Leaning back in his chair, Maxwell Amadeus Wynter (nee Logan) looked forlornly at the empty coffee cup that sat to one side, and then at the small pile of PaDD’s that had accumulated from the few short months they had been in the Delta Quadrant. It had been short, yes, but eventful. After coming through the Wormhole he had married the ships CMO after only two weeks after meeting her. For most, the whirlwind romance was hard to understand, especially with the, vigor, that the two took to their marriage and how well they worked together.

What most couldn’t understand, was the Mintaran custom of arranged marriage by contract and questionnaire, the happy couple previously having gone through literally hundreds of questions, sub questions and cross checked questions designed to give the Mintaran Ministry of Harmony a complete insight into the person filling out the form, and then matching that person with the best ‘mate’ in their files. The two then peruse the other’s file, the family’s meet to sign a pre-marriage agreement and as soon as possible after that contract is signed, the marriage is formalized and the newlywed couple go on about their business of getting to know each other intimately. Most wouldn’t understand, but the success rate of the Ministry in matching couples and the extremely low rate of divorce was testament to how well the system worked. Besides, Max thought with a grin, Jasmine was absolutely stunning, intelligent, elegant and about the hottest doctor in the Delta Quadrant, and she was his wife. He was hardly going to complain at that outcome.

That point, however, made him lean forward and absently draw random doodles on the ships layout plan that was imposed on his desk surface. They had been so busy, especially with most facilities in this sector having to be built by Starfleet and overseen by the Manhattans crew, that Max and Jasmine had not yet had a real honeymoon. Of course they had visited the Holodeck, the skifields of Hoth had become a favourite, and their wedding venue of the Death Star Hangar and Jabba’s Palace as their reception had become fun places to relax with other activities, but they had not yet gone on that all important Honeymoon. Flicking on his console to send a message, Max opened a channel to his wife who had been lucky enough to have the day off and, being lunch time, he decided to take a few minutes to see how her day was going.

=/\=Jasmine, it’s Max. Hey Pumpkin, are you busy? =/\=

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE