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You were the only person who could find Din Djarin anywhere at any time. Of course, that was because he’d given you the means to do so. You hadn’t used it in some time. The two of you had fought and you feared if you annoyed him, he’d take back the locator. Then again, he trusted you even when he was angry with you so maybe he wouldn’t.
You’d been considering tracking him down to try to make amends, but part of you feared he wouldn’t want to. But then word came to you of him rescuing a bounty. Of him double crossing the client. That wasn’t like Mando at all, so you knew he must have a damn good reason. You also knew he’d need all the help he could get.
When you finally found him, he was grasping a package and fighting off the six men that had him surrounded. Normally you wouldn’t have worried about him with those odds, but six against one with only one hand was a stretch even for him. When he took down the last man, he paused to catch his breath. He didn’t even notice one of the men on the ground rolling over, blaster in hand. But you did.
One shot from your own blaster and the man was down for good. Mando spun at the sound and aimed his weapon at you. You holstered yours and gave him a little smirk. He lowered the blaster and tilted his head.
You ran your eyes over him. You’d missed him. “I see you upgraded the armor.”
“Had to.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Mando.”
“What are you doing here?” He sounded cautious. You also noticed he had yet to holster his blaster. That wasn’t like him. Not with you. Not for a long time.
Before you could respond, the package in his arm cooed and a small green head with huge ears popped out. You knew instantly that this was the bounty he’d rescued. Mando wouldn’t admit it, but he had a soft spot for kids. Always had. If someone thought he’d turn his back while they harmed one, they were sorely mistaken. Well, you guessed they’d figured that out on their own if the rumors were true.
“Been hearing a lot of chatter on you.” You gestured at the kid. “This explains most of it. Thought you could use a hand.”
He put his gun away then and stepped toward you. “You came to help me out without even knowing what was going on? Even after…”
“You can’t be that surprised.”
A sound that was almost a laugh came from his helmet. “No. I guess I’m not. Come on.” He walked off without waiting to see if you’d follow. He didn’t have to.
You trailed behind him and the kid, scanning the area for threats as you moved. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the Razor Crest. It looked exactly the same as it always had. You wondered how Din was doing without you around to do the repair work.
He closed the ship up behind you and you held out your hands for the kid. “I’ll take…him? Her?”
“Him,” he answered while maintaining his grip on the kid.
You nodded. “I’ll take him. You get us in the air.”
“Yeah. All right.” He handed over the bundle and disappeared to the cockpit.
The kid was strangely adorable. “All right, kid. Let’s take a look around and see if Mando’s made any changes, huh?”
It didn’t take you long to discover everything was exactly as you’d left it. Which meant Din was still sleeping in the cockpit. Which also meant he had no intention of you joining him anytime soon. Idiot.
Your little buddy yawned and blinked his eyes. With a smile you got him settled in the makeshift bed you’d found. “Goodnight,” you told him as you secured him to make sure he didn’t wander off anywhere.
Taking a deep breath for courage, you climbed up to the cockpit. You sat in one of the seats behind Din and watched him as he programed the ship. He didn’t acknowledge your presence in the slightest. When he finished, he sat in silence and you let him. There were things to be said, but you weren’t going to start the conversation.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he finally said.
“I gathered from your reaction. You had to know I’d come back eventually.” You sounded tired, which you supposed you were. Tired of all this tension between you and the man in front of you.
He turned his chair so it faced you. Even with his helmet on, you could feel his gaze on you. “Actually, I didn’t. I was afraid I pushed too far this time. I hoped however.”
“You could have come after me, Din.” You rarely spoke his given name so he paid attention when you did.
“I did. Twice. Saw you and chickened out. I couldn’t take you telling me you didn’t want anything else to do with me. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”
“Did the great Din Djarin just confess to being afraid of something?” you teased. He wasn’t given to emotional confessions so you were going to enjoy this while you could.
“Afraid of losing you? Always.” He leaned forward and laid his hand against your cheek. A sound of disgust escaped him as he yanked his hand back and took off his gloves, tossing them to the floor. When he placed his hand on your face again, you sighed at the warmth and the feel of his skin against yours. It had been too long.
“I missed you,” you confessed.
Din nodded then cleared his throat. “Stay.”
“Why?” He’d made it very clear the last time you’d seen him that he didn’t need you, didn’t want you.
He leaned back and looked down at his lap. His shoulders moved as he sighed. Then he did the thing you were least expecting: he took off his helmet. A grin covered your face as you ran your eyes over him. You hadn’t seen his face in so long. Despite the current state of your relationship, you needed to touch him. You moved to his lap and his arms instantly wrapped around you to support you. You ran your fingers over his cheeks and through his hair.
His lips pressed against yours in a quick kiss then he laid his forehead on yours. “I never wanted you to leave.”
You pulled back with a frown. “That is most certainly not what you said at the time.”
He traced your cheek with his nose. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”
You didn’t say anything as you remembered the fight that had caused you to leave in the first place. The two of you had been on a job and you would have been killed had Din not been there. The fight over you not being careful devolved into a yelling match about you feeling like his partner rather than his wife. He’d then informed you that wasn’t about to change and told you to leave if you had a problem with it. So you did. And you missed him the moment you stepped off the Razor Crest alone.
Now, here he was asking for forgiveness. With his helmet off, nonetheless. And the truth was, you were so tired of being angry. Of being hurt. “I’m not sleeping in the cockpit, Din.”
He gave you a lopsided smile and shook his head. He got the two of you on your feet then wrapped your hand in his to give it a little squeeze. You followed as he led you deeper into the ship. He stopped along the wall not far from where the child slept. He tugged on a handle and a bed folded out from the wall. An actual bed just big enough for two if you didn’t mind snuggling.
He stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I can’t promise not to get pissed when you’re hurt or in danger but I can promise that I’ll try harder to be your husband and not just your partner.” He buried his face in your neck, pressing a kiss in the curve between your neck and shoulder. “I missed you so much it hurt. Please come back home. Stay with me.”
You turned in his arms and looked him over again, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You kissed him, a slow, sweet embrace that promised more. When you pulled from his arms, his lips curled in a frown. You sat on the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. You grinned as you patted the mattress beside you. “Stay with me.”
His grin mirrored your own as he stripped off the beskar piece by piece. Once he was left in his tunic and breeches, he crawled into the bed behind you and pulled you back to lay with him. He stayed propped on one elbow as he smiled down at you and ran a thumb over your cheek. “I will never stop loving you.”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” you replied before tugging him forward by his tunic and getting lost in his lips.