Zoë was confined to her bed, doctor’s orders. He allowed her only a couple of hours of movement. Most of that was spent washing up. She resisted at first the being confined to the bed. Wash would find Zoë in the cargo bay trying to load the cargo or take inventory on the goods. Inara had found Zoë in the kitchen standing on a chair trying to reach the top cupboard. The last draw was when Zoë had strapped on a pistol and somehow got on the mule to go do a job with Mal and Jayne.

“Zoë what in the hell you think your doing?” Mal asked as he threw his bag on the mule.

“The job sir.”

Mal started laughing. “That is about the funniest thing I heard in a long while…Zoë you ain’t going.”

“It’s a milk run. We dealt with Pablo before, shouldn’t be a problem.”

Jayne joined them amused about how Zoë managed to get herself on the mule. “Zoë what you expect to when something goes wrong and a fight breaks out…ya planning to squash ‘em by sittin on them seeing how your rump got so big.”

“Jayne.” Mal barked.

“What! It’s true Mal. Zoë looks more like stuffed pig than a woman!”

Zoë punched Jayne in the shoulder.

“Oww. Why’d you do that for?” Jayne rubbed his aching shoulder.

Mal laughing. “Jayne’s got a point…you ain’t no good to us like that…and if your husband found out that you went on a job…well…well he’ll try to kill me. I don’t want your babies to be without a father Zoë. So, no you ain’t going.”

“Sir.”

“No use in arguing, you ain’t going…Doc.” Mal screamed. “Doc!”

Simon came running into the cargo bay. “What’s wrong?” He knew immediately what was wrong when he saw Zoë on the mule.

“Seems that Zoë got in her head that she’s going on the job.” Mal said.

“Zoë you’re supposed to be on bed rest.” Simon took her hand to get her off the mule.

Jayne hopped on. “Mule run a lot faster now without all that weight.”

“Jayne!” Mal barked.

“What…I’m just saying what everybody thinking. Zoë woman you blew up.”

“That’s because she is caring twins Jayne.” Simon responded.

“Still look like a stuffed pig.”

Mal turned and l