Zam walked in, yawning.
"Guh mohnin', Janno," she mumbled.
Jango absently replied, "Good morning."
"I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Oh?" (Not listening.)
"I dreamed that our life was a holo-drama."
"How nice." (Still not listening.)
"A very popular one that practically everyone watched before some weird mouse guy bought it."
"Enthralling." (Do I really need to tell you?)
"And we were the villains."
"Just what I always wanted." (Okay, I'm done.)
"And you killed me."
"Wonderful."
"And some bald guy with a purple lightsaber beheaded you."
"I'm sure."
"And we tried to kill a Senator, but her lover saved her, which doesn't make sense, since her lover was a Jedi; and Jedi aren't allowed to love."
"Oya."
"And all of a sudden, Boba was walking around in green armor, working for a creepy robot in a black opera cape."
"Good for him."
"You aren't listening to me, are you?" Zam huffed.
"It was only a dream."
"Eh. Probably right. But just in case . . ."
Jango was suddenly aware of Zam's close proximity.
"Uh, Zam-what are you doing-"
Zam kissed him. Jango stiffened, but gradually relaxed as a peculiar warmth spread across his lips.
She pulled away, and Jango tried to glare at her. "What the shab was that for?!" he demanded.
"For being such an annoying little-"
They both just then noticed Boba staring at them with wide eyes.
"How long have you been doing that?" he asked.
Zam turned bright red, and letting out a little shriek, she fled the room.
Jango glared at his son. "Don't. Tell. Anyone."
"What if I'm tortured?" the six-year-old boy asked with feigned innocence.
"Who would torture you?"
"The Nulls."
"Since when . . ." Jango's voice trailed off. "Boba-why are you wet?"
"Ordo shoved me down a 'fresher."
Jango began to walk out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Boba asked.
"To have a chat with Skirata."
"Oh. Are you and Zam getting married?"
Jango whirled around. "What?!"
"Well, she kissed you. And in books, people always kiss before they get married. And-"
Groaning, Jango snapped, "We are not getting married."
Boba was silent for approximately ten seconds.
"So I'm not getting a baby brother? Or sister?"
Jango stifled a long and complicated curse word. Stupid Zam! Always having to put ideas in his son's head!
But you did like the kiss, an annoying voice in his head whispered. He shoved it away.
"No, Boba, we are not getting married; we are not having a baby; and you are not getting a brother or sister."
Boba pouted.
A/N: Gods, I have no idea why I wrote this. I totally screwed Jango's personality. Oh, well.
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