You are the best medic that Din had come across. Your drive, focus and precision when under stress was intense. He had witnessed you save lives and also take lives if an enemy got too close.

At first he was distrustful, unsure of the random Mandalorian that Paz brought back. But you soon proved your worth in the Clan.

It was only meant to be professional- warm hands against scarred skin. Speaking softly as those hands tended to his wounds, at first in the medical wards, and then in the privacy of his rooms.

Neither of you removed your helmets.

Neither of you exchanged vows.

It was never meant to be physical.... emotional.

He was angry when he came back from a mission to find you gone- deciding to explore the galaxy again.

So imagine his fury, when he finds out through word of mouth of a pregnant Mandalorian matching your description.

It took him a week- a week too long- to find you. He had followed you to the little cantina, watching as you sat in the booth, in soft clothes and your helmet, datapad in hand as you rubbed your bump, trying to soothe the baby...his baby