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“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jim declared.

Spock arched a brow. “It was your idea.”

“I know, but…you aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” And the idea that Spock might be made Jim suddenly queasy.

“Not even one. It is my desire, my dream, to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Jim, eyes shining, kissed him.

“All right, all right, save that for after the ceremony!”

Jim released Spock, laughed, and turned to Bones. “Glad you could make it.”

“Make it? Wouldn’t miss this for the world. You two are a couple of idiots, but it’s about time you realized you’re better as idiots together.”

Spock frowned. “That is nonsensical and illogical.”

At that moment, Commodore Paris arrived in the conference room to perform the ceremony. She smiled widely.

“Welcome all to the wedding ceremony of Captain James T. Kirk and Commander Spock. It’s an honor to officiate. Gentlemen, are you ready? Have you got everyone here that you want to witness?”

Jim glanced at the door of the conference room to see Sulu, Chekov, Jaylah, Scotty, and Uhura arriving.

He smiled. “Yeah I think that’s everyone.”

Uhura came over to Spock and hugged him. “I can’t believe you’re going to do it.”

“It is what I want,” Spock said simply.

“I know.” She smiled at Jim. ”Congratulations, Captain.”

“Thank you, Nyota.”

“Places everyone,” Commodore Paris said.

Jim and Spock moved to the front of the conference room and stood in front of the Commodore.

The words were a blur to Jim, as he couldn’t take his eyes off Spock, or stop thinking that when all of this was said and done, Spock would be his husband.

“Jim, do you take Spock to be your husband?”

“Oh yeah.”

Everyone laughed and even Spock’s lips twitched.

“And Spock, do you take Jim to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“By the power designated to me by the United Federation of Planets, I pronounce you husbands. You may kiss.”

“You bet I will.” Jim fisted Spock’s dress uniform tunic and pulled him close, sealing their union with a passionate kiss.