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I have decided this will be a 3 part story, so here is part 2. Enjoy.

Nyota knew that marring a Vulcan would be challenging. She had accepted that, planned for it and even made a mental list of all the things Spock would be uncomfortable around or doing. It would be the blending of two cultures that had adapted to their antagonistic tendencies in two very separate expressions. Vulcans had chosen to suppress all emotion so they would never again bring themselves to the brink of destruction by their own hands. Humans had embraced their emotions and had chosen to better themselves through compassion to one another. During the time they had been dating, Spock and Nyota had overcome several challenges and had learned to adapt to the other's needs and respect each other's cultures. Nyota was well aware that Spock would not be openly romantic with her and had learned to cherish all the little moments when he let her know how much he cared for her. While he had never mentioned love, he did propose to which she had quickly, joyously and maturely accepted.

However, she was not prepared for Spock to see nearly all of her wedding preparations as frivolous and unacceptable. Spock had allowed for it to be a Human wedding, so why now was he deciding that it was illogical?! She was furious. Nearly every evening when she was trying to explain the progress she and Gaila had made that day, Spock would either make those condescending Vulcan remarks or not bother to comment at all. She had not been prepared for the emotional rollercoaster her un-emotional mate would put her through just over the wedding. She had tried to keep these thoughts and comments to herself, but last night when Spock had made the comment that spending all this time in preparation of a ceremony that would not last over thirty minutes was illogical, that is when the shit hit the fan. She had barely said two words to him since. Nyota was extremely pleased that she had an off day but Spock had to report to the bridge. Maybe there would be enough time for her to cool down before he returned to their quarters.

Nyota and Gaila had spent most of the day adding the final touches to the ceremony. Kirk would be presiding, Gaila would be the maid of honor and, surprisingly enough, Sulu was going to be the best man. Nyota had chosen earth tones for the wedding with several bright highlights as was her family's custom. She had already gotten the replicator programmed for the dresses that she and Gaila would wear. Spock and Sulu would be in their dress uniforms. There had been much discussion between the two women if they should also wear their dress uniforms, but Nyota decided that she would only get married once and she didn't want to remember her wedding day with an uncomfortable dress uniform because it was already going to be uncomfortable enough with a stiff Vulcan at her side. Gaila, who didn't know much about Earth weddings never once told her best friend that she thought all this preparation was frivolous. She had happily worked along side Nyota to get as much done as quickly as possible.

They were currently working on the seating arrangement and the dinner selections with Gaila noticed that Nyota was beating her stylus against her PADD harder than normal. She knew that Spock and Ny had argued earlier about what he had said, but surely by now Ny was over that. On the outside the human woman was the perfection of cool detachment, but one look into those chocolate eyes and Gaila could see the fire brewing. It struck Gaila as odd that of all the things Spock had said or done over the years that to tell her a wedding ceremony was frivolous and illogical would get Ny this upset. Had the woman forgot she was bonding with a Vulcan? "Ny, if you beat that PADD any more it won't work." Gaila tried to smile but Ny shot her a 'go-straight-to hell' look, even the Orion knew that look. "Ok, fine, I've been trying to avoid this, but you have to tell me what's going on. I have never seen you this mad before! Come on, it's Spock we're talking about here! He thinks everything is illogical!" Gaila plopped down on the settee next to her best friend.

Nyota weighed her options, she could either try to talk this thru with Gaila, stay mad or get Gaila to help plan her revenge. Let no one make the mistake of thinking Nyota Uhura did not have a mean streak. However, it would be illogical not to take the opportunity to use Gaila as a sounding board and her personal therapist. "You know why I am mad, Gaila! How could he say such a thing when he knows how important it is to me?!" Ny threw the PADD clean across the room in a rare fit of anger.

Gaila cringed as the piece of machinery made contact with the opposite wall. "Ny, are you absolutely sure Spock understands how important this it to you?" She snuck a glance at Ny's face. Seeing the doubt shadow the other woman's features she continued because damnit she was on the right track. "Spock is a Vulcan and Vulcan boding ceremonies are very private, you know. They do have a large meal afterwards, but it is not prepared in such detail as humans. Maybe you should really talk to him about what everything means. I doubt there is a book any where in the Star Fleet data bank that would outline exactly what you are doing between the dresses and the food and the decorations. The United African Nations are so diverse with such a strong old-European influence that even some of your old neighbors might not understand, Ny. Give Spock a break. I really and truly doubt that even the unemotional Vulcan meant anything negative with his comment." Gaila was proud of herself for sounding so much like the psychologists back at Star Fleet Medical and for remembering so much Earth historical data.

It was as if a light bulb had went off inside Ny's head. Which she subtracted her own emotional response from the equation, Gaila was absolutely right. She felt like she was a little kid again who had been scolded by her mother for a hissy fit. She glanced at the chronometer on Gaila's wall. Spock was off duty, had been for nearly an hour. "Gaila, you are so right. Thanks for the pep talk." Ny stood and retrieved the broken PADD from the floor. "You are such a good friend." She hugged the green girl closely and shyly looked up at her.

Gaila smiled down at her best friend whose eyes shown with embarrassment. "I'm glad the logical Vulcan bride has seen things my way." She pushed Ny towards the door. "Now, if you hurry you might have time for awesome make-up sex before dinner and some more after dessert" Gaila winked as Ny rolled her eyes.

Ny had to forcefully keep herself from running down the hall. She had been so blinded by her misconception of Spock's words that she had failed to see his naivety behind his Vulcan demeanor. She was really going to have to work on that. She really felt bad for having wasted an entire day in her anger. This was one of the times she wished Spock's mother had lived, it would have been a great resource and understanding partner in such times. Nyota smiled as their door came into view. She had a great idea. The next time something like this happened she would ask herself WWAD – What Would Amanda Do? But right now she had some making up to do with her fiancé.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Please review and tell me if this was ok, and if you think it's not I would love some pointers. I really have not tried the Nyota perspective or the Gaila view-point.

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