He resists the urge to keep kissing her because that's going to get them nowhere. Just hungrier. Instead he just sighs happily after they float away to the couch, and he makes up two dishes to shove into the microwave.
It really only is about five minutes, and he spends the whole time peering over into the living room and the curve of Jyn's head barely visible from where she's slumped over on the couch. He carries everything in one go: two plates, two beers, excellent balance.
He sets it all on the coffee table, then sits beside her on the couch, running his hand over Mateo's tiny head. He snuffles and tilts his face just enough to peer out at his papa, cooing. "We can always just put on Planet Earth. Or will that put you to sleep?"
"David Attenborough's voice does soothe me," Jyn agrees faintly, still stubbornly flipping through the channels for a few more moments before she relinquishes the remote to Cassian, admitting defeat. "But I love him."
It's a true love.
Shifting her arm to cradle the baby closer, she sits up a little so she can grab her plate, testing the bottom of it before setting it back down. If it wasn't hot she would have used the baby as a table but she supposes that is bad parenting and rolls Mateo to lay on his back between them, watching his tiny hands open and close as he realizes he has changed positions. "Grab his blanket, will you?"
Cassian watches Mateo flop over with his ever familiar idle fascination, but he leans over and reaches around for the green blanket thrown over the back of the couch. Literally one of the first things unpacked, and it's been all over the house already.
"We could use some soothing after how busy today was." He tucks the tiny blanket neatly around Mateo, and one of his hands curls around the fabric when he realizes it's there. Cassian leans over to kiss his tiny little head, then finally changes the TV to netflix. Mateo gurgles. "I never knew that, wow," he says brightly, searching for Planet Earth while he reaches for his own dinner plate. Mateo's response is to fart for the third time.
"I'd have thought you know that by--" A beat, Jyn makes a face, head bobbing in a nod. "You were talking to the baby. Right. Mateo TV. Jyn knows they could both just stare at him, fascinated, for hours.
She's too tired to differentiate between herself and a tiny, male baby.
"You don't think it is something I've eaten, do you?" Fork hovering near her mouth, suddenly too apprehensive to eat. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, at least, it's not gas that is making him cry... but. But she is a new mother, her literal years of medical training have left her.
He shoots her an amused look. It is definitely their favorite channel. "Mateo TV is always on."
It might be kind of ridiculous how much they stare at him, but at least no one else will know.
The next look Cassian shoots her is a little more skeptical, not unkind, but maybe still a little amused too. "I seem to remember you being the pediatrician, not me," he says it gently with only mild teasing. "It's not bothering him. I think he is just gassy, which is a normal human state. Eat your food."
Her nose wrinkles at his look because yes, she is the pediatrician. So he should just agree with everything she says even if it is ridiculous! But she is the pediatrician so she tells herself what she tells all nursing mothers:
"Breast milk is made from what passes into mom's blood stream, not the contents of her stomach." There's a whole list of reasons why Mateo could be gassy and Jyn patiently explains them to new mothers, it seems like, on the daily, she does know better. Her entire education just vanishes when it comes to her own baby.
She does stick her finger in his mouth to tease it open, looking for signs of thrush in case that is it, but his mouth is clean and he cheerfully sucks on her finger. Guess she isn't getting that back. Oh well, she sets the plate on her own stomach like a table and finally takes that first bite, making a happy noise.
That's fair and reasonable, if he's being honest, and he is more than happy to provide the reminders that she really does know what she's doing, even if her own son makes her forget.
He smiles down at the sight of Mateo gumming at her, even going so far as to quickly pull out his phone and take a photo.
"See? You are fine. And I am always here to remind you." He sets the phone aside for easier access just in case of a picture emergency, then finally starts to eat his own food too while David Attenborough's dulcet tones start to fill the room - quietly, of course, hence the loudness spook the baby. "Maybe he just ate too fast last time."
Luckily Jyn can eat with one hand because Mateo seems happy enough to use her finger like a pacifier and she doesn't feel like tugging her hand free. Why would she when her little bean is content that way? It goes on like that the entire time she's eating, until she is done and gestures helplessly at Cassian with her fork.
"Babe, can you swap this for my beer? I don't wanna..." Let go, move, disturb their happy baby in any way, shape, or form. It's not even all Mateo, she is very tired still, she thinks she deserves the right to be a lazy hobo, too.
There is very little that Jyn could ask for that Cassian would deny lately, swapping out her beer is the easiest favor. She can be the laziest hobo her heart desires. He just reaches out to grab the fork and switch it, momentarily distracted by the way Mateo watches the exchange like it's his own television show.
