Kirk looked over the people milling around.
The bride was already there, dress uniform starched and perfect and long hair tumbling wildly around her.
This was a wedding, no reason not to relax a bit.
The groom had opted against the uniform and decided on the traditional costume of his culture. He would be there in just a few moments.
Jim went through his plans for what he wanted to say.
He loved weddings, he even loved the fact that he could officiate them as a Captain, still, a part of him was always sure he would do something wrong: forget the names, say something stupid, fall down during the ceremony, the ship going to red alert before they were through...
Bones told him he was an idiot (not really. Bones' word of choice had been harsher) and that it wouldn't be a problem and everything would be fine.
"Stop stressing, Jim. Or I order you to sickbay for a check up"
The groom came through the door, a happy smile on his face as he saw his waiting bride.
The whole wedding party sorted themselves and bride and groom stood infront of their Captain, hopeful eyes on him.
A deep internal sigh. Come on, you are the Captain of the Enterprise. You can do this!
"Today I have the great honor of..."