A Good Thing

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Chapter 23

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They ate their dinner in their home, just the three of them. Din had been tense, running through all the things he wanted to ask Bo-Katan as he ate. He had told Winta everything they thought she needed to know about what was happening weeks ago. As she picked at her meal, she looked as thoughtful as he was.

After the food was cleaned up and they sat together at the table, one of their hands in each of his. Winta had asked if he was going to leave tonight and he had told her with no uncertainty that no, he would not be going anywhere. Not yet and not without her. When Omera tried to send her to bed, she turned to him.

"Can I stay up a bit longer? I don't want to be asleep if she wants to fight you, Dad. Please?"

"I'm not fighting anyone tonight, Winta. But..." He caught Omera's eye over her head. "You can meet her, but when I ask you to go to bed, you go. Understand? If she's not here for a fight, I have a lot of things to discuss with her and we might be up most of the night."

She nodded vigorously and looked out the window at the darkening sky. Not ten minutes later a commotion outside told him their guests had arrived. Din squeezed their hands once before heading out the door.

He stood—arms crossed over his chest and mouth a hard line—on the porch, waiting. Bojan and two other men escorted a lone Mandalorian towards his home. When they reached him, Bojan threw a nervous look back at Bo-Katan before turning to him with a questioning expression he could just make out in the dim light. Din nodded and they parted, allowing her to step closer.

Din spoke first.

"Su cuy'ga."

She inclined her head slightly and responded in kind. With a final nod to Bojan, Din turned and went inside without bothering to see if she followed.

Omera sat, back straight and jaw tight, her hands folded on the table. Winta stood at her side doing an admirable job imitating his stern posture. As he came around the table to sit beside his wife, Bo-Katan followed him into the room. Ignoring the empty seat she stood, staring at him through her visor.

The Darksaber sat in front of him in the middle of the table. "Bo-Katan."

"Clan Djarin."

His eyes flicked curiously to the door then back to her. "I'm surprised you came alone."

Shifting her weight slightly, she lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. "I thought it would be less threatening this way."

He nodded slowly and looked pointedly at the weapon. "So you're not here for a fight then?"

"No."

"Will you take it?"

At the deliberate shake of her head, he nodded again. And indicated the empty seat. "Fine. Sit."

Her calculating glare was obvious behind the visor but she sat, removing her helmet and setting it on the table. The painted face pointed toward Winta and Din could tell she wanted to inspect it closely. Instead she screwed up her nose and looked back to the new woman's face. Affection for her filled him and it was an effort to keep it from showing.

"I knew congratulations were in order, Mand'alor, it seems that is doubly true."

Her eyes flicked to Omera, briefly lowering to her stomach before she met his hard gaze again. He nodded once and reached out to take one of Omeras hands.

"This is my riduur, Omera, and our daughter, Winta."

Bo-Katan inclined her head respectfully to Omera and smiled tightly at Winta.