Family (Din x gn!reader)
Had a bad brain day today so I decided to write. Grogu has a nightmare and you and Din try to calm him down.
CW: None, fluffy as hell because what else do you expect from me at this point.
Part Two: Safe
You woke from a dead sleep to a hand gently shaking you awake and loud, high pitched wailing that could only mean one thing: Grogu was having another nightmare.
You’d been traveling with Din as Grogu’s caretaker for several weeks now. You loved your job. You loved the adorable, green ray of sunshine. And, well– you certainly had complicated feelings about the battle-hardened, armor clad man that had wormed his way into your heart. But, the past few nights had been absolutely exhausting.
“I’m sorry,” a sleepy Din said, helmet pointed down at where you lay on your cot in the cargo bay and struggling to be heard over the poor kid in his arms. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “He just– He won’t stop crying. I’ve been trying. I think he wants you again.”
Grogu was propped up on his dad’s unarmored hip, his little hands clutching at the soft fabric of Din’s undershirt as he turned his tearful gaze to you.
“It’s okay,” you replied, giving Din a sympathetic look before turning your attention toward the child. “Honey, what’s wrong, huh? Why are you so upset?”
You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him close to your chest to calm him down. The rumpled appearance of the man across from you made your heart ache. He really was a good dad.
Even when he’s utterly exhausted like this, a warmth spreads through Din’s chest at the sight of you with his child. It was something he often tried to ignore in an attempt to keep things uncomplicated. But, at times like these, when sleep blurs the lines between his thoughts, he can't save himself from the feeling.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart. You’re safe. You’re okay,” you cooed, frowning down at the shaking bundle in your arms as you paced back and forth in the cramped space.
Din could do nothing but stand there, feeling a bit out of place. Guilt weighed heavily on him. He saw how terribly exhausted you were these past few days, and he was too.
Grogu’s wailing continued, his harsh cries punctuated by soft sniffling and the occasional whimper. Minutes that felt like hours had passed, and you were still unsuccessful in your attempts at comfort. You took a few steps closer to Din and shook your head.
“I don’t know what else to do,” you whispered with a shake of your head, at a loss and ready to give up. “He’s gonna make himself sick.” At this point, it was just a waiting game. He’d tire himself out eventually, but there was no sign of stopping anytime soon.
You stood beside Din, and he reached over to rub small circles into the kid’s back. Then, an idea popped into your head.
Suggesting it was going to be quite the risk, you thought, and your cheeks heated thinking about it.
It’s not that big of a deal. You’re grown adults.
“Mando,” you said, building up the courage for what you were about to say next.
“What if we sleep together— I mean— like, with the kid? In the bunk. I just thought maybe he’ll calm down if we’re both with him.”
If a blank stare was able to be conveyed through nothing but body language, that’s what he was giving you. Din was caught off guard at your suggestion, and his hand froze on Grogu’s back. He’d kept his distance all this time, but here you were, standing in front of him and asking to get closer. If he said yes, he’s not sure he’d be able to stay away much longer. The prospect of having a “clan of three” was taunting him more and more with each passing day.
“We— we can just wait it out though, if that’s easier,” you said, distracted again by Grogu and rocking him gently as he whimpered in your arms. Din’s silence was discouraging.
“No— no, we can try it.”
You couldn’t stop a smile from flashing across your face.
The two of you stood there for a minute before you made the first move, carefully transferring Grogu into Din’s arms and grabbing the floppy, thin pillow from your cot to toss it in the bunk.
You crawled in, setting your pillow up and turning back to take Grogu from Din. Once the both of you were in, you realized just how small the space really was. You took a deep inhale. It all smelled like him and the sheer pleasantness of it was threatening to lull you back into a deep sleep had the kid not been in so much distress.
It was awkward at first, the three of you trying your best to find a comfortable position, but finally, emboldened by total exhaustion, you nestled into Din’s side as Grogu laid on his chest.
It was an innocent scene, one that Din would prefer to burn into his mind for eternity. You, in all your softness and beauty, tucked into his warmth with his arm wrapped around you. His son lying on his chest, gentle whimpers turning into even gentler snores. The part that gripped at his heart like a vice was how Grogu’s tiny hand wrapped around your finger so naturally.
A clan of three. Fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces.
For so long, Din had craved this feeling that you and Grogu now offered up to him so freely.