September 2, 2364

If one more person asks me what the wedding date is, I will go on a rampage. I know Travis can tell how much this is driving me crazy, as every time there is so much as a hint that someone is going to ask me about it, he will cut in and very pointedly change the subject.

As expected, Mother started in on me and Travis the moment we arrived. She knew the perfect place to get my dress, the reds in the leather were the color of blood, the fur of the highest quality. And she knew the perfect hall to hold the ceremony in. Travis smiled and nodded through it all, and looked to me.

When I finally got a word in edgewise, and told her I wasn't planning on having a traditional Klingon wedding, she quickly demanded what I did plan instead. She was clearly not pleased when I explained that I wanted to mix Klingon and Earth tradition together, to honor both sides of the marriage.

She accused Travis of talking me into this, an odd change considering how she'd previously seemed to act as if he could do no wrong. He didn't even flinch at the implication, and impressed me when he didn't back down or try to talk me into coming around to her side of the matter. He calmly (which only seemed to irritate her more) explained that he felt privileged enough to even get to marry me, and he would be entirely happy with whatever I wanted in regards to the wedding. Even just a common law marriage in a courthouse somewhere.

Mother didn't talk to us for the rest of the day. Good thing we were staying with Kang and Zia again. Kang told us that she'd been moody lately, especially with Kaith out on longer patrols and getting home less frequently.

Speaking of Kaith, he's due in tomorrow.