shall dine like Kings and Queens!” She announces while tucking her napkin into her shirt. Myles laughs while sitting down at his own seat.

Grogu, noticing the lack of parents, smiles before holding his hand out. A single grape rises from the bowl. Tobbi giggles while he holds a cracker in his fist.

Reeza drops down from her seat and rushes over to the side of the room. “Grogu, let’s play a game. You throw the fruit around and I’ll try to catch it with my mouth!”

Grogu claps his hands in agreement. Instantly the grap flies through the air towards Reeza. She leans towards the right and effectively catches it in her mouth. All five kids erupt in laughter. Well, except Isabet, she just sits with a scowl on her face, but you all have come to realize it is just her natural face.

This game goes on until the bowl is almost empty. Grogu has Reeza doing rolls and jumps to try and get the food. However, on the last piece of fruit Grogu throws it towards her left. She rolls and goes to stand up, but…

BAM!

It almost happens in slow motion. She had run into the tall table you have near the window. Some of your trusted house plants rest there as it is one of the places that the house gets the most sun. The vase with a bouquet of wildflowers the kids had picked you wobbles. It shakes and then tilts off of the table.

They all watch in horror as the vase crashes to the floor. Thankfully it landed on the mat by the door so it only broke into about six pieces, but water goes everywhere.

Reeza turns to her brother, head tucked into her shoulders and tears welling at her eyes. Myles runs about four different scenarios through his head in the span of a couple seconds, weighing each option against one another.

After only five seconds he has a plan. Rushing over to his sister he hugs her. “It’s okay.”  

“Mom is going to be so mad!” Tears start to fall on her cheeks.

“No no it’ll be fine. We’ll fix it. But I’m going to need your help, alright?” He looks at her. She wipes away her tears and nods. “Okay I need you to go grab some towels.” She nods again and rushes off towards the laundry room.

Myles turns to where his three siblings sit at the table, all their eyes wide. “You guys stay put, we don’t want glass to get into your feet.”

When none of them go to move he turns towards the oven. Grabbing a stove mit he starts to pick up pieces of the vase. Separating the glass and the flowers, he’s happy when he has two piles.

Reeza bounds down the stairs, quieter than usual as she doesn’t want to wake their uncle. In her hands are two towels.

“Okay, I think I got all the glass up but be careful. Go ahead and put the first towel on the ground and try to soak up as much as you can.” Following his command she does exactly as told. “I am going to go get some glue, don’t let them leave the table.”

Running as fast as he can, he rushes to where his father has supplies to fix about anything. Opening drawer after drawer he finally finds some super glue. “Perfect!”

Making a mental note of where he found the glue he goes back to the kitchen. Analysing the broken pieces he can see where the pieces fit together. Being extra careful, he applies glue to one piece and then another, and presses them together.

“Reeza how is the water going?”

“Towel one is soaked but all the water is up.”

“Great, can you please go quickly throw those in the hamper and put the clean towel back where you found it.”

She nods, her face as serious as he’s ever seen it.

“Okay Grogu, I need your help.” At the sound of his name, he looks up at his brother. “Can you hold these pieces together?” As if it were magic, the pieces are pressed against one another and held in place. Grogu coos, overjoyed that his older brother needs him.

“Perfect! Now I am going to start to glue and add more pieces, so can you do more than one at a time?”

Grogu coos once again and his little eyebrows furrow in concentration. When Myles adds another piece, he effectively holds it right in place. “Alright! There we go!”

Reeza sits down next to her brother, however her usual bright cheery smile is replaced by a frown. “Do you think Mommy is going to be mad?”

Picking his words carefully, Myles turns to look at her. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll tell them. They won’t be mad at you.”

***

The vase is officially glued back together and it seems to be holding water. The glue is back where Myles found it and the flowers are back in the vase.

“Parents alert!” Reeza informs from where she was sitting at the window. In the distance she can see the Crest flying towards the house.

“Okay time for the clean protocol!”

