A Good Thing

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Chapter 44

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After he'd put Winta to bed, Din found his wife in the—what was to his mind obscenely opulent—fresher attached to their suite. She sat on a stool, her robe hanging half open exposing one of her beautiful swollen breasts to him as he watched her from the doorway. Scented steam filled the room from the sunken pool of heated water a few feet to her right, fogging the mirrors and beading on his beskar.

"Would you join me for a bath, Din?"

A small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, he watched her intently and began removing his armor.

"Did you have a nice time on the ship?"

He nodded, only taking his eyes from hers to unhook his back plate. "Mmhhmm. It's a nice ship. Catch up with Leia?"

"Yes... she's had an exciting decade, but I've had an excellent year." His smirk widened at that.

"Is that so?"

She pulled at the tie keeping her robe closed and it fell the rest of the way open and down her shoulders. "Yep. I met the best man this side of the galaxy and I married him. Now I have a growing family and a very sexy man to share my bed..." Her eyes flicked to the steaming water for half a moment. "Or my bath."

Beskar off and piled on the floor, he jerked down the zip on his flight suit and tugged his arms free, letting it slide down his hips to the floor. Her eyes darkened as she watched him slip his thumbs under the waistband of his compression pants to pull those off too.

Naked, he crossed the tiled floor to stand in front of her. She put her hands in his when he held them out to her and he pulled her to her feet.

"Gar cuyir ner kar'ta bal ner runi, Omera. Bal ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner ka'ra."

Her smile was tender and her eyes held all her love for him as she slid a hand up his neck and pulled him down. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum balyc, ner yaim."

A small gasp of surprise escaped between his lips before she kissed him. Din knew she had been learning Mando'a too, he'd been the one mostly teaching her, but she rarely used it. He was her home and if anyone had asked him, he'd say that she was his too. One hand cupped her jaw, the other traced down the side of her stomach as he deepened the kiss.

Suddenly she winced and pulled away, the hand that had been carding through his steam dampened hair now rubbing her back. Frowning in sympathy, Din brushed a lock of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear.

"Are you ok?"

Sighing heavily, Omera nodded and took his hand, leading him to the edge of the tub. "I will be." He followed her down the steps into the hot water and this time her sigh was one of pleasure. "Oh, this feels wonderful."

Din smiled and stepped up behind her and ran his hands where he knew it usually hurt, the water relieving his tense muscles as well. "Is it getting worse?" He pushed her braid over her shoulder and kissed her neck.

"Yes. I was wrong Din, it won't be two weeks..."

His hands stilled where they were digging into the tense skin along her lower spine. "No?" Pressing himself against her, he slid his hands around until he was covering her own at the base of her stomach. "How long?"

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and hummed. "A few days at the most. I've been having mild contractions off and on all evening but they could last a couple of days more. With Hannah's last baby she went through days before he finally came."