Before he pulls away, he shoots his son a silly face, then opens said beer, then reaches his finger over to boop Mateo on the nose. He coos happily and gnaws a little harder on Jyn's finger in return.
He takes her plate away too, settling it on the table. He looks back at Jyn and their son and he's gonna get sappy real quick. "Our first dinner as family, in our house. Success, probably."
Cassian feels very accomplished, and he's a fucking surgeon.
"Technically our first dinner as a family in our house was--" She realizes in the middle of her technicality -- they had dinner in her apartment and she had to add Cassian as a permanent guest on her lease -- that he is having a moment and she cuts herself off.
"Tonight."
Nailed it. That was a swift save and she takes a ridiculously long drink of her beer to recover from that... disaster, looking down at their tiny son who is opening and closing his tiny little hands near her wrist like he is simultaneously trying to catch the air and her arm to keep her finger in place. "I promise Mama isn't an alcoholic, mijo."
He is definitely having a moment!! But he would have worked his way around that logic, even if he just added this house was the first place they chose together. Logics his way to cling to sappy feelings.
Regardless, Cassian still snorts, suspecting her almost derailment. His gaze drops down to Mateo again, grinning at his tiny hands. "She has not had a drink in a long time. I think she deserves to relax a little now, don't you?"
Mateo's response is just to stare at his papa and fail at blowing a raspberry. "I am counting that as agreement."
"You know what I really want? More than beer or David Attenborough's voice or that wonderful ice glove I made you finger me with?" She could have put it more delicately but why would she? Mateo forgets they exist when they hide, he isn't going to be able to understand the intricacies of his parents post-birth vag soothing techniques.
Speaking of: she settles her cool beer between her legs to hold it and because it feels great. She's nearly all healed now and it had been an easy enough birth, but that doesn't make the coolness less soothing.
"I really wanna fucking make out, like hardcore, full on making out. I wanna make out so hard that you make me wanna have sex with you even though we can't because of the absolute absurd way humans are brought into this world." A beat. "Also I wanna buffalo cauliflower."
There was no way she was ever going to put that more delicately. She's a doctor but she's Jyn first. Cassian is also a doctor and he has a better idea than most of the healing process, but it isn't going to stop him from fretting sometimes anyway.
He laughs though. He loves Jyn a lot.
"Nothing says we cannot have both of those things." Not the sex, obviously, not yet, but they can definitely make out. "We can order some buffalo cauliflower to get delivered, and all we have to do is wait for Mateo to sleep for that first part. Which will probably be soon, maybe after the food gets here."
For lots of reasons, really, but right now she loves him specifically for indulging her snack and not-actually-sex needs, and she leans over Mateo to kiss his shoulder because that is easiest to reach.
"And, you know, just because I can't have any fun down there, doesn't mean I can't go down on you!" She grins up at him and it's clear she would very much like to go down on him if he would just let her without feeling the need to reciprocate. "We can keep a tally if you'd like and then when I'm all healed you can feel free to tear that shit up."
It still sends a flutter through him to hear it, to say it, as though they don't have a literal manifestation of feelings farting on the couch between them. He loves her without question.
Her grin is wonderful, honestly. It's been a very long road to just accept when she wants to do nice things for him, when he can't return the favor. "You really want to?"
Even now, part of the ease in his soon to be acquiescence is because it's something Jyn wants to do more than something he feels like he needs. She's teasing him, but he probably will start keeping a mental tally and then some. He owes her like 100 orgasms alone for the process of giving birth to their child.
"Of course," she says with a laugh, still grinning up at him. After a moment her smile turns sly, impish.
"I really want to." Her tone softens, like a honeyed promise. As a rule, Jyn prefers Cassian to do the dirty talk, but if she can't do anything fun for herself, it'll be fun to make Cassian get all riled up. "I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. I love how you stop breathing when I put my mouth on your cock. I love how you taste, I love the sounds you make when I'm going down on you, and I want you to come so hard that it takes every ounce of your self control not to fuck me right then and there."
Just because she doesn't normally engage in dirty talk, doesn't mean she can't make it count when she does.
"Jesus Christ, Jyn," he sighs with a laugh, closing his eyes for a moment. He is not a religious man, but his family sure is and they'd probably kill him for that response to something so sexual. He's usually the one with the filthy mouth just because she likes it so much, but when she really wants to, Jyn goes right for the jugular.
