“He wants to marry me,” River said, making patterns in the flour on the counter. They’d been having at least half-way decent food since Lancaster’s supply pick-up, and they’d even managed to get a job delivering some legitimate cargo from a nearby moon to Omnium.

Freya pushed at her face where a stray hair was irritating, leaving a white streak down her skin. It was her turn to cook, and as much as she appreciated the company, she was having to concentrate not to get this wrong. “I think we all know that, honey.”

River put her head onto one side, staring at the image she’d created, then sprinkled more flour to wipe it out. “But I'm not sure it’s time.” She glanced down at her swelling belly. “Even though this one will be born in wedlock.”

“Mal will be pleased to hear that.” She poured the batter into the hot fat, spitting in the tin.

“But Jayne wants it now. He’s afraid.”

“That you’ll leave?” Freya looked up at her. “I thought you’d got over that.”

“I have. He’s still worried. Deep down. Where he thinks I can’t see.”

Freya chuckled. “Thinks that static is keeping him safe?”

“His feelings are so strong.”

“Have you spoken to him?” She slid the tin into the oven and closed the door.

“ I'm afraid.”

“River, he loves you. He wants to marry you. You want to marry him. What’s the difference if it’s now or in a month?” She touched the young woman’s face tenderly. “Besides, if you wait much longer you won’t be able to enjoy it. All you’ll be thinking about is how big you are, and how much you need to –“

“I get the picture,” River said hastily, squirming just a little.

Freya smiled and turned back to the counter, putting the bowls into the sink. “You’re meant to be together, xaio nu . Anyone can see that.”

River sighed.

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“The baby’s growing well,” Simon said, smiling at his sister. “In about seven weeks you’ll be holding him.”

“I'm glad. I feel huge.” She looked down at her belly.

“You’re going to get bigger. And that’s actually