"So he needs a name?"

"Yes?"

"Scary Government Operative isn't a name?"

"Mal wants to name him Judy, I peeked."

“That is rather dire.... Can we name him Frodo?”

“No.”

“Megatron?”

“No.”

“Wolverine?”

"No."

"Ash Ketchum?"

River’s dark eyes shot her boyfriend a sobering look. "From Pallet Town?"

“Spock?” He smiled encouragingly.

River smacked him as they lay in bed, listening to his fake whimper as he held her close and set a kiss right between her eyes. The sun was on it's slow decent, and through the window the light was the color of summer peaches as the lovers kept to their nest. Off to the side, York was grooming Boston as they snuggled up on a pile of clothes.

"Alright, alright I'll be serious." Fiyero gave a professional look, steely eyed as he drew up a brow. "Obi-wan?"

River pummeled Fiyero with a pillow.

He gave a muffled laugh from beyond the downy square he was being smacked with. "Please say yes to Obi-wan!.” There was a sound whump of a pillow against his face “I swear he can go by Ben Kenobi…"

She continued to beat him, and he continued to laugh.

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"How... When.... she's.... No! She's eighteen years old and she's still so....."

Inara came over to Simon, as she was in Simon and Kaylee's bedroom helping them with the clothes, and rubbed his back soothingly. The poor doctor, was wound so tight from the day, and his sister's newfound amour and maturity was only wearing him more ragged.

His head dipped as his mouth was open wide and rather unintelligible sounds came forth. "She's... She’s so…. She's River and she's... she's....”

“She’s not a frail little girl that needs you every day of every hour anymore.” Inara responded to his soulful eyes, lost voice and signature flustered mien. “She’s strong now, independent, beautiful and mature enough for an intimate relationship.”

Simon turned his head to her. “I don’t know anything about this…. Fiyero…” He cringed slightly at the name. “Fiyero… is that even a name?”