He felt odd, no that’s the wrong, he felt different. They had shared a bed often enough that he knew her body. Every curve, scar, freckle and grease stain. He hadn’t expected to feel ownership, no that’s the wrong word. Belonging, no, he had felt that that before at the hospital. What Book had said earlier about being one flesh, now that describes it. At the time he thought it had meant sex, but he was wrong. Those two words, one flesh, fit the way he was feeling and his thermo-dynamic miracle analogy perfectly.

He had started writing in his journals as an intern, to keep track of his hectic, confusing life. Now it was a compulsion. When he had shown then to Kaylee she had pouted, they were mostly written in Latin. Tonight he was using English, a surprise for his wife, another two word phrase he liked, so he could share his thoughts with her. One flesh, he must borrow Book’s book to explore the concept more thoroughly.

She had lost weight the last few weeks, this had worried him. Luckily she liked him to “play doctor” as long as she was the “admissions nurse”. Just a few missed meals and strenuous “exercise” was his prognosis. She was perfectly healthy, perfectly beautiful and perfectly loving. “Husband eyes”, the brat was right.

While Kaylee was changing into her traveling outfit he had pulled River aside.

“You look beautiful mei mei, and happy.”

She buried her grin into his chest in a big hug. ‘You are such a boob.”

“River…”

“No! I have a sister now,” she said grinning loudly. “I have many sisters now!”

Kaylee’s sisters were smiling at them.

“You have brothers too,” Mac added, putting a hand on River’s shoulder.

Looking up at Mac with big, round, soulful, innocent eyes. “One brother’s too many…”

(Dani’s hanging onto the reddening Mac’s arm to keep from collapsing in laughter.)

“… and eights not enough!” she adds kissing Mac’s cheek.

“Watch your adding little one,” Mal spoke from the crowd of laughing family that had joined the pair’s private moment.