His son had been behaving strangely all day, a mix between confused and awed and yet wholly grumpy and if Jango didn’t know better, he’d say it was hormones. Boba was after all in that stage of growing where humans started hormone production and it was normal for growing children’s personalities to be in flux.

But Jango did know better, which was why he was keeping a close eye on Boba.

Someone else might assume it was one of the other clones, having snuck into the apartment but that much at least Jango could tell. He would always know which one was Boba and one of the… the other ones.

Boba was unique and Jango loved his son with all his heart and all his soul.

This was his adiik, not one of his eyayah, he didn’t even need Boba to open his mouth to know that.

But that didn’t change that Boba was acting strange.

Yet he couldn’t make sense of it, as eyes just like his looked at him and somehow seemed both older and yet still young at the same time, as Boba pushed into his space and hugged Jango tightly around the waist, his small fingers pressing hard into his hip.

It hurt a tad and Jango was sure to have some tiny bruises later on but the desperation in the hug had Jango simply stroking Boba’s fluffy hair with a soft murmur of reassurance that he wasn’t leaving for a while. Honestly, after the failed hit on the Senator, he best stay put anyhow.

The Jedi were on his tail and he knew that Tyrannus had done his to keep Kamino hidden, so this was his best shot to avoid not only prison but also the rage of his employer.

Then Boba came back from a ‘walk’ into the facility with two other children that same day that weren’t clones, leading the bigger one into the room with a determined expression.

Two impossible children that just shouldn’t have been on Kamino.

One wide eyed, light brown child with a red outfit with impossible grass and earth stains, his hood pulled into his face and if his hands had been free, Jango bet that he would have been tugging it into his face.

But his hands weren’t free as Boba was holding tightly onto one of them, scowling at anyone that came close to the other child, even Jango. In the other hand, another child was held and this one was even more impossible than the first.

The first one was at least human, maybe a genetic mutation from Jango’s own stock, though unlikely as he knew that the Kaminoan’s would have culled such a different chi-clone.

The second was tiny and green, with big dark eyes and twitching ears, looking like that supposedly ancient Jedi that ran the Jedi order. It looked at Jango and cooed at him, wiggling little limbs.

Maybe… not a child but a baby?

It did seem smarter than a baby but if it was true how old the supposed grandmaster of the Jedi order was, then maybe this was a baby in terms of his kind.

“This is Din. He’s staying,” Boba announced in a demanding tone, staring up at Jango. Jango raised his brows at his son, which caused Din to let out a soft squeak and hide a bit behind Boba. Considering he was taller, Din had to hunch down a bit to manage. “Please buir, he has no where else to go.” Boba’s tone softened, an edge of desperation filling it.

‘I must be going soft.’ Jango internally sighed, even as he rolled up his sleeves. “Alright, he can stay… but I want and explanation Boba.” He stated sternly, hiding a smile when Boba instantly seemed to slump at the agreement.

Boba was very attached to this other child, it was clear in the way he behaved, the way he clung to the other and relaxed when Jango agreed to let him stay.

“Grogu too, he has to stay too.” Boba suddenly stated and the green baby cooed loudly, ears twitching. Well, that answered what the child’s name was too at least.

Well, he was already letting one child stay, what did a second one matter?

He hadn’t promised they’d stay forever after all, he wasn’t making a commitment just yet.

But he did need answers, about where these children came from, how Boba knew them, why his Boba had undergone such a change just overnight. ‘But not tonight.’ Jango noted to himself as he zeroed on in Din trying to hide a yawn, the way he clung to Boba’s hand and his minor trembles.

The child was exhausted. “I’m going to make some boiled mealgrains with honey, in the meantime, I want you to show Din the fresher and get him some clothes. His are dirty,” Jango instructed, Boba jerking a bit to look at his… friend? With narrowed eyes. “After that you are all three going to bed, understood?” He raised his brows.

He got one timid nod, a burble of spit and Boba’s cheerful agreement before his child towed the other two towards the fresher, his voice fading the further he moved away with the heavy rain of Kamino hitting the building.

‘…What in the galaxy have I agreed to now?’ Jango couldn’t help but muse as he made his way to the kitchen, shaking his head with a slight sigh. ‘Did I just adopt two new kids? On the demands of my own child?’ He couldn’t help but wonder with amused bewilderment.

Adiik = Child

Eyayah = Echos

Buir = Parent (dad)