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Din watches as she stands up slowly in his peripherals, so as not to jostle the kid sleeping in her arms. She places him gently down on the seat she just vacated, swaddled in a blanket the two of them had bought in a market a few planets ago.
The blue glow of hyperspace flashes across her skin as she turns to watch the stars fly by in streaks of white light. He can’t resist turning his head further towards her as she raises her joined hands above her head and stretches, a satisfied hum filling the cockpit after the pops and clicks of her stiff spine have settled.
He watches transfixed as the comfortable and loose trousers she wears during long trips shift and fall down to rest lower on her hips. The soft long sleeved shirt that seems to cling to her every curve rides up until it bunches up around her waist, leaving the lower plain of her stomach exposed.
He’s almost disappointed when her arms lower and cover that small sliver of skin with material again, but then she notices the tilt of his helmet towards her and sends him a sleepy smile.
Taking a couple of steps forward, she lowers until she can gently press her forehead to his helmet, one of her hands coming up to rest on the back of his neck. In return his gloved hand raises to the back of her head, simply holding her.
“I’m gonna take him down and get some proper sleep, Force knows we all need it.”
Her words are murmured, so soft that if she were any further from him he would never have heard them.
He opens his eyes to just watch her for a moment, he’ll forever wonder and marvel at the contented smile gracing her face. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is relaxed, deep and even and if he didn’t know better he’d think she’d fallen asleep crouched next to the pilots seat.
Stars, he wishes this could last forever. The quiet sounds of the three beings in the space breathing, the security of having them both in arms reach. The swirling vortex of endless hyperspace stretching out, encasing everything in that ethereal light, thousands of stars passing by, inconsequential compared to the two people in the galaxy that wormed their way through the layer of beskar and right into his heart.
“I’ll join you both in a minute,”
Her eyelids flutter open to look up at him, eyes always seeming to find his even through the tinted visor of his helmet, she hums softly in confirmation before her eyelids draw closed again. She sighs deeply before releasing her hand from him, standing with the help of the armrest of the chair he sits on.
The kid doesn’t stir as she picks him up, adjusting the blanket wrapped around his tiny frame and she tenderly runs his soft ear between her fingers, cradling him close to her body as she presses the button to open the door to leave the cockpit.
He sits and just watches the stars pass by, he hopes the wonder at this part of his life will never change, he hopes he never grows used to the various beauties of the galaxy.
As he stands, he stretches in much the same way as she had only minutes earlier, wincing at the crackles and pops his spine and shoulders make.
At only around two hours into an eleven hour jump, he’s confident that there’s enough time for a good amount of rest, and that he can shed the shell of beskar to sleep.
He checks over the switches and buttons one more time, nodding to himself as he determines that everything is right before he exits the cockpit and climbs down the ladder to where she and the kid wait.
His helmet’s display lets him see in the encompassing darkness in this area of the ship and he smiles to himself when he sees that she’s already asleep, one arm curled loosely around the kid.
His armour and gear comes off piece by piece until he’s in nothing but his shirt, trousers, gloves and helmet. He tugs the fabric on his hands off and lays them on top of the neat pile of things he’s made, before he grips the cool metal of his helmet, fingers finding the concealed latches and with a hiss of air he’s plunged into the black.
He sets the last piece down and takes two steps, crawling slowly and carefully onto the bunk so as not to disturb the two sleeping beings. He settles on his side, his front pressed to her back and drapes an arm across her midriff.
“Goodnight, love,” he murmurs into her hair.
She shifts minutely and he can practically see the smile on her face as she whispers into the dark.
“Goodnight Din,”