It doesn't help that she looks at him so innocently, with only that small hint of teasing. "You cannot say things like that when Mateo is right there and we cannot act on it."
As if on cue, the baby burps, then makes a puzzled coo, like he startled himself.
"Happy mum, happy baby," Jyn parrots what every single parenting book says in the most patronizing fashion. She sets her beer aside, sets her food aside, crawls over Mateo and right into Cassian's lap, leaving one hand out to steady their infant son just in case he startles himself right off the couch.
"He doesn't know what I'm saying. This is how he got here anyway. Come on, Cassian, play with me." She leans in to kiss his neck, even as Mateo manages to get her finger back in his mouth, gnawing on it happily while his mother tries to seduce his father.
He gets the absolute dumbest grin on his face when she climbs into his lap, even if also looks utterly concerned at the same time.
"He is still awake and you have your hand on him!" At least he's laughing about it, setting his own beer and food aside the moment he realizes where she's climbing. He tilts his neck on instinct, opening it up to her whims despite his vocal objections and his now free hands settling on her hips. He's very contrary. "I would very much love nothing more than to play with you, but I am going to be thinking about Mateo right next to us the whole time."
"Mmm, I bet I could distract you," she hums, kissing a line up his neck and peppering even more kisses down his jaw, sighing a delighted noise at the feel of his stubble beneath her lips. She's easily distracting herself, rolling her hips down hard against his.
She seems very intent on getting him riled up, but her head tilts just slightly as she kisses the corner of his mouth to check on Mateo who is happy as ever chewing on Jyn's finger and idly opening and closing his fingers against her wrist.
He gives not one single fuck about what his parents are doing.
"Jyn," he whines, the sort of whine he would deny actually was one. His grip tightens at her hips when she rolls down on him, and all of this is incredibly unfair!
He can't bring himself to quite reject it, not for some seemingly simple kissing, but he knows he would press pause if she tried something more. He spares a glance sideways, where Mateo is oblivious and still gnawing on his mother's finger.
"I know he is completely unaware, but I am not comfortable losing my pants with our son right beside us on the couch." He sounds very breathless but he's trying to be firm about it! She is making it hard. In more ways than one.
"I don't have to take your pants off." It's been long enough that she is pretty sure she can get him off from friction alone. Hell, she's pretty sure she can get herself off from friction alone.
But Mateo yawns around her finger and Jyn leaps off Cassian's lap.
"Oh, look, nap time for Mateo, say goodnight to Papa, mijo." Scooping up their son, she makes him wave his lil' paw at his father before sweeping to their room to settle the baby in his bassinet. Time for sleep for babies and sexy stuff for his parents.
He huffs out a pitiful almost-whine when she suddenly climbs off his lap, hands floundering like he doesn't know where to put them. She probably could have gotten him off on friction like they were teenagers, but there are many ways she can do that with ease now. It comes from knowing each other so well.
"Jyn Erso, you are going to kill me," he says loud enough for her to hear it, dropping his head back into the couch and rubbing the bridge of his nose while he tries to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He reaches for his beer to take another swig and resists the urge to follow after her - for about five seconds before he climbs to his feet, sighing again at the way it shifts his pants, before moving to stand in the doorframe of their bedroom.
It's not his fault he wants to watch Jyn put Mateo down to sleep.
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In all honesty, Jyn has played herself because she doesn't have the medical go ahead to get down to business and she is as riled up as Cassian's not very well disguised erection.
She tries to focus on the baby, humming a lullaby that is, in reality, just a hummed version of Sin Pijama. It's not exactly appropriate for a baby but it's not like she's singing it. And it's not like he would know the difference if she were singing it.
Which she starts, soft and quiet, when Mateo makes a whining noise when Jyn attempts to lay him down. Fine, she'll keep rocking him a little while longer, swaying around the room and flashing her husband a small smile. "If you want to put your pajamas on so I can take them off, that would cut down on some time."
"I think it would take more effort to get new pants back on, so you can just take these off yourself if you like. Either way I end up sin pijama." Of course he heard her singing it. He likes waiting to see whatever inappropriate song Jyn will sing to their son next, he's keeping a mental list. Eventually it will be a real list, he likes lists.
But.
He gets stuck on that whole, you know, reciprocation thing all over again and can feel little pinpricks of guilt eating away at him. Why should he get to feel good when currently his amazing girlfriend is literally medically barred from the same?? "You know I am still second guessing this, right? It just does not seem fair."
