Your daughter is cuddled against cassian's chest, cheeks rosy from laughter and the fun filled exertion of the day.

"Alright, sweetheart," Cassian says, adjusting the stuffed bear under one arm and your daughter's bat-winged backpack over his shoulder, "what’s next on our mission? Ice cream? Playground? World domination?"

His hazel eyes sparkle with laughter as she clings to his free arm, her tiny fingers wrapping around the worn leather of his wristband.

The sun is warm on your faces, the streets of Velaris bustling with happy Solstice shoppers, but to Cassian, none of it matters. Today, it's just him, his mate and his little girl — his tiny, fierce warrior.

"You lead the way, captain," he grins. "I'm just the muscle."

"I think next might be bed time," you smile, leaning closer to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your daughter's ear.