A Good Thing

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Chapter 46

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"He's so tiny! Even smaller than Grogu."

Omera laughed and wrapped an arm around her daughter. Winta sat beside her on the bed holding her new brother. She had rolled her eyes and laughed when Din had told her it was a boy but had been eager to see him anyways. Grogu watched, still unsure, from Din's arms where they sat beside them on the bed.

"What are we gonna call him?"

Giving Din a tender smile, she nodded once for him to answer. Watching Winta and the baby carefully, he smiled down at them.

"I thought we could name him after my father, my buir." Winta looked up expectantly. "His name was Cuyan."

Pursing her lips and cocking her head to the side, Winta tested the name. "Hmmm... Cuyan. Cuyan Djarin. Winta, Grogu and Cuyan." She peered down into his face and he stared, wide eyed back up at her. "He kind of looks like a Cuyan, for a baby."

Din laughed softly. "Well I'm glad you approve."

"Alright little Cuyan, I'm your big sister, Winta. And this," she shifted him slightly in her arms so he faced Grogu. "Is your older brother, Grogu. I didn't say big because he's not much bigger than you and you're gonna grow real fast compared to him. But he is older than even Dad. Mister Luke says someday he'll be bigger and talk and everything but it might take years."

The day before, Commander Skywalker, though she supposed it was Master Skywalker now, had told them about his own master. Yoda had been 900 when he died and the only other creature like Grogu anyone had ever seen. Din recalled Ashoka mentioning having known another like him too. He had wondered aloud if the ancient Jedi that trained Skywalker had been the same person she had known. With such a long lifespan, it wasn't surprising Grogu was still so 'young'. They had all been curious what that would mean for him and his training.

"He doesn't get to live with us because he's training to be a Jedi. But he will visit sometimes. Mister Luke said so. We are Mandalorians, like Dad. When you're big enough he'll train you like he's training me, and we'll grow up and wear armor and helmets and be awesome too."

Resting her cheek against the top of Winta's head, Omera smiled across the bed at her husband. She was positive he'd never looked so happy and content in his life. Sitting there beside her, with all of his children, all five of them safe for the moment. Omera was happy too.

So far, Grogu had only watched. He hadn't 'said' anything or moved from Din's lap. Omera thought he might have looked nervous but it was hard to tell. Honestly, she was nervous. She wanted this to go well. Finally, his ears perked up and a wave of tentative curiosity followed by—so small, baby... little brother Cuyan.

"Do you want a closer look, Grogu?" He looked up at her and a definite yes flashed in her mind. Din met her eye for a moment before setting Grogu on the bed beside himself.

"Here, let me hold him, Winta." She handed him over and Din shifted so Cuyan lay along his left arm and the tops of his thighs, his little head nestled in his cupped hand. "Come here, Grogu." Slowly, he leaned over Din's arm until he was nearly nose to nose with the baby. They hardly moved for several moments as Omera caught bits and pieces of thoughts and feelings, but they were too fast and too faint to interpret.

"What do you think they're talking about, Momma?"

Omera breathed a laugh. "Who knows, sweetheart. I can't imagine Cuyan has very much to say just yet."