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-Tifa

Cara leaned back against the closed door and looked around the bathroom. A small sigh escaped her lips. When Din had grabbed her wrist, his hand was bare.

She noticed his armor hanging nearly on a hanger on a clothing rack. He took great pride in that armor, of course he would treat it accordingly, rather than leave it sprawled about the bathroom floor or counter.

She turned the nozzle for the water and before she stripped she remembered she needed a towel, otherwise she'd be in the same situation Din was just in a few minutes before. She opened the door and reached out for a towel.

Din was standing by the baby carrier, looking in at The Child with his head tilted slightly. She noticed him gently stroke the baby's cheek with the back of his index finger, this caused Cara to smile softly.

Din looked in her direction, hearing the door click open.

"You okay?" He questioned, his

voice carried a mild worried tone.

Cara nodded her dark head.

"Just needed a towel." She waved it before going back into the bathroom.

Din watched her close the door and he sighed quietly. He could've. When she had brought the towels to him, in his moment of vulnerability, he could've asked her to keep her eyes closed and maybe he could've stolen a kiss. But, she likely would've opened her eyes and then it would all be over for him.

But that didn't mean he didn't want to kiss her eventually. Some how. Although, it may not be the best idea.

Suddenly, he was jolted from his thoughts at the sound of a pounding on the door.

He turned, made sure the baby carrier was closed and slowly went to the door. He peered through the small visibility hole, noticing a familiar face with fluffy brown hair. The petite woman stood there with her hands on her hips and her toe tapping.

The Mandalorian opened the door, hesitantly as he was without all his armor and he dare not disturb Cara from her bath.

Peli Motto shook her head.

"So? You decide to drop in and not tell me huh? Where's the little squirt I wanna see him!" She chimed, craning her neck to look behind The Mandalorian.

Din looked at her and shook his head. "It's sleeping." He stated. "How'd you find me?"

"Oh that was easy, the whole town was talking about you and your lady friend today." She shrugged her shoulders. "If you two are willing to stay a few more nights, I'll put you up. I could use your help with something." She admitted.

"And what's that?" Din inquired before checking around the area and then finally ushering her inside.

"Thank you." Peli Said as she stepped inside. She watched the Mandalorian close the door and the two crossed the room. He offered her a seat on the couch and she took it. "There's been some thugs coming in and messing with my equipment at night, particularly my droids. I'm not sure who's doing it, probably just some annoying teenagers. But you can never be too sure. They always sink around with the security cameras so I can't catch the little buggers."

"Are they stealing from you? Or just messing with your droids?" Din folded his arms across his chest and looked at her.

"There's been a few things taken from me. Nothing significant has come up missing. I'll happily watch the baby while you and your friend keep a lookout and put a stop to the mischief."

"I'll talk with Cara. I don't mind taking a look." Din informed her with the nod of his silver helmet.

Just then, Cara opened the bathroom door and stepped out, only clad in a towel as she wanted to change clothes and her bag was outside the bathroom.

Beneath the helmet, Din Djarin blushed. So much so, that he felt it. But Peli's presence kept him from doing or saying anything inappropriate.

"Oh, who's this?" Cara didn't bat an eye, nor did she seem too embarrassed about her current state in the slightest. She simply adjusted her grip on the towel around her body and looked at the stranger sitting on the couch.

"She's a friend." Din managed to say, trying to distract himself from the alluring Cara Dune, who was quite scantily clad.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something." Peli stammered, wondering just what she walked in on, but she was piecing it together. The Mandalorian was missing his beskar, his partner barely clothed. She got it.

"I'm Peli. It's nice to meet you. Now." She said as she rose from her place on the couch, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as the tension in the room built. "I'll let you two be, and he can explain more about the situation. If you two agree, just come by my shop tomorrow and we'll sort out a plan from there."

The Mandalorian nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

Cara only nodded, unsure what she was agreeing to, but she decided to just stay quiet so the woman could get on with her day.

She watched as Din opened the door for her and let the woman out. Once he closed the door he kept his back to her. Standing there looking at the door.

She was a bit concerned, feeling as though he may be angry with her, or embarrassed by her. It wasn't her fault, she didn't know there would be a guest when she came out.

"I'm-"

"Cara-," they both said at the same time.

"I'm sorry." Cara continued, as Din finally turned around and faced her.

"What? Why?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Oh. I thought you might be upset I came out like this while she was here, obviously she thought that we were about to or maybe just finished having-"

"No, no." He waved his hand. "It's fine." He shook his head, again his cheeks felt warm and he was ever so grateful for his helmet. "She needs our help with some kids who keep breaking into her shop and messing with her droids."

"You and I, we normally go out and end people is this what she wants with the kids? Seems kinda harsh." Cara tucked in her towel and took a second one and began drying her dark locks.

Din watched her do so, before looking away as to not get sucked into her beauty too long. "No, well catch them. Give them a scare and be done with it." He informed before snagging a pillow from the bed and heading over to the couch. He tossed it onto the couch and did his best to lay down in a semi-comfortable position.

"You gonna sleep like that?" She turned to face him and sat on the edge of the bed. "Seems kind of short for your legs there Mando."

"It's fine."

Cara paused for a brief moment. She was unsure if she should invite him, but she felt guilty making him sleep on the small piece of furniture when the bed was perfectly capable of sleeping the two of them and then some. "I don't mind if you sleep next to me."

"I-" He stammered. "I'm sure the couch is fine." He didn't want to impose, or cause her to feel uncomfortable. Besides, for all he knew Cara kicked or punched in her sleep.

"Okay, suit yourself. But I promise I don't bite." She giggled softly before pulling a set of clean clothing from her bag and walking back to the bathroom.

Once she was changed she walked back to the bedroom. Din was in the same position he had been in when she went in. Cara shook her head, grabbed one of the blankets from the bed and draped it over him.

"Thank you." He said quietly. He felt her hand gently pat his shoulder and he watched as she checked on The Child before climbing into bed herself and laying down.

The following morning, Din woke up feeling a little stiff, but he stretched out and shook it off. He heard a cooing sound and noticed Cara feeding The Child a piece of bread.

The Child seemed happy and growled at her when she stopped offering food. Cara chuckled heartily.

"Slow down, little one." She wiped its face and looked over when she noticed Din rise from his place on the couch. "Oh, look who's up."

"Thank you," he paused. "For feeding The Child."

"You know, you really need to give this guy a name."

"Its a boy?" Din inquired.

"Yes its a boy." Cara looked at Din wondering if he'd hit his head. "Now what are you going to name your son?"

"I…" Din stammered. "What about Torin Djarin."

"Finally. He has a name." Cara smiled back at him. "Now lets go catch some brats."