While Laura was enacting her full agenda, Bill had been creating a detailed security plan for the wedding ceremony. The plan was so complex it made his head spin and when he finally looked up at the clock he realized that he was about to be late for the pre-flight briefing if he didn't hurry, so he left his quarters and went directly to the wardroom.

When he walked through the hatch he saw his fiancée's red hair across the room where she was reviewing a file. He nodded to Saul and Lee who were going over some diagrams and went over to Laura. He bent down and before she knew what was happening, Bill had placed a solid kiss directly on her lips. A blush surfaced on her face as she pulled away from him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder to chastise him about public displays of affection. "Admiral, please, this is a briefing . . ."

Bill bent down and kissed her again, making her blush more fervently. "I'm sorry Madame President, I was under the impression we were getting married the day after tomorrow." He smiled at her, captivated by her blush, and sat down next to her. "I listened to the press conference this morning, I'm sorry I couldn't be there. It sounded like it went well though."

Laura sighed, remembering the incessant questions the reporters had asked her. "As well as could be expected, I suppose."

"And how did everything go with Dee? Did you find a dress?"

Bill was anxious to hear her response and hoped she would describe it to him, but she left her answer mildly ambiguous, having already decided that she wanted to keep the dress a secret from him until he saw her walking down the aisle. "Let's just say that Dee and I were successful."

Bill frowned but before it could become a full-fledged pout he continued asking her about her day. "Should I even ask how your meetings with the Quorum members went?"

"They were rather stunned at the news of our engagement but they weren't nearly as negative about it as I thought they'd be."

"They're not afraid that I'll brainwash you and start making all of your official Presidential decisions for you?"

"Quite the contrary, they're thrilled at the prospect of the military doing everything the civilian government wants it to." They both began quietly laughing at themselves.

While they had been talking, the rest of the group had assembled around the tables and were waiting for Adama and Roslin to finish their conversation, but at the sound of their laughter Tigh's patience ran out. "If it's ok with the two of you, we'd like to go ahead and have this pre-flight briefing."

Just when Laura thought her face couldn't get any redder she was proven wrong as she noticed that the entire room had been staring at them for the past few moments, clearly hearing every word of their conversation.

After Bill was certain that Saul had understood that his comment was out of line, he decided to begin the briefing. "Captain Apollo, if you'd like to go ahead and start."

"Of course." Lee stood up and walked to the diagrams he had posted on the far wall and began detailing the specific steps and components of the impending mission. Everyone was authentically involved and interested with everything Captain Adama said even though the meeting lasted about two hours. Once everyone understood and was satisfied with the mission plan, Admiral Adama dismissed them back to their normal duties, leaving him alone in the room with the President.

Laura stood up and began putting files back in her briefcase. "Are you coming with me to help taste the best cakes the galley has to offer?"

"No, I'm afraid I'm not, I still have a lot of work to do on the security plan for the wedding."

"In that case I suppose I'll see you in your quarters later for pre-marital counseling. Whose idea was that anyway?"

Bill saw her exasperatingly roll her eyes and heard a tinge of a whine in her voice. "It might not be a bad idea, Laura."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him, glanced at the clock on the wall, and turned towards the door. "If you'll excuse me, Admiral, I'm expected in the galley."

"Of course Madame President, I don't want to keep you from your cake tasting." He picked up his files with one hand and slipped the other around her waist, holding her lightly. "I'll see you later."

She put her hand on his elbow, "I'll be back in your quarters as soon as I can." She leaned in and kissed him softly and Bill's grip on her tightened.

"They're our quarters, Laura."

"In that case, Admiral, I will see you later in our quarters." She kissed him again and eased out of his grip and walked out of the room, turned back to look at him just before she stepped through the hatch, smiled, and left.