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“Can you believe they’re finally doing it?”

Jim frowned at his PADD, not looking up from it as he read the latest mission details. “Mm.”

“Well, didn’t you think they’d never get married?” Bones demanded.

“None of my business,” Jim murmured. “I’m just officiating.”

“Surprised you agreed.”

Jim flicked his gaze to his disgruntled friend. “Was there a reason I should have refused?”

Bones looked vaguely uncomfortable and shrugged. “You know. With the history and all.”

Jim shook his head. “What’s done is done. I have no problem with it.”

“I suppose. Do you plan to be at the beach reception afterward?”

Jim smiled. “Only for a short time. It’s a pleasure planet. I intend to spend some of my shore leave doing stuff I’d like to do.”

“What’s got your attention anyway?”

“Orders for after shore leave.”

They were seated at a table in the mess. Jim had a chicken sandwich and Bones had egg salad.

Jim looked up and smiled when Spock approached carrying his tray of vegetable stir fry.

“That smells better than it probably is.”

Spock arched a brow as he took his seat. “It is actually tasty for being replicated.”

“We were talking about the upcoming nuptials,” Bones told Spock.

“He was talking, I was listening.”

“Barely,” Bones cracked.

“He’s surprised the wedding is happening after all this time.” Jim looked at Spock pointedly.

“Is it unusual to have an extended courtship on Earth?” Spock asked politely.

“Well, the days of childhood betrothals has been over for a long time,” Jim said, smiling.

Bones sighed and pushed his plate away with only about half his egg salad sandwich finished. “What’s your plan after the wedding, Spock?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I do not believe there are any particular planned activities save for playing it by ear.” He glanced at Jim.

“Yep. He’s right. I’ve booked a house close to the beach with spectacular views for three nights. You’re welcome to join us, Bones.”

He moved his leg away when Spock’s foot came toward it. He smiled serenely.

“Threes a crowd. I’ve already had enough of you two lovebirds joined at the hip to last me for the rest of my life. And I gotta go.”

Spock watched McCoy depart. “Does the doctor have some particular concern about Carol Marcus’ wedding?”

“He wonders if my widdle heart is broken seeing her get married. And actually performing the ceremony. She asked. I had no issue with it. We haven’t been…anything…for years and she’s been with Lucas for a long time. They wanted to get married when the Enterprise happened to have shore leave here anyway.”

Spock nodded.

“And it gives me a chance to see David. It’s all good.” Jim covered Spock’s hand with his. “Fun in the sun.”

“It does beat the snow from the last shore leave.”

Jim laughed. “Yep. We can take surf lessons.”

“Or not.”

He laughed again. “Or not.”