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It really only is about five minutes, and he spends the whole time peering over into the living room and the curve of Jyn's head barely visible from where she's slumped over on the couch. He carries everything in one go: two plates, two beers, excellent balance.
He sets it all on the coffee table, then sits beside her on the couch, running his hand over Mateo's tiny head. He snuffles and tilts his face just enough to peer out at his papa, cooing. "We can always just put on Planet Earth. Or will that put you to sleep?"
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It's a true love.
Shifting her arm to cradle the baby closer, she sits up a little so she can grab her plate, testing the bottom of it before setting it back down. If it wasn't hot she would have used the baby as a table but she supposes that is bad parenting and rolls Mateo to lay on his back between them, watching his tiny hands open and close as he realizes he has changed positions. "Grab his blanket, will you?"
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"We could use some soothing after how busy today was." He tucks the tiny blanket neatly around Mateo, and one of his hands curls around the fabric when he realizes it's there. Cassian leans over to kiss his tiny little head, then finally changes the TV to netflix. Mateo gurgles. "I never knew that, wow," he says brightly, searching for Planet Earth while he reaches for his own dinner plate. Mateo's response is to fart for the third time.
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She's too tired to differentiate between herself and a tiny, male baby.
"You don't think it is something I've eaten, do you?" Fork hovering near her mouth, suddenly too apprehensive to eat. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, at least, it's not gas that is making him cry... but. But she is a new mother, her literal years of medical training have left her.
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It might be kind of ridiculous how much they stare at him, but at least no one else will know.
The next look Cassian shoots her is a little more skeptical, not unkind, but maybe still a little amused too. "I seem to remember you being the pediatrician, not me," he says it gently with only mild teasing. "It's not bothering him. I think he is just gassy, which is a normal human state. Eat your food."
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"Breast milk is made from what passes into mom's blood stream, not the contents of her stomach." There's a whole list of reasons why Mateo could be gassy and Jyn patiently explains them to new mothers, it seems like, on the daily, she does know better. Her entire education just vanishes when it comes to her own baby.
She does stick her finger in his mouth to tease it open, looking for signs of thrush in case that is it, but his mouth is clean and he cheerfully sucks on her finger. Guess she isn't getting that back. Oh well, she sets the plate on her own stomach like a table and finally takes that first bite, making a happy noise.
"Thank you for reminding me."
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He smiles down at the sight of Mateo gumming at her, even going so far as to quickly pull out his phone and take a photo.
"See? You are fine. And I am always here to remind you." He sets the phone aside for easier access just in case of a picture emergency, then finally starts to eat his own food too while David Attenborough's dulcet tones start to fill the room - quietly, of course, hence the loudness spook the baby. "Maybe he just ate too fast last time."
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"Babe, can you swap this for my beer? I don't wanna..." Let go, move, disturb their happy baby in any way, shape, or form. It's not even all Mateo, she is very tired still, she thinks she deserves the right to be a lazy hobo, too.
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Before he pulls away, he shoots his son a silly face, then opens said beer, then reaches his finger over to boop Mateo on the nose. He coos happily and gnaws a little harder on Jyn's finger in return.
He takes her plate away too, settling it on the table. He looks back at Jyn and their son and he's gonna get sappy real quick. "Our first dinner as family, in our house. Success, probably."
Cassian feels very accomplished, and he's a fucking surgeon.
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"Tonight."
Nailed it. That was a swift save and she takes a ridiculously long drink of her beer to recover from that... disaster, looking down at their tiny son who is opening and closing his tiny little hands near her wrist like he is simultaneously trying to catch the air and her arm to keep her finger in place. "I promise Mama isn't an alcoholic, mijo."
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Regardless, Cassian still snorts, suspecting her almost derailment. His gaze drops down to Mateo again, grinning at his tiny hands. "She has not had a drink in a long time. I think she deserves to relax a little now, don't you?"
Mateo's response is just to stare at his papa and fail at blowing a raspberry. "I am counting that as agreement."
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Speaking of: she settles her cool beer between her legs to hold it and because it feels great. She's nearly all healed now and it had been an easy enough birth, but that doesn't make the coolness less soothing.
"I really wanna fucking make out, like hardcore, full on making out. I wanna make out so hard that you make me wanna have sex with you even though we can't because of the absolute absurd way humans are brought into this world." A beat. "Also I wanna buffalo cauliflower."
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He laughs though. He loves Jyn a lot.
"Nothing says we cannot have both of those things." Not the sex, obviously, not yet, but they can definitely make out. "We can order some buffalo cauliflower to get delivered, and all we have to do is wait for Mateo to sleep for that first part. Which will probably be soon, maybe after the food gets here."
