Everything was really great today. Zoe was getting ready for the baby. The room is beautiful. Kaylee was helping, although the colors she was using scary. Zoe was afraid but Kaylee looked too happy. Mal was talking to Jayne about another job.

" Mal, when is our next job? I've been hungry from a while now." Mal shook his head. "Jayne all you ever think about is food and money." "And women. Don't forget the women. Ain't had one of them in a while though. Hand is getting a little sore." Mal gave him an exasperated sigh. "Of all the things that have come out of your mouth. That's got to be one of the worst." Jayne smirked to himself more than Mal, proud of his dirty mind. "The job we have is off world, further in the sky. We'll get there in three days, maybe four. We'll talk details then. So relax for now but we may have a fight soon on our hands." Jayne left for his room as Kaylee showed up beside Mal. " How is the room coming?" " Shiny, captain. Just shiny." Kaylee gave a small, sad smile. Mal knew that look. " What's wrong?" Kaylee looked everywhere else but at Mal. " I just feel Zoe is still a might sad. I don't want her to be sad capt'." Mal sighed and put his hand on her shoulder. " I know but right now she needs to heal. It hasn't been that long. The good news is she always has us, right?" Kaylee just looked down. "When you can't run, you crawl and when you can't do that..." Kaylee looked up, " you find someone to carry you." Mal patted her head and she went back to Zoe. He walked on over to the kitchen. Poured himself a cup of water and sat down. He felt all alone, but in reality he had a crew. This crew was full of love because that's the only way this boat will fly. Love. He wasn't so sure he could show much. After Wash and Shepard, how many more would he lose? How much more could he take?