The next morning was rather different in comparison to what it had been prior.

Poe, as usual, woke up with an immense migraine and a small child atop him. Though, that was where the similarities ended.

The Mand'alor was distant. He still gave the pilot his food and sat in the chair beside him, but he was stiff in his movements. It made the silence virtually unbearable for Poe. He didn't speak a word the entire morning and left the house after Poe and the child had breakfast.

Poe read a small book on the history of intergalactic warfare to pass the time for the afternoon while the child either napped or silently played, to which the pilot was grateful.

Din had arrived in the late afternoon, silently picking up his happy child and placing him in his lap. There was a few moments of uninterrupted uncomfortable silence before a visitor entered the room.

The armorer waltzed in unannounced, without a knock at the door. She nodded her head in greeting to both of them before she gave her undivided attention to Poe.

"I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me to the market, Poe. Maybe help me pick out a few yards of fabric?" Iva asked, excitement was easily evident in her voice as she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet.

The pilot eagerly nodded, his body already perking up at the offer. It had already felt like ages since he had spent any time with his new friend.

"He won't be joining." The Mand'alor spoke up in Poe's presence for the first time since their small fight in the garden. He didn't look up at either of them as he spoke, instead, his full attention was solely on rubbing Grogu's large ear with a gloved hand. "Maybe next time."

"What?" Poe mumbled, his thick eyebrows quickly furrowing as he spoke.

"From what I understand Poe hasn't yet been outside today. Perhaps-"

"Go to the market yourself. He has other matters to attend to today." Din explained. He shifted his hold on the child in his arms, moving Grogu to sit comfortably on his left thigh.

"Bullshit." Poe blurted out loudly.

Din's visor snapped up to meet the pilot's eyes. Poe felt a shiver run down his spine, goosebumps forming on his arms.

"I am your husband." The mandalorian's tone was cold as he spoke slowly. "You listen to what I say. You are staying here."

Poe's throat felt dry as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, his hands reaching to clasp onto each other to give him some semblance of comfort. He wrung them over each other silently, eyes darting between Din and Iva every second.

"Mand'alor-" The armorer began to protest.

"Leave us, Iva." Din ordered. Iva was reluctant, her visor still locked onto Poe's figure.

Though Poe's soft brown eyes were pleading for her to stay, the armorer had a duty to uphold. A direct order from her leader outweighed the want to be there for her friend. She reluctantly followed Din's demands, a head turning over her shoulder to give one last look at Poe before leaving the room.

The soft click of the front door closing made the pilot hesitantly turn his attention towards his spouse.

The king didn't say anything, his attention turning back to his child. Poe was scared to say something, but in those few minutes of silence he scrambled up enough courage to say something.

"You lock me up just because of an argument?" His voice was just above a whisper. He was surprised if the other than had even heard it.

"You act like a child. Should I not treat you like one?" Din countered, not looking up to meet Poe's eyes.

"I'm the child?" The pilot gained enough courage to raise his voice to a normal tone. "You brutally murdered someone for kissing me." He pointed a finger softly to meet his own chest.

Din looked up quickly, moving Grogu off his lap and on to the floor. "I'm not going to go around in circles with you, Dameron. He disrespected not only you but my clan, my tribe." The king gestured vaguely towards the child and the tribe members beyond the wall of their home.

"You beat the man, dishonor or not." Poe growled out, leaning forward in his seat.
"You're-You're a fucking sadist." He muttered before his eyes glazed over slightly in thought. He was married to a violent man. Someone who could put him in the ground for one small mistake.

The Mand'alor stood up, taking one decided step towards the other.

Poe flinched, raising his arm slightly to guard himself. His head reeled back, eyes analyzing the king's movements.

Din froze, realizing what Poe had initially thought. He stepped back, quiet and hesitant, before he turned to leave the room without another word.

Poe heard the door slam shut before he allowed himself to let go of the breath he had been holding. He lowered his arm slowly, turning to face his loyal droid who was chirping in a low and soothing tone.

"What are we doing here?" He muttered, his eyes narrowing at the BB unit's lens. The question was directed more to himself rather than bot, though BB-8 answered back anyway with a quiet trill.