A Good Thing

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Chapter 22

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A/N About 5 months later. 9 months post season 2 finale.

Din stepped up behind Omera where she stood at the table in their home. He brushed her hair to the side and dropped a kiss to her neck, hands skimming along her sides and around to cover the swell where his youngest child grew. Letting out a content sigh, Omera leaned into him.

"How was town?"

Din and a few others had taken three barrels of spotchka and a portion of their early krill harvest into town to trade that morning. It had been his turn to go but it had made him anxious leaving her and Winta here. He hadn't said anything yet, but there was something in the air that set his teeth on edge. Something was coming for their peace.

Cara said she had warned off Bo-Katan for eight months when she'd visited. It had been eight months. Perhaps that was all it was. Now that Omera was pregnant, he just wished he could hold her off at least for another few months.

It didn't help any that Winta seemed to be struggling with the idea of a new baby. She had been happy about it at first, but recently she had been acting out. Din wasn't sure if that was the only reason but Hannah had assured them that it was completely normal.

"It was town. It was uneventful. Where's Winta?"

Omera turned to look back at him over her shoulder. "She came home after lessons but didn't stay for lunch. I think she is with the other children."

He pursed his lips and looked out the window. The sounds of children playing could be heard but he couldn't see them. "You think that's where she is? Are you sure?" He had managed to keep his voice even, but something of the tension he felt must have bled through. Omera turned to him fully, her face a mask of concern.

"Din, is everything alright?"

Sighing, he hung his head. "I... something's just... I feel so anxious. I hated to leave you today." Rubbing at his chest, Din looked back out the window. "I feel like I need to have eyes on you both all the time or else..."

She put a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "Or else what, Din?"

Kriff. He shouldn't have said anything. She looked so worried now and it was probably just down to Bo-Katan. Pressing his forehead to hers, he tried to calm down before he answered. "It's probably nothing. I guess I'm just expecting the Gauntlet to drop out of the sky any day to haul me away to Mandalore."

Her thumb traced along his cheek for a moment before she spoke again. "You know you aren't going to lose us just because you decide to go with her, Din. We go where you go. But if it would make you feel better, go find Winta. I'm sure she would like to spend some time with you."

It made his heart ache just a bit when she echoed the familiar sentiment. This was different, he had to remind himself. Omera was his wife, Winta wasn't force sensitive like Grogu and this baby wouldn't be either. He wouldn't have to give them up to a stranger. They would always go where he did.

"Alright. I'll find her. Maybe we can practice more. She's getting good with my smaller knife." Momentarily distracted, a smile almost formed. Winta wanted to be like him someday, 'a warrior.' It made him proud how seriously she took their lessons. "I should probably start her on moving targets."

She leaned up and kissed him before sending him on his way. He looked back over his shoulder at their home twice as he walked towards the sounds of children. The feeling of something just not quite right still twisted infuriatingly at the edges of his senses.