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Grogu had woken up even earlier than expected to open his presents, despite not having slept very much the night before. By the time the long day of celebrations is over, both Din and Luke are exhausted. Din doesn't want to move from the couch ever again, even with his boyfriend's legs stretched a little uncomfortably across his lap. He's almost nodding off, listening to Luke's voice soothingly reading a story for the kid.
He'd never have thought he'd end up here , that he deserved this warmth and happiness. He didn't have any clue how to give the kid a proper Christmas, having grown up in a very unconventional environment himself. Thankfully Luke knew just what to do, turning up to their house with a bright red costume, a small fake tree and with enough shopping done so they could cook a proper festive meal. He hopes they can do this again next year. And the next and the one after that. Try to keep the magic alive for Grogu as long as they can.
The kid ran around all day excitedly, playing with his new toys and consuming a worrying amount of chocolate (it's Christmas, Din, Luke had rolled his eyes at him), until it was already long past his bed time, but he refused to go to bed, shaking his head so much his Christmas cracker crown almost fell off his head. Instead he played with a new plushie he got, pretending it was a scary bounty hunter (from space!), slowly looking more and more tired, but still stubbornly signed to Din that he wasn't sleepy. None of Din's usual tricks worked to convince him. It took Luke reading one of Grogu's new books for the kid to settle down on the couch with them. He got completely absorbed in the story about some thing called the Grinch (Din had never heard of this before) which was a lonely green monster that hated Christmas. About halfway through the story Grogu's head started slowly drooping, he cuddled right up to Luke, while he fought to keep his tired eyes open.
A few more pages of the book and he was finally asleep, sprawled awkwardly across Luke, still clutching the plushie in one hand.
Din was struggling to stay awake himself.
The sensible thing would be to move Grogu to his own bed and for Din to not sleep on the couch with his perpetually aching back.
The moment felt so perfect he didn't dare to disturb it.
Luke's amazing with the kid and so caring and kind. He makes Din feel all sorts of things he hadn't thought he was capable of experiencing. It doesn't help that even with the silly Santa hat on he looks nothing short of ethereal, long eyelashes caressing his freckled cheeks.
I love you, he yearns to say, it's not "too soon" anymore and he can't muster any other excuse to keep the truth from Luke any longer.
He opens his mouth, but his cyarika has already dozed off as well, book almost slipping from his grasp.
Din looks fondly at his family, no, his clan until he too falls asleep.