Odd Bounty

A Choice Made

His wife?

He claimed her as his wife?

That was a shock yes but as she lightly traced his face she couldn't see anyone else.

She only saw him.

She would only ever see him.

"Thank you for saving me Din."

He lightly caressed her cheek. "You're worth rescuing. I see that now."

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "I'll always be a Veile, Din but I choose to be a Djarin now."

His eyes widened in shock, his hands landing on her shoulders lightly. "Telana? Are you...You're sure?"

She nodded her head quickly, gracing him with a brilliant smile.

"Yes, I want to be Telana Djarin. I want to be your wife. I will always want to be yours."

"Telana Djarin. My wife."

She giggled, gently brushing her fingers through his hair as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.

"Din Djarin...my husband."

She had accepted the claim.

The bond was complete. She was his wife now.

And she would be his until the end.

"I like the sound of that."

He lifted her up with a laugh, tears spilling down his cheeks as he spun her around. She clutched at his shoulders, dropping his helmet in shock before dissolving in laughter as she slid into his embrace, nuzzling her face into his neck. Her own tears soaking the into his skin.

He suddenly felt much lighter than he had felt in years. Because of her.

"My wife."

It had been an uphill battle for them both from the beginning. He had hated everything about her so viciously...only seeing her as a droid and not this beautiful gentle woman in front of him. She wormed her way into his heart and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Fett was right.

She had found every single one of his weak spots and with her gentle touch and innocent eyes...filled them with the purest kind of love and kindness. His heart was hammering against his ribs as he held her in his arms.

His wife.

His face hurt from how widely he was smiling.

He was whole now.

"Din, your helmet!"

"Its fine. Pure Beskar's not going to dent just by being dropped."

The small bag flitted into his thoughts and he set her on her feet with a gentle kiss before pulling it from his belt.

"I have something for you."

"Oh?"

"Mandalorians don't use rings as they tend to cause issues with our armor so the Armorer made this for you to wear."

He pressed the bag into her hands and when the object tipped into her palm, fresh tears fell from her eyes.

Her hand reached up and traced the mudhorn symbol on his pauldron before putting the necklace in his hands and turning her back to him, moving her hair to one side.

His hands were actually shaking as he unclasped the chain and draped it around her neck. The skin of her neck was soft and the few tendrils of her hair that touched his hand had felt smooth like silk. He connected the clasp before leaning forward to press a kiss to her collarbone causing her to shiver.