“Honey, I’m not so sure about this.”

“What?” Kaylee asked, checking Bethany was sleeping soundly in her crib and pulling the light cover a little higher.

“Your family organising our wedding.”

Kaylee turned to look at him. “Why?”

“I … it’s a lot of work.”

“That weren't what you were gonna say.” She crossed her arms. “You worried they might embarrass you?”

“No, no!” Simon said quickly, stepping forward. “I … it’s just … being done third hand like this … I …” He tried to gather himself. “I thought you’d want to be doing it.”

“You are. You’re worried they’re gonna make it some kind of big fancy hoedown. Ain't you?”

He tried to smile. “A little?” he admitted, waiting for her to get really angry with him and walk away in a huff.

To his surprise she smiled. “Honey, they wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh. Good.”

“That don’t sound like you’re reassured at all.”

“No, I am.” He smiled again. “Honest.”

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand and leading him back to their room next door. “You really need to tell me what the problem is.”

Simon followed her inside. “I … I wish it were just us.”

“Like the Cap’s wedding?” Kaylee kicked off her shoes.

Simon nodded, closing the door behind him. “Yes. That was just us, just family, and that made it so much more … fun.” It was a bad word to use, but the only one that came to mind.

“It will be family,” she pointed out. “Just maybe a few more of them.”

“How many more?” he asked, pulling his sweater over his head and letting it fall to the decking.

“See, you just don’t know how to treat your clothes,” Kaylee scolded, picking it up and turning the sleeves the right way out. “And I ain't your maid.”

“No, I know.” He took the offending article from her and dropped it back on the floor. “So how many more?”

“More what?” She shimmied out of her coveralls.

“People.”

“Well, there’s my immediate kin, a’course. Then there’s Pa’s three brothers and their families, and I think four of them got married in the last year, a