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For lots of reasons, really, but right now she loves him specifically for indulging her snack and not-actually-sex needs, and she leans over Mateo to kiss his shoulder because that is easiest to reach.
"And, you know, just because I can't have any fun down there, doesn't mean I can't go down on you!" She grins up at him and it's clear she would very much like to go down on him if he would just let her without feeling the need to reciprocate. "We can keep a tally if you'd like and then when I'm all healed you can feel free to tear that shit up."
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It still sends a flutter through him to hear it, to say it, as though they don't have a literal manifestation of feelings farting on the couch between them. He loves her without question.
Her grin is wonderful, honestly. It's been a very long road to just accept when she wants to do nice things for him, when he can't return the favor. "You really want to?"
Even now, part of the ease in his soon to be acquiescence is because it's something Jyn wants to do more than something he feels like he needs. She's teasing him, but he probably will start keeping a mental tally and then some. He owes her like 100 orgasms alone for the process of giving birth to their child.
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"I really want to." Her tone softens, like a honeyed promise. As a rule, Jyn prefers Cassian to do the dirty talk, but if she can't do anything fun for herself, it'll be fun to make Cassian get all riled up. "I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. I love how you stop breathing when I put my mouth on your cock. I love how you taste, I love the sounds you make when I'm going down on you, and I want you to come so hard that it takes every ounce of your self control not to fuck me right then and there."
Just because she doesn't normally engage in dirty talk, doesn't mean she can't make it count when she does.
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It doesn't help that she looks at him so innocently, with only that small hint of teasing. "You cannot say things like that when Mateo is right there and we cannot act on it."
As if on cue, the baby burps, then makes a puzzled coo, like he startled himself.
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"He doesn't know what I'm saying. This is how he got here anyway. Come on, Cassian, play with me." She leans in to kiss his neck, even as Mateo manages to get her finger back in his mouth, gnawing on it happily while his mother tries to seduce his father.
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"He is still awake and you have your hand on him!" At least he's laughing about it, setting his own beer and food aside the moment he realizes where she's climbing. He tilts his neck on instinct, opening it up to her whims despite his vocal objections and his now free hands settling on her hips. He's very contrary. "I would very much love nothing more than to play with you, but I am going to be thinking about Mateo right next to us the whole time."
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She seems very intent on getting him riled up, but her head tilts just slightly as she kisses the corner of his mouth to check on Mateo who is happy as ever chewing on Jyn's finger and idly opening and closing his fingers against her wrist.
He gives not one single fuck about what his parents are doing.
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He can't bring himself to quite reject it, not for some seemingly simple kissing, but he knows he would press pause if she tried something more. He spares a glance sideways, where Mateo is oblivious and still gnawing on his mother's finger.
"I know he is completely unaware, but I am not comfortable losing my pants with our son right beside us on the couch." He sounds very breathless but he's trying to be firm about it! She is making it hard. In more ways than one.
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But Mateo yawns around her finger and Jyn leaps off Cassian's lap.
"Oh, look, nap time for Mateo, say goodnight to Papa, mijo." Scooping up their son, she makes him wave his lil' paw at his father before sweeping to their room to settle the baby in his bassinet. Time for sleep for babies and sexy stuff for his parents.
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"Jyn Erso, you are going to kill me," he says loud enough for her to hear it, dropping his head back into the couch and rubbing the bridge of his nose while he tries to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He reaches for his beer to take another swig and resists the urge to follow after her - for about five seconds before he climbs to his feet, sighing again at the way it shifts his pants, before moving to stand in the doorframe of their bedroom.
It's not his fault he wants to watch Jyn put Mateo down to sleep.
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She tries to focus on the baby, humming a lullaby that is, in reality, just a hummed version of Sin Pijama. It's not exactly appropriate for a baby but it's not like she's singing it. And it's not like he would know the difference if she were singing it.
Which she starts, soft and quiet, when Mateo makes a whining noise when Jyn attempts to lay him down. Fine, she'll keep rocking him a little while longer, swaying around the room and flashing her husband a small smile. "If you want to put your pajamas on so I can take them off, that would cut down on some time."
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But.
He gets stuck on that whole, you know, reciprocation thing all over again and can feel little pinpricks of guilt eating away at him. Why should he get to feel good when currently his amazing girlfriend is literally medically barred from the same?? "You know I am still second guessing this, right? It just does not seem fair."
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