Chapter I: A Feeling That Should Be Shared
Jango Fett held the squealing infant to his chest as it thrust its fists through the air in a newborn's jerky movements.
Jango smiled down at the child, caring not about the Kaminoans and what they thought about his choice in taking the first clone, unaltered, as a son.
The Mandalorian smoothed down the damp, fuzzy hair that was so much like his own with a calloused hand. The hand of a warrior.
"Hello Boba." Jango smiled, offering a finger to the infant.
The tiny, caramel-coloured fingers curled around its father's index finger, snuggling down against Jango's chest and yawning contentedly.
Jango Fett felt a strange feeling flutter in his heart. A feeling stronger than love... a paternal bond between father and son.
"A strong Mandalorian you will make, Boba." Jango nodded to himself as he felt the strength in the tiny fingers.
Yet, Jango Fett felt that this feeling should be shared... that he should have a wife alongside him, sharing this moment together. The birth of their child.
Jango thought it over in great length. He had been offered a large sum of credits, weaponry and other material items, but his choice had been Boba. Albeit, the Kaminoans attempted to discourage his choice throughout the entire time his son had grown in an artificial womb.
Settling Boba in his own bed, Jango Fett then picked up his comm. link. "Hey, Zam?" He half-smiled at the changling.
"Hey, Fett. Want more help making credits?" Zam Wesel asked playfully.
"Actually, Zam..." Jango Fett looked at Boba over his shoulder. "I was wondering if you would like to come see something."
Zam raised an eyebrow at him. "Do I get a hint?" She asked curiously.
Jango grinned at her. "Not. A. Word."
Zam sat up, removing her feet from sight. "Fine, just give me a few hours."
The communication was cut, and Jango looked back at his baby, it's little fist curled into a tiny ball. Cocking his head to the side slightly, the Mandalorian compared Boba to the other materialistic riches he could have received, and knew that the child was the better reward, and that his choice had been right.