"I took a holovid. Do you want to see it?"

Dyrk smirked, his eyes still shut. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

"Show me yours first."

"It's in my besbe." Dyrk yawned and rolled toward the edge of the bed, reaching for his discarded armor.

"What's that mean?" Luke asked, making a halfhearted attempt to keep Dyrk from taking the blankets with him.

"In this case it means my stash bag. Could be armor though. Or tools." Dyrk rolled back with a small holoplayer in his hand. "Here. They were born two days ago. No other twins in the family, not on our side, and not on Kiva's. That's Ida and that's Rolka."

"Cute."

"It's about time I'm an uncle," Dyrk grunted. "Vik and Kiva have been married for almost ten years. So? Let's see yours."

Luke retrieved his comm device and sat up, sitting cross-legged on the bed. "I recorded this when he was about twelve days old." The projection flickered to life. "His name is Jonah."

"Jonah. Like those big trees on Mandalore?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Fett picked it. I think Leia was just glad it wasn't 'Jango.'" The recording showed his nephew sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms. Jonah had his father's coloring and a full head of dark curls. The comm beeped and he jerked and scowled, drawing his tiny fists up as if he was preparing to fight.

Dyrk laughed. "Haar'chak. He's all Fett, isn't he? Don't worry. I'm sure he'll take after his mother in other ways."

Luke turned the device off and dropped it in his lap. "He does take after Leia in one way," he said grimly. "The Force is strong in him."

"That's bad?"

"They'll never let me train him. Fett would die first, and Leia...she's afraid of what could happen."

"Sorry." Dyrk put his hand on his knee, his thumb rubbing lightly through Luke's sleeping pants.

"I just wish I could…" Luke lay down again, facing the other man. "I don't know."

"Give it time. You can't train a baby anyway." Dyrk transferred his hand to Luke's cheek. "How many nights has it been now?"

"How many nights since what?"

"Since you let me sleep in your bed."

"I don't know. There was the first time, and then the two days you were back from the outer rim, and then twice last month. Six, maybe, including last night?"

"Exactly six." He leaned in and gave Luke a light kiss.

It started as a concession. Luke was determined to avoid any arguments that might lead to feelings of anger, but it turned out that trying to avoid a fight was just as likely to cause one. They had a disagreement about something, and Luke threatened to leave, as he often did, and Dyrk backed down and apologized, as he often did.

"It's not important," he'd insisted with a forced smile. But Luke could feel the other man's frustration, gnawing at him with sharp teeth. He sighed.

"Can we just go to bed?"

"Sure we can." Dyrk sank down onto the couch and ran his hand over his short hair.

"I meant...in there." Luke gestured towards the bedroom.

Dyrk blinked up at him. "In your bed? With you?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure about that?"

"I'm sure."

It worked. Dyrk was as pleased as a child with a present and the disagreement was forgotten. They talked, they cuddled, they slept and woke up. It was far more comfortable than Luke had anticipated.

He especially liked this time in the mornings, the warmth, the drowsy intimacy. Dyrk's hand moved down his arm and found a new resting place at his hip. "And you know how I've been a model of restraint for those six nights?"

"You have?"

Dyrk ducked his head and nuzzled Luke's bare chest. His stubble scraped against his skin as he moved down, pressing his mouth against Luke's stomach.

"Hey," Luke said, bemused. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere really good, if you'll let me."

Arousal had an ebb and flow in the force, like a stream of running water. Luke seldom felt it on his own, but through Dyrk he could feel the pull of the current. He could drift into it and let it wash over and around him.

Dyrk pulled the waistband of his pants down just slightly and licked his abdomen. "Just lay back."

Nervousness cut in through the flow, tightening his stomach and making his mouth dry. "And then what?"

"And then I swallow that thick cock of yours," Dyrk replied, his voice low and rough. He cupped the curve of Luke's ass. "And then if it's up to me, maybe we could take a shower together." His fingers slipped into the crevice between his cheeks and Luke jerked, startled. "Maybe grab some lube and try a little of that. And then maybe you could slick up your hand and touch me. By that point you could probably slap my dick and make me come." Luke snorted, and Dyrk kissed his hip. "That's a joke. Don't slap my dick."

"And then what?"

Dyrk hummed thoughtfully. "Breakfast, probably. Most important meal of the kriffing day."

"Maybe we should do that first."

"You're only saying that because you've never had a blowjob before." He started to ease down Luke's pants, but a sharp chirp made them both jump.

"Oh. That's my-" Luke twisted, trying to locate his commlink in the sheets.

"Haar'chak," Dyrk sat up a little. "I felt it vibrate. Where is it?"

It chirped again, and Luke finally got his hands on it. "It's Leia. I should-"

Dyrk exhaled and rolled to the opposite edge of the bed. "Yeah. Go ahead."

Luke sat up on the edge of the bed and pushed the receive button. "Leia."

"Luke." She blinked at him, then looked to one side. "I thought you'd be up by now. Late night last night?"

"A friend dropped by. Is everything okay?" Everything was not okay. He could feel it. He could see it in her posture, in the way her hands were clutched together.

"Do you want to say 'hi' to Jonah?"

"Sure."

She moved the recorder. "Jonah, look, it's Uncle Luke."

His nephew gave his mother a blank look from his infant seat. Luke waved anyway. "Hi Jonah."

Leia turned the recorder back towards herself. "Can you talk? I'm not...interrupting anything?"

"No, now is fine." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dyrk roll out of bed on the opposite side and duck into the kitchen.

"I know we haven't talked much since Jonah was born, but I've been doing a lot of thinking. It turns out I have a lot of time to think when I'm up three times a night feeding him." She gave her son an exasperated look. "Anyway…I know I said I didn't want anything to do with the Force, but…" She paused, and Luke's heart skipped a beat. "I think I'm ready to know more. I need to know more."

He couldn't speak. It was all rushing through his mind too quickly. Why? And How? And more importantly, what would the first step be?

"I remember you told me about Dagobah. About training there. I was thinking…"

"Yes." He seized on it immediately. "We can go to Dagobah. But what about Jonah?"

"Boba can keep him on the ship. I'll just have to take a nursing break every three hours or so."

He wasn't exactly thrilled that the bounty hunter would be coming along. "So, Fett...he's…"

"I haven't told him yet." Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she glanced to one side, suggesting that her husband wasn't far away. "But I will."

"You don't have to," Luke said carefully. "Tell him you're going to visit me. Bring Threepio to watch Jonah."

Leia gave him a rueful smile. "I don't think you understand how my marriage works."

Luke stiffened. "He can't stop you. I'll come get you, I-"

"No, Luke." She shook her head. "That's not what I meant." She paused and then sighed heavily. "Lying about it would only twist the knife."

"Lying about what?" The voice came from outside of the recorder's range, but Leia looked up sharply.

"Luke, I have to go," she said brightly. "I have to have some words with my husband about making some godsdamn noise when he walks."

The recorder cut off. Luke sat there for a few minutes, letting it all sink in. When he stood, Dyrk was leaning on the door frame with a cup of caf in hand.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

"I have to." Luke replied, grabbing for his clothes. "She wants to go to Dagobah. She's ready." He had to move fast, before Fett could talk her out of it. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you when I get back."

"Right." Dyrk smiled tightly. "And when will that be?"

"I don't know. I'll comm you." Luke paused long enough to give him a quick kiss. "I'm really sorry." He hurried off the shower, barely registering Dyrk's muttered response.

"Whatever you need, Jedi. Just like always."