I don't own any of these characters, I don't make money from them, I just enjoy reading and writing about them.

Din Djarin sighed. Loudly. He was working on some needed repairs of the nav system of the Razor Crest, but not getting very far in his attempt. Due to a restless and somewhat sleepy little 'helper' who was not really helping much at all.

"Cara," the Mandalorian called, but there was no response from the former dropper. The kid kept grabbing at the wiring Din was trying to sort, and was making a mess of it. "Cara!" Still no reply. Din pulled his foundling away from the tangled wires and picked him up, then leaned over the ladder and yelled, very loudly, "Hey, Cara!" The kid jumped in surprise and started whimpering, tears welling in his eyes.

Din rolled his eyes and sighed again. "Sorry, kid, I'm not yellling at you." He placed his son on the floor beside him. He heard footsteps and saw Cara approaching at last. "About time!" he huffed. "Can you watch the little guy for a few minutes? I can't get anything done with him around."

Cara was not above having a bit of a temper herself, and she responded, "If you expect me to fine tune this... this... catastrophe you call a comlink, you need to take care of YOUR kid, yourself. Babysitting is not on my resume." She crossed her arms and glared at Djarin.

"Well, fine. I'll just leave the navigations as they are, and next time we exit hyperspace, don't come crying on my shoulder if we end up in an asteroid field!" Din exclaimed sarcastically.

"It wouldn't be my fault if we did. You're the one who puts off minor repairs until everything is falling apart, then you think you can just snap your fingers and have them all done. It's not as if I don't have better things to do with my time than to be puttering around with an antique ship."

"This antique ship has saved your skin on more than one occasion!" Din defended his beloved Razor Crest.

"Yeah, after getting me into trouble first!" Voices were becoming louder, and it seemed that a good old fashioned knock down, drag out was brewing.

"MWEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screeched the kid. Cara hurriedly put her hands over her ears, and Din lowered the volume on his helmet speakers. Both of them forgot their disagreement as they turned to stare at the little one. His ears were drooping and tears rolled down his cheeks. Din and Cara both felt a twinge of guilt over their behavior in front of the boy. Upsetting him wouldn't accomplish anything.

It was Cara's turn to sigh. "Come here," she held out her arms to the kid, and Din handed him down to her. "Let's get you settled somewhere quiet." She headed toward Mando's sleeping compartment, but the child started whining and pointing in a different direction. "What do you want? There's nothing over there. See?" she carried him in the direction he indicated. "Well, nothing but my bedding."

The kid reached eagerly toward the mattress and pillow pushed into a corner. "You want to sleep here? Well, I guess that's OK with me." She knelt down and tried to place him on the bed, but he held tight to her and whimpered and whined again. Cara stared at him for a few moments, then asked, "Would you like me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" He nodded, so Cara carefully lay down. The kid cuddled into the crook of her arm and placed a hand on her shoulder, concentrating intently.

Cara immediately felt a relaxing sensation come over her. She yawned, trying to fight the sleep that was taking hold, but failed miserably. In just a few minutes, she was out like a light. The child stared at her still form, then carefully climbed off the mattress and headed back toward the ladder.

Din was finally making headway with the wiring, when he heard a cooing noise nearby. He crawled over and looked down the ladder, to see his foundling staring at him appealingly. "What's up, kid?" he asked. "Where's Cara?" Looking over his shoulder at the semi-sorted wires, he sighed, then climbed down the ladder.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" He picked up the child and headed toward his sleeping cove. Ahead of him, he saw Cara lying on her mattress and quietly approached her. She was sleeping soundly, looking more peaceful than she had in quite a few days. Din paused a few moments, then pulled a blanket off a shelf above her bed and covered her with it as best as he could using one hand.

As he reached his cove, he tried to lift his son into his hammock, but the kid held on to him tightly and looked him in the eyes. "What? Your hammock all of a sudden isn't good enough for you?" The foundling timidly pointed to the bed, then cooed in a pleading manner. "You want me to stay with you?" The kid's ears perked up. Mando nodded. "OK, but only for a few minutes. I've got a lot of work to do."

Din carefully crawled into the small space and lay on his side, pulling the child close. The kid smiled at him, then placed a hand on his adopted father's arm just below his pauldron. Din's thoughts of wiring and navigational systems faded away as he relaxed under his son's manipulation, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The kid sighed. Maybe now that he finally had his charges down for their much needed naps, he could get some rest as well. He cooed to himself contentedly and drifted off to sleep, feeling safe in the arms of his father.