Coming Home After Dark
I haven't written anything in years but I'm finally feeling a little like myself for the first time in a long time. This is tiny and a little silly, but its mine. And maybe now its yours, too.
Happy May the 4th.
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Luke loved the sound of rain. Even after spending so many years visiting and living in places where it was normal for water to fall from the sky, he couldn’t shake the novelty of it. Sometimes when it was difficult to sleep, he played a recording of the sound of rain falling to drown out the sound of the city and of his own thoughts, so it didn’t surprise Din to come home to hear the sound of rain in their home.
Grogu loved to snuggle close to those he loved. Even when he was trying hard to convince his dads he wasn’t really sleepy yet he couldn’t resist a cuddle. Sometimes when it was difficult to sleep, he snuggled in the big bed looking for familiar feelings of warmth and safety so Din wasn’t surprised when his son wasn’t in his bed in his own room.
Din hated coming home when the house was dark. Even though it was happening with irritating regularity, he disliked missing dinner with his spouse and the evening routine with his son. He especially missed the time with Luke after Grogu went to bed. It didn’t always end with sex, and although he missed that, he missed their candid conversations more. It was unsurprising that he hurried through the routine of making sure the house was locked up and lights were turned off for the night.
As much as he hated coming home after they’d gone to sleep, Din loved seeing Grogu snuggled close to Luke. He was so happy the child had another adult in his life he could trust completely, and they were working on adding more people to his little circle every day. He was prepared to see Luke, dressed for bed in soft pants and a tank top, lying on his back with one arm thrown up over his head and Grogu snuggled into the crook of his other arm, the child’s head on his chest. Both were sleeping peacefully to the recorded sound of a rain shower.
What he was unprepared for was the tooka curled up at Luke’s feet. They didn’t look that big normally, but this one was taking up more than its fair share of the bed. As he stood there, hand halfway to begin loosening his armor, the thing started snoring. When did they get a tooka? Din was worried Luke had told him about the animal and he had forgotten. Were those even supposed to be kept as pets? Din didn’t know. As he stood there, indecisive for once in his life, Luke stirred and looked at him sleepily. His face broke into a smile as he went to sit up, remembered Grogu was asleep on him, and slid the child off of his arm so he could sit up fully. Din wasn’t sure he could have moved the child in such a way without waking him and was thoroughly impressed.
“You’re home!” Luke said quietly, as he sat up.
Din moved to the side of the bed, careful not to bump it and accidentally wake the tooka that may or may not belong in their house. He removed his helmet and sat it on the bed beside Luke as he leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you,” he said, pressing his lips to Luke’s softly. He lingered in his husband's space for a moment before pulling away to begin removing his armor. “Where’d you find the tooka?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Luke looked at him a little confused. “I thought he followed you home?” It was more a question than a statement of fact. “He’s been here a couple of days. Did you not bring him in?”
“How has a tooka been here for two days and I just noticed?’ Din wondered out loud.
They both looked at Grogu’s sleeping form, wondering what else the child might have snuck into their house. The tooka looked up sleepily from his place at the bottom of the bed and, noticing that Grogu was no longer cuddling with anybody, moved up to snuggle beside the child.
“I wonder what he named it.” Din said with a chuckle.
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