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Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Droid?

Summary:

Unable to sleep, you decide to pester your loving-but-annoyed Mandalorian husband with a very unconventional question.

Notes:

So we all know the “would you still love me if I was a worm” thing, right? …I Star Wars-ified it. Please enjoy.

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“Psst, hey.” Your muffled voice broke through the serene silence of the bedroom you shared with your husband, “Heeeyyy.

Din groaned as he was roused from sleep by your voice. Eyes still closed, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Your head rested on his shoulder, chin digging into his collarbone as you stared at him lovingly- and deliriously, from lack of sleep. “I have a question to ask you.”

He turned his head to look at you, opening his eyes and blinking the sleep away. “What is it, mesh’la?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a giggle. Din sighed as you calmed yourself and tried again. “Would you,” Another giggle, “would you still love me if I was a droid?”

The room was quiet for a moment, and you could practically feel Din’s annoyance radiating off of him. “No.”

“Din!” You cried out dramatically, voice still lowered so you wouldn’t wake Grogu in the other room, “You’re supposed to say ‘Yes, I’ll love you no matter what’!”

“Yes, I’ll love you no matter what.” Din repeated monotonously as he pulled you closer so that your head rested over his bare chest- over his heart. “Now go to sleep, cyar’ika.”

“I can’t!” You whined, so tired yet so unable to sleep. “I’ve tried to all night and now you’ve failed the biggest husband test in all of the galaxy-”

“Shh,” Din hushed you gently and began to run his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp- a trick he’d learned early on in your relationship to make you sleepy. “Go to sleep.”

Your shared bedroom was silent once more, save for the faint sound of breathing. As Din’s fingers rubbed you head and ran though your hair, you began to grow sleepier and sleepier.

“Y’know I’d still love you whether you became a droid or a damn bantha.“ Din whispered tiredly- but lovingly- into the silence.

“R’lly?” You mumbled into his chest, sounding seconds away from falling into a deep sleep.

“Yes, cyare, you’re the only one for me no matter what shape you take.” He said softly, starting to fall back asleep himself. “I love you.”

The only answer he received was your soft snores, but he knew you loved him too.

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