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Something woke you from your deep sleep, or the lack of something did. You opened your eyes to the darkness of your and Luke's shared bedroom and sighed at the empty side of the bed. He'd been doing this more often lately. The reason was obvious: you'd found another Force-sensitive child and he was leaving in a few days to see if they wanted to become a padawan. So far, Grogu was your only student and although Luke was an instant master at teaching, you knew he still stressed over whether he was good enough—whether he could complete the task Yoda had set in front of him. You never doubted him, but you could understand. You doubted your own teaching skills many times. And just like how he always comforted you, you pulled yourself out of bed to do the same for him.
You shivered in your oversized t-shirt as you padded down the cold hallway barefoot. Your hut on Yavin IV consisted of two bedrooms, an adjoining refresher, a small kitchen, and a workshop Luke had sequestered himself in. He sat on a stool with his back to you, hunched over your broken lightsaber hilt. Tools were scattered everywhere with his jacket thrown haphazardly over the table's edge.
Words felt too difficult in your groggy state, so you simply wrapped your arms around his middle, laying your cheek on the bit of bare shoulder exposed by his tank top.
He sighed and paused in his work, laying a hand on top of yours. "Hi, sweetheart. Sorry I woke you."
"'S okay," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. "Making any progress?"
"Almost there." He chuckled and leaned his head against yours. "You really did a number on it."
"Didn't mean to. Grogu was distracting me."
"Hm, he's good at that. What was he doing this time?"
"Trying to chase a butterfly off a cliff."
He laughed. "Oh, Maker."
You hesitated. "It'll still be there in the morning, you know. And so will the next child."
He didn't respond, just squeezed your hand harder in his.
You moved to stand before him, plopping on his lap and squeezing between him and the table. He readily opened his arms for you and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your neck as you leaned yours on his shoulder. Your fingers weaved into the hair at the back of his head and began to gently massage. He sighed and you felt him melt underneath you, running a hand along the curve of your side.
"I'll miss you when I'm away," he murmured in your ear. "We've never been apart for this long."
"I know." You kissed his jaw softly and nuzzled into his neck as his fingers ran through your hair. "I'll miss you, too…Promise me you'll be careful."
"I will. Try not to walk off any cliffs chasing after Grogu."
You laughed sleepily and pulled back to look at him, gently tracing the contours of his face with your thumb. He smiled softly at the gesture, closing his eyes as you stroked your fingers over the bags underneath. "You know, it's a lot easier to be careful when you've had enough sleep."
His face fell. "I just…" He opened his eyes and leaned into your touch. "Rebuilding the Jedi…is a lot."
"I know. You're not doing it alone though."
His smile returned and you felt his love for you flow through the Force. "I know. I'm so glad I found you and that you're here."
You pressed your lips to his, reveling in his greedy reciprocation and the press of his hands against your skin. For several moments, you just let yourself get lost in his taste and smell. His upcoming trip would likely be uneventful, but you still committed everything to memory to keep you warm while he was away: the silkiness of his hair, his Tatooine-roughened and pockmarked skin, the gentle insistence of his hands, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip.
Before you could get too distracted, you began to pull away, laughing against his mouth when he leaned forward to follow you.
He chuckled with you. "Where are you going?"
"I need to tell—mmph." He cut you off with another deep kiss that almost made you forget what you wanted to say all over again. You stared at him for a moment and took his face between your hands. "You're doing amazing and I'm really proud of you."
His blue eyes widened slightly and you could feel a multitude of emotions burst through the Force as he burrowed his face into your shoulder. He pressed a soft, but insistent kiss to your skin. "I love you."
You sighed against him. "I love you, too."
"You've made my life incredible…even if you are a shirt thief."
You laughed and pulled back to look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He smiled. "Mm-hmm, I've been wondering where this shirt went."
"Oh no, this isn't your shirt."
He adjusted his legs so you were pressed even closer to his chest, holding you tightly. "Oh, just a coincidence that it looks exactly the same?"
You nodded, biting back your smile as he shook his head. His hand gently caressed the back of your head before pulling you forward to press his forehead to yours. You gently bumped your nose against his before giving him another lingering kiss. "This shirt thief wants you back in bed. We can worry about my lightsaber tomorrow."
"Ooohhh, so now you'll admit it."
"Do you want it back?"
He laughed. "No. It looks better on you anyway."
"Well, you'll have to take it back and wear it again at some point. How else will it smell like you?"
"Maker, you're impossible. And very lucky you're cute."
You laughed and slid off his lap, wrapping his discarded jacket around your shoulders. "Well, if you want this back, you'll have to come back to bed."
Your heart fluttered at the smile he gave you, abandoning your saber to take your hand and follow you back to the bedroom. As you navigated the dark hallway and settled back into bed, you could sense his pride, love, admiration, and a little arousal through the Force. He sighed in contentment as you laid your head against his chest.
"Incoming," he murmured into your hair.
Before you could question him, the door to your bedroom creaked open slightly and a tiny silhouette with large ears toddled towards your bed. You smiled at the tiny groans and grunts that left him as he hauled himself up onto the mattress. He was trying to be sneaky, but you could see his head bobbing under the covers and felt his ears bump against your legs.
You couldn't hold in your laugh. "We can see you, Grogu."
The covers lifted to reveal two large eyes and downturned ears. He made a little squeal of discontent, and you could sense his nervousness and lingering nightmare through the Force.
"You're perfectly safe here, Grogu," Luke said, gently petting his head. "Remember, don't let your fears consume you. We're here to protect you, just down the hall."
He cooed sadly and his ears sloped down even more. He turned his big dark eyes to you and even in the dark, you could picture his pleading face perfectly. You turned to Luke. "Well…one late-night cuddle session wouldn't hurt, right?"
Luke looked back and forth between you in the dark and laughed as his head fell back against the pillow. "I can't handle both of you doing the eyes at once…All right, but just for tonight."
Grogu chirped happily before crawling to settle against your chest, his little green hands gripping your shirt. You smiled as he nuzzled into you, glancing at Luke as he wrapped an arm around you to bring you both closer.
His fingers gently brushed your cheek. "You look good…holding a child."
You met his gaze. "Yeah?"
He smiled and kissed your hair. "Yeah."
"What are you gonna do about it, Skywalker?"
"I can think of several things."