After The Helmet Comes Off

Ch. 4

"Wow, it looks great!" you stand back, looking at the newly finished roof.

"It'll do," Din wipes his hands on his pant legs.

"Can we go inside?" You take his hand. Din nods, letting you pull him through the door. Everything looks different from the inside now that the little house has a roof. Right through the door is the kitchen, living room. There's nothing but the small cooking stove right now, but you can imagine a wooden table near the stove and a couch and rug in the living room.

"It looks bigger from the inside." you glance up at him.

Kou's and the two extra bedrooms are about the same size, and the fresher is generously sized.

"I love it." Din wraps his arm around your waist as you glance around your bedroom.

"I'm glad."

"Thank you," you lean into his embrace.

He kisses your forehead, "I've started Kou's bed. Hopefully, he'll use it."

"You know he's not going to sleep alone willingly, right?"

"He's too short to reach the door handles."

You cock an eyebrow, "he can move objects with his mind. I doubt a door will stop him." He sighs.

"And you want another," you giggle, snaking your arms around his neck.

He cracks a smile, "you know, maybe we shouldn't--"

"No, you don't, Din Djarin. You can not tease me like this and then change your mind because the one we have now is a bit clingy."

"A bit clingy? (y/n), he climbs into our bed every night and keeps you to himself."

"Din," you laugh, "He's a child. When we put him to bed every night, we have a maximum of three hours to ourselves. You just haven't taken advantage of this yet."

"In my defense, I'm exhausted by night." He leans his forehead against yours, pulling you tighter against his body, "but I'm wide awake now."

Kou chooses this moment to make his appearance babbling as the door creaks open slowly.

"See, I told you he could open the doors," you grin, looking into his brown eyes. Din sighs, pulling away.

"Damnit." He looks at Kou giggles, "He knows what he's doing, I swear."

Scooping up the little guy, he walks out the door.

"Where are you going?" you yell after them.

"I'm gonna wear out the little guy before bed. We're getting more than three hours tonight (y/n)."