A migraine was a great way of waking up in the morning. That, and the small green child bouncing on his ribs.

Poe groaned as his left arm snaked itself around Grogu's little body, hugging the child to his chest. His right hand rubbing at his forehead when he sat up. He hissed lightly as the pain increased when he sat up straight.

The child's ears drooped lowly, concerned eyes looking into the pilot's own.

"It's okay. I'm used to it by now." He mumbled before a sigh soon followed. He began rubbing at his temple as he leaned forward.

BB-8 chirped happily, whirling over to the pair, a small mechanical arm popping out of a side compartment.

"No, no, no. Thanks, buddy. I'm okay." He held up a hand to halt the bot's kind intentions.

Poe squinted at the sunlight filtering through the draped windows before turning back to the child sitting happily in his lap.
"Hey, where's your dad at?" He tilted his head down at Grogu with a kind smile on his face.

The clang of boots on hard flooring answered his question. Din held two plates of food balanced in his arms, swiftly placing them on the table near the couch.

The soft blanket he had slept with slid down his bare chest as he sat up, grabbing at the plate he assumed was for himself. He offered a spoonful of his soup to the small child who was still seated in his lap, which Grogu happily accepted.
"Thanks." Poe mumbled, looking up at the other man who took a seat on the armchair beside him.

He noticed the Mand'alor hadn't touched the other plate yet. The king's visor was instead focused on Poe's torso.

The pilot's face burned as he pulled the blanket up to cover his abdomen. He understood. His body was something that could easily put someone off from eating.

"What happened?" The mandalorian inquired, unmoving as he stared at Poe.

Poe shrugged his shoulders, feigning nonchalance as he twirled his spoon with his fingers. "Kylo Ren can be a bit of an asshole." He muttered, pressing a protective arm over the more obvious bundle of scars on his abdomen that stayed hidden beneath the blanket.

Thankfully, Din didn't press any further. He stood, grabbing the child before offering certain foods on the other plate to him.

Poe felt oddly at ease when he ate silently. And when he had gotten up, quickly putting a long sleeved shirt intended to go underneath his armor, Din politely turned his head away.

As the morning stretched into the early afternoon, Poe silently looked on his data pad. They were simple logistics and blueprints for x-wings. It wasn't his job anymore, but he still felt the need to study them.

The Mand'alor was cleaning his disruptor rifle, the pleasant smell of blaster cleaner drifting in the air. The child was playing on the floor with the x-wing figurine, most likely out of the sheer joy it brought Poe whenever he looked at the toy.

It felt oddly domestic, Poe had thought.

A surprisingly gentle knock at the door interrupted their bubble of peace and quiet.

"Do you mind, buddy?" Poe turned to his droid, to which the bot beeped quietly, whirling towards the door.

"Mand'alor," An unmasked mandalorian with short red hair bowed her head.

"Bo-Katan," Din hummed gruffly, not looking up from his work.

The woman looked to Poe, a glare evident on her face. The pilot reeled slightly, confused by such a look from a complete stranger.

"I was asked by the armorer that I bring the Alor Riduur on a tour." She announced, her gaze swiftly moving to meet the side of her king's visor.

Din moved a stained cloth down the barrel of the gun methodically before looking to Poe.
"Would you want that?" He asked simply.

It caught Poe off guard. Why should the man care what he preferred?
The pilot nodded his head slowly, as he mulled over his husband's actions.

"I'll take him." The Mand'alor stated, pointing the rifle at the ground to stare down its scope for a moment.

"But-" The other mandalorian stepped forward, narrowing her eyes at the king's helmet.

"I have nothing to do for the day. You may continue your duties." He placed the rifle back down on the table, resting his hands on his thighs as he turned to face her. "I'm sure you have better things to do than the lackey errands Iva has sent you on."

Bo-Katan huffed quietly. She kept her same posture as she nodded her head, quickly turning to leave.

Though Poe hadn't asked, Din answered his unspoken question.
"The armorer doesn't particularly like Bo-Katan." He explained as he stood up, Poe quickly did the same.

Din leaned down to open the duffel bag of the pilot's things that sat beside the couch, fastening the pauldrons of Poe's armor on the shorter man's shoulders without saying a word.

Poe watched the mandalorian leave. Again, he was left without anything to think of, his mind completely blank save for the word 'Din.'