I'll Make It Better for Us - A Mandalorian and His Adoptive Space Baby Fanfic

The space was a dark, quite, and still place. Nothing interesting to see nor to do. You just sit there inside your cockpit and busy with the coordinate you’d want to set as a destination.

That’s exactly what Mando was doing. He’s busy figuring out their next planet to land to because it’s getting harder if you just select it randomly. The planet he’s heading to must be friendly enough for the child. Warm atmosphere, friendly natives, low threats, and peaceful. It’s good for the child, he thought.

It annoyed him because when he’s alone, anywhere is home. He didn’t care about his surroundings. As long as the planet got oxygen, ship workshops, canteen, and his next job, he’s fine with it.

But now things changed. And it changed for the better, if he’s being truthful. The young one changed everything. Mando knew a baby shouldn’t be near a Mandalorian because of their ethics and ways of living . That’s just dangerous for both parties. But he realized the baby had nowhere else to go.

No name, no species information, no home planet, nothing. Just its age and the fact that it has magic within its small claws.

Mando should be freaked out of the baby’s gift, if he wanted to act logically. He hadn’t in his entire years discovered powers like that. The magic existence could anytime hurt him, the baby itself, or both of them. He didn’t want that to happen.

The youngling seemed to understand everything he said without the capability to speak anything but cooing, whining, and laughing. That’s another freaky fun fact about the dynamic between him and the child. He haven’t had the slightest idea of how it worked, but well… it worked.

Something made it work, he believed. And that something has something to do with the creepy magic it has.

Mando saw the baby lifted something, chocked someone, and healed someone. He swore the next thing he see would probably be the baby electrocute someone or floating freely in the air or something.

But in reality he’s not by any chance freaked out by the child. He instead feel so protective of the baby he never knew he’d feel something like that. And it’s clearly different from all of his Assets he’s captured. Sure, he felt protective over his bounties but that’s just because his bounties have value to his credits. He need credits to survive.

But it’s not like that with the child. Or so he thought after feeling extremely guilty and stupid for handing it over to his tenant. He felt protective because he cared about the young one. He didn’t want something bad to it. And he didn’t want something bad happen to him either because if that did happen, who’s supposed to look after the baby?

He didn’t trust anyone. Not one single soul. He’s confident that the child is save with him and just him. And he tried so hard too keep it that way.

At first he thought maybe he’s just being soft over the baby. It’s true that he usually hunt consenting adults rather than a 50 years old baby. But after he handed over the baby and received his great amount of credits, he realized he wasn’t being just soft.

He’s being super soft.

He couldn’t bare the thought of the youngling screaming in agony or crying out of fear because whatever they did to it. So, he decided to got it back and took care of it.

What made him even more soft was the fact that the baby also cared for him. It helped Mando and saved his life. It even healed someone that’s responsible about their eternal safety. That’s too much for him because if the baby would just stay inside its floating pod and being messy, naughty, curious, and adorable, it would be enough for him to handle.

Their relationship was uncommon but their dynamic was a lot like a parent and his child. He admitted he didn’t remember much about his childhood nor about his parents, but he believed taking care of a youngling was something instinctual. Although that didn’t mean it’d be easy.

One time, when Mando landed on some blue planet that filled with clean water, the baby freaked out. The thing was, every creature need to clean themselves every now and then, including a Mandalorian. When Mando set the baby near a river to bathe it, he took off his helmet because he too need to clean himself.

The baby instinctively screamed its heart out and struggled within his hands. The creepy powers was making the water violently rippled and his Razor Crest shaking. At first someone, yet again, discovered them and threatened their whereabouts. He quickly put the child inside its pod and put his helmet back on.

When he’s about to point out his blaster, he noticed the baby stopped its cries. Mando turned to face the young one and slowly took off his helmet again, blaster still on his hand. When the helmet was halfway taken off, the child cried again. He put it back on, the cries stopped. He did it some more to prove a point.

He finally realized something. The baby hasn’t had the chance to see his real face. The poor kid probably thought his helmet was his real face. Mando smiled at the thought under his helmet.

“It’s okay kid. It’s still me,” Mando said softly.

He approached the kid so it could have a better look at him. Mando slowly took off his helmet again, but this time he talked to it. Maybe it could notice his voice.

“See? It’s me. I’m still here,” he spoke again, smiling as he kneeled in front of the floating pod.

The baby looked at him with an awe. His ridiculously big black eyes observed his face as if it’s something rare and precious. The little one then reached out with his little claws and caressed Mando’s cheeks. It cooed playfully. Mando felt relieved as he noticed the water stopped rippling and his ship stopped shaking.

He chuckled lightly when the baby pulled his hair and played with his nose. He felt warm and peace. And he could most definitely getting used to that.

After that little incident, Mando bathed it and took a bath for himself. They quietly played with the water as soft chuckles and high-pitched coos could be heard here and there. It felt so nice and natural. He hadn’t enjoying something like that since long ago. No work, no stress, no dangers, no credits to worry about. Only good times and good laughs.

He thought about giving the baby a name. He thought about telling the kid what to call him. He thought about adoption. He thought about retirement and settling for the youngling. He thought about everything at once only to realized it seemed too far away from where they stood. They still need to do this and that, work for this and that.

As he dried the child with his worn towel, he watched the kid stared deep into his eyes. As if the child knew something what he’s thinking. Mando made a mental note that he’d do all those things as the time allowed him to. He promised himself that he’d make all of those come true only if he do it step by step.

It might be hard, but it’s not impossible.

“I’ll make it better for us. I promise,” he said, stroking its wrinkle little green head.

Mando swore the child nodded with a smile behind its coo.