Space Cowboy ━━ 𝘖𝘕𝘌-𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚.

I'll Take Care of You (DRABBLE)

summary — You wake up to your riduur feeling ill, and for once you finally have the chance to care for him just as he has for you. Despite his protests, you're not willing to let go of that chance very easily.

content — Pure fluff, sick!din

word count — 885

When you awoke and still felt the warmth of your husband beside you, you knew something was wrong.

Din rarely ever stayed in bed with you in the mornings. He would usually leave before you woke up from your slumber, or else you wouldn't allow him to get up. Its not that he doesn't want to be with you — on the contrary, he would love to stick around and cuddle all day with you. But a bounty hunter's life is extremely busy and hectic, and the earlier he started in the day, the quicker he could return to the Crest with you.

So when you found he was still asleep, you couldn't help but feel suspicious. Maybe he just needed a short amount of extra sleep?

Carefully, you moved onto your back and tried to climb out of the cramped space in the cot you two shared. But when you felt him shift in his sleep and cling to you by wrapping his strong arms around your middle, you were compelled to stay put for him to get some extra rest. He deserved to sleep some more, though no matter how many times you suggested it he refused. That's Din for you — stubborn and headstrong.

But you loved him anyway.

Upon realizing he felt warm — a lot warmer than he usually was — you furrowed your brows and gently turned yourself to face him. His hot breath fanned against your face now, and he snored louder which was a difference from the soft snores you were accustomed to, as if he were congested... and if you weren't so tight together in the limited space, you wouldn't have noticed how he trembled even with you and the additional heat the blanket provided. It wasn't even that cool in the ship.

He's sick.

Bringing your hand up to meet with his forehead, you took notice of the heated skin underneath your fingers. Now you were completely certain he wasn't feeling well, or else he wouldn't even be here at all. Knowing Din, if he woke now he would pretend like there was nothing wrong at all and continue on with his day. At least that gave you an excuse to stay in bed with him.

It seemed that wouldn't last long because at feeling your icy palm against the heated skin of his forehead, his eyes fluttered open and you instantly retracted your hand in hopes of keeping him asleep. As he tried to blink away his bleariness, you gently slid your fingers into his silky curls and soothingly caressed the back of his neck.

"Shhh," you whispered, hoping to ease him back into sleep. "Go back to sleep, love."

His gentle brown gaze met with yours and you perceived a certain tiredness in his eyes you hadn't detected before. Muttering something incoherent under his breath about having to get up, he attempted to lift himself out of the cot but you sat up along with him and prevented him from getting out as you held onto his arm, tenderly pulling him back to face you instead.

"Din, you're sick. Don't think you're going hunting like this."

"I'm not—" he objected, the hoarseness in his voice evidently clear. "I'm not sick. I'm fine."

You shook your head, giving him a sympathetic look and bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. "No, you're not. Stop lying. How are you really feeling, Din?"

He leaned into your touch, his eyes flickering closed and you couldn't help but let a soft smile escape your lips. "Like a pile of bantha crap," he grumbled, letting out a content sigh at feeling you.

At hearing his words, you pulled him in closer to you and rested his head onto your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, immediately welcoming your warmth. "Stay, alright?" you soothed him, placing a quick kiss on the top of his head. "It's okay to skip a day of hunting. Won't make much a difference."

"I have to go..." he murmured into your chest. "Need the credits."

You could tell he was already beginning to doze off by the lack of words he spoke, and you had a feeling you could get him to finally give in. "We're fine," you reassured him. "Let me help you feel better. I'll take care of you."

He heaved a sigh. Then, "M'kay..."

"I'll be right back," you told him as you eased him back to lie down again, pulling the blanket over his shoulders in an attempt to keep him warm and comfortable. "I'm gonna make you some soup. It'll help."

He nodded at you, and when he closed his sleepy eyes, you left the cot with a grin on your face. Not because of how Din was feeling, but to finally be having him stay with you longer, even if it were just for a day or two. At least you could care for him like he had cared for you countless times.