They move faster than they ever have before. They pick up the crayons and markers from outside, put away the dishes from the kitchen, and settle in on the couch with their uncle. The house looks just as you had left it, no evidence of their eventful day.

Just as they practiced, as soon as the door is unlocked, they all close their eyes and pretend to be asleep. Even the twins know the routine by now.

“Oh babe, look how cute!” They can hear your hushed voice as you talk to their dad.

“Uh hum. You could hear Paz’s snore from the next planet over.”

A soft slap echos through the living room. “Don’t be mean, he gave up his day so we could go out. Be nice.”

They listen as your footsteps get closer and you pick the twins up. Still playing the part, they keep their eyes closed.

“Paz?” Your hushed voice tries to wake him.

The giant warrior stirs before finally waking. “Hmm what?”

“Glad to see you’re awake. We’re back.”

“I can see that.”

You giggle. “How were the kids?”

His arms lift as he looks around and counts heads. “They were great!”

“That’s good. Are you going to stay the night? I know it’s late and I’d hate to kick you out.”

“It’s late?” He mumbles to himself. “Oh umm no, I need to get back but if you need me to stay I can.”

“Oh no it’s alright. Thank you again for watching them.”

“Yeah no problem. You know how much I love them.”

Din has already taken the twins and Grogu up to their room and put them down. He walks back down just as Paz rises from the couch. They give one another a hug and a firm pat on the back. “Thanks man.”

“For sure.” Paz looks back at you before turning towards his brother. “When are you two having the next one?”

Din chuckles. “You try and ask her. Last time I did I had to carry a twenty pound weight around for a week. That shit’s not fun.”

Paz lets out a loud laugh but immediately stops after you scowl at him and point to the kids. “Sorry.”

After the three of you talk for a few more minutes, Paz makes his way out of the door. You sit down on the couch between Reeza and Myles. Reeza shuffles a little and settles down onto your lap. You smile and start to softly brush her hair.

Myles opens his eyes, as if he just woke up. “Hi Mom.”

“Hi baby.” Your arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him close to you, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “How was your day?”

“It was good… uneventful.” It takes everything in Reeza to stop herself from snickering.

“Oh, that’s good.” Din sits down on the other side of Myles and places his arm on the back of the couch, keeping all three of you within his hold.

“How was your date?”

“It was good, although I missed you guys.” You press another kiss to Myles cheek and he giggles.

“Your mother has separation anxiety.”

Myles laughs while you glare at your husband. “Of course I do! You guys are my babies.” Looking down at Reeza, you scratch her back and you feel a shiver run down her spine.

“Time to go to bed.” Your husband huffs as he stands up, taking Reeza into his arms he beckons Myles to follow him. “Say goodnight to your mother.”

“Goodnight mom.” Myles wraps his arms around your neck and presses a kiss to your cheek. You smile and hold him close.

“Goodnight my love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

***

You turn the faucet and warm water starts to run. Hands grip at your hips and kisses are placed against the back of your neck. He pulls the zipper down on the back of your dress. Every inch of skin that is revealed to him he sucks and nips at it.

“You looked so good in this dress.”

Turning around in his arms, you press a kiss to his lips. “Mm thank you.”

He growls as you bite his bottom lip.

“Reeza was awake, wasn’t she?”

“Definitely.”

You giggle and slip from his hold. “They’re so funny. I hope they were alright today.”

He sighs as he realizes he’s not getting as lucky as he originally thought. “Cyare, you worry too much. They said they had a great day.”

You slip into the bubbly water and lean forward, silently asking him to slide in behind you. “I can’t help it.”

He kicks off his pants and sits behind you, pulling you into his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

The two of you just stay against each other in the comfort of warm water for a second.

“Cyare?”

“Mmm?”

His hand moves over your stomach. “Are you sure you don’t want another one?”

You sigh. “Din, babe, the twins aren’t even one yet.”

“Soooo?”

You laugh, “You’re insatiable. You can ask again in a year. I need a break for right now.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I just love you so much.” You turn your head so he can press a kiss to your lips. “And our family.”

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