Jasmine delayed as much as humanly possible before heading to the CNS office for her and Max’s appointment. It had nothing to do with Olivia. She seemed like a lovely person. It was more the process of dealing with another counselor. Bob Footinadoor was a force of nature and since the laws governing confidentiality in Mintaran culture were different than the Federations it meant Mr. and Mrs. Logan and Wynter had a full report after each session. Hopefully, the session with Olivia would be vastly different. Exiting the turbo Jasmine saw Max almost pacing in front of the office. The past five sessions they had experienced as a Mr. and Mrs. had not been ideal for him. Jasmine knew by the look on his face with the slight smirk she had had about three more minutes before he followed through with the medical emergency threat of breaking his own arm not to do this alone. Jasmine knew exactly what her husband meant. Both she and he had legitimate reasons they were once absent from a Bob counseling session leaving the other alone. It was enough that they swore on a blood oath never to experience that again.

“I told you I would be here,” she said sauntering up to him letting her hips sway a bit more than necessary knowing he would be looking at that versus her face. She liked to tease him a bit and being on a ship like this did not lend to many chances to be playful. “You didn’t doubt me chief now did you,” she said softly letting her face get as close to his as possible without actually touching.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO