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Two Men And A Baby
T’Len
2000
Series: TOS
Code: K/S (humor)
Rating: PG-13 (m/m implied)
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Summary: Spock wants a child,
and Kirk has to carry it.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom
owns the boys. I borrowed them only for some fun. No money-making, no offence
of copyrights are intended. The story is mine, and it is just fanfiction.
If you are under age, please
stay away. If you have a problem with the idea that two boys love each other,
then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language,
so please be patient with my mistakes.
Isla did a really great job in correcting my errors. My greatest gratitude to
her. For all
remaining errors, blame me.
Sometime on board the
starship Enterprise.
"I feel sick."
Captain James Tiberius Kirk fell back on his bed, flopped his head back on the
pillow, and exhibited a tormented face. "And I don't want to have
breakfast!"
"Jim, you must eat
something!" Commander Spock sat down on the edge of the bunk, a
well-filled tray in his hands.
Jim gave a quick glance to
the offered food. "I don't want greens and milk. I want coffee and a juicy steak and a
brandy."
Spock suppressed a frustrated
groan. "Jim, alcohol and coffee
are really not good for you in your condition. You need vitamins and
calcium."
It occurred to him that he
had to speak as though he were dealing with a stubborn child. His Vulcan
patience began to slowly to vanish. Jim, with all of his moods, had been
difficult to take care of in the last few days.
"Stop constantly
mothering me. I'm not ill and, besides, I'm the mother in your stupid
game."
Spock did not let himself be
confused by this statement but patiently offered the glass full of milk to his
bondmate. "I do not mother you, it is only logical... "
Spock did not even find the
time to be surprised, as Jim suddenly jumped off the bed and disappeared into
the bathroom. The glass of milk was struck from Spock's hand and its contents
poured mercilessly on his uniform.
Spock rolled his eyes.
"What is wrong again now?" he murmured to himself.
The unmistakable sounds of
Jim emptying the contents of his stomach gave him the answer immediately.
A short time later, a pale
Jim Kirk appeared in the door. "I'm going to the bridge now. I'll feel a
lot better there." He pulled his
uniform straight.
The smile he gave to the
still-dripping Spock was less then friendly. "I would recommend that you put some dry clothes on yourself
before you report to duty, Commander."
***
James Kirk stretched
comfortably in his command chair on the bridge of the Enterprise and observed
the warp-stripes of the stars as they passed by.
Yes, he belonged here. He was
lost in thought as he stroked his hands over his stomach. I must have been
crazy to let myself get talked into this
situation. Jim cursed once more the day at that Spock had came to him
with a request - a very big request, to be honest.
The otherwise always so calm
Vulcan had needed a long time to find the courage to tell him: "Jim, I
want to have a child."
Jim had nearly laughed,
because he thought it was an attempt by his Vulcan to make a joke. Then it became clear to him that his
bondmate meant it quite seriously.
Spock had explained to him
that his family, and especially his father, would expect him, as the only son,
to provide the family with a heir. His
father didn't care how he did it. Sarek didn't have any concern for
Spock's relationship with
Jim.
They had both agreed that the
usual, natural way was out of the question for them. Having sex with a woman,
even for reproductive reasons, was unacceptable for both. They would not allow
their relationship to be put at risk over this.
They had seriously thought
about adoption. But suddenly McCoy, who accidentally overheard one of their
conversations about Spock's dilemma, had shown up with his idea that they
should have a child together.
Jim had only half-listened,
when the doctor talked about genetic engineering, which would permit to have
both their genes in a female egg so that the child was genetically really
theirs.
Jim hadn't wanted to know
either where or from whom McCoy had got the egg. He had let them both know that if Spock really wanted to have a
child, he would be glad to do his part - a small *donation,* he had assumed.
But he regretted this soon -
and regretted it violently. He had never expected at that time that he would to
be the one to carry the baby in this
plan. "It's a lot easier to adjust your male human body to a
pregnancy than
Spock's Half-Vulcan
one," McCoy had explained. "There are too many hormones involved, which would be too
complicated and risky with Spock's mixed
heritage."
Spock was polite enough to
say that he was sorry that he himself could not be the *mother* and carry the
child himself.
Damn, Vulcan! Jim struck the
elbow-rest of his chair furiously. Then suddenly everything around him twisted.
Damn morning sickness!
Ignoring the puzzled looks of
his crew, Jim jumped up and hurried to the turbolift. As the door opened, and
Spock stepped out, Jim barely had the time to tell to him to take over command.
When the door closed behind
him, Jim leaned dizzily against the cool wall and murmured quietly
"Sickbay."
***
"Jim, what... "
Leonard McCoy looked surprised as his captain and friend rushed into sickbay
and almost ran him over, hurrying to the nearest wash-basin.
"Shh, Jim. Everything is alright." The doctor put an arm gently around Jim's
shoulder and led him to the nearest bed.
"Nothing is
alright," Jim hissed back as he sank down on the bed.
Slowly some colour returned
to his pale face. "I feel continually sick and dizzy. I can't eat anything in the morning, and I can't stop
eating in the evening. Sometimes I'm so
furious that I want to throw the whole crew out of the nearest airlock without any reason. And then I have to
struggle not to fall into Spock's arms
and cry on the bridge."
"Morning-sickness,
dizziness and voracious appetite attacks are quite normal for the first weeks
of a pregnancy, Jim. Also mood swings. The body must adjust itself to the
changed status. Your body is reacting to the artificial hormones more
than would be the case for a woman. But there is no reason to be
disturbed; everything is really quite normal."
"Except for the small
fact that I'm a man and not a woman," Jim said sarcastically. "I
can't do it any more, Bones. I can't stand it any longer. I want my old life
back."
"If you want to
terminate the thing, then we'll finish it."
"Just like that?"
Jim was somewhat surprised. He hadn't thought it would be this easy with Bones.
"Jim, it's only fair to
speak with Spock about it first. It's his child, too. But like the women's
movement reminded us some centuries ago, your body is yours. It's your
decision. If you want to terminate the pregnancy, then we
will do it."
"Bones!" Jim Kirk
jumped off the bed with a shocked look. "You're talking about an
abortion."
"Yes, I am."
"How can you?" Jim
put his hands over his stomach protectively. "That's perverse. This is
Spock's and my child. I can't just get rid of it like that."
"Then," McCoy said
with a smirk, "you must go through this, Jim."
//////////
Some weeks later.
Captain James Kirk sat in his
command chair on the bridge of the Enterprise as they slowly approached their
destination .
In the next few weeks, the Enterprise's
crew would map the whole sector. Spock and McCoy were both happy that they were
engaged in a routine mission. In all probability, this mission would not
involve too much stress and excitement for their captain. Jim rolled his eyes,
thinking that both had been sharing the same opinion much too often lately for
his taste, especially where it concerned Jim's personal well-being.
He could not stand to hear it
anymore: "Jim, you must be careful in your condition." Hell, he was a
man and not a little child that someone had to wrap in wool. This child was
making him slowly crazy.
Lost in thought, Jim stroked
his hand over his bulging stomach, which had become quite visible under his
uniform. In spite of his troubles, he had admit to himself that it was a
beautiful feeling to give life to a new being.
If he were honest with
himself, he further had to admit that he was beginning to love the idea that he
would have a child in which he and Spock would continue to live and to whom
they could give something from themselves.
His eyes brightened as he
directed them again toward the main viewing screen. There is a fantastic
universe out there, my little one. I will teach you everything I know about it,
my son.
Jim looked up, when he
suddenly heard Spock's amused voice in his thoughts. >And what will you do,
if it is a girl?<
***
"I can't believe that
Bones with all his medical mumbo-jumbo couldn't determine the gender of the
baby as he engineered it. At least he must be able to determine it now. "
Jim snuggled himself
comfortably in Spock's arms in their bed.
"I think the doctor
knows the gender of the baby." Spock let his hands gently stroke over
Jim's growing bulge. "He just does
not want to tell us. He does not wish to spoil the anticipation and the
surprise."
"It seems to me that he
enjoys seeing me suffering. This is his revenge, for all the times when I drank
him under the table. I always knew that Bones was a sadist. And you're
conspiring with him."
Spock quickly changed the
topic to that of their mental talk some hours ago on the bridge. "You
would prefer to have a son instead of a daughter?"
Jim shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know. Yes, perhaps. I could teach everything that I know to a son
and perhaps he could follow in my footsteps and take over the Enterprise some
day."
"Jim, you are
old-fashioned. Equal rights of the genders has existed in most of the
Federation, including Earth and Vulcan for centuries. A daughter could have the
same career as a son."
"I know, Spock.
But...", Jim shrugged again helplessly. "I can't explain it. It's
just that a son would be more like you and I."
Jim turned in the arms of his
partner and examined Spock curiously. "And what do you wish? Wouldn't you
prefer a boy? Wouldn't your father
prefer a male heir?"
Jim knew that Vulcan was a
matriarchal society, but it still seemed that having a son was important to Vulcans. Spock had told him once that Sarek and
Amanda had been glad to have a son when Spock was born.
Jim didn't want to think
about this further. Fortunately, his father-in-law, who wasn't very happy about
his bonding with Spock to begin with, didn't yet know about his coming good
fortune in becoming a grandfather.
God alone probably knows,
what Sarek will say if I give birth to a daughter. Perhaps he'll want us to try
it again. In face, Spock may want more then one child after his own unhappy
experiences as an only child.
Not me, my love. Once is
enough. I won't do it again. Jim decided that if Spock want to have a second
child, he'd have to carry it by himself. He should ask Bones to start
investigating now. Pah, he didn't
believe that Spock couldn't carry a child because of his mixed heritage. It was all most likely a conspiracy between
Spock and McCoy.
"Jim." Spock
intensified his stroking of Jim's stomach as he whispered in Jim's ear,
"The gender of the baby does not matter to me. I love you, t'hy'la, and it
is marvellous that we can have a child together. The only thing that counts is
that it is healthy and you are, too."
***
"Everything is
fine." Leonard McCoy looked again at his mediscanner and smiled at the
captain who reclined on the bio-bed.
"I've seldom seen such a
normal pregnancy. Perhaps I should write a medical technical report about
you."
"Don't even think about
this, if you want to live." Jim
looked at Spock, who was watching the display of the medical monitor in
fascination.
Jim wondered if the Vulcan
could make sense out of the readings and
finally figure out the gender of
their child. But he doubted somehow that McCoy would let them know it so
easily.
Perhaps I should ask Spock to
hack into Bones' computer files. The
gender must be written down somewhere.
"Jim." McCoy
diverted his attention again as he tugged on Jim's uniform. "You should
look around for something less tight to wear. That uniform is uncomfortable,
isn't it?"
Jim looked down at the
growing bulge that appeared clearly under his uniform. Why must Starfleet
uniforms be cut so damn tight?
Jim rose slowly from the bed.
"Say it clearly, Bones. I'm
getting fat." He smiled
sarcastically. "And at your next opportunity, think about something, that
I could tell my crew about why their captain looks like a fat walrus."
"How about the
truth?" McCoy suggested.
"Are you crazy, Bones?
We agreed that this ... er ... *little experiment* would stay a secret between
the three of us."
Jim didn't want to think
about how Starfleet Command would react, if They heard at the Admirality that
the captain of their flagship was
walking around pregnant. He would probably lose command of the Enterprise
immediately. That he could not risk. And if one of the crew knows, they'd all
know it sooner or later.
On a starship, nothing
remains a secret for long.
"Bones, it out of the
question. Next thing you know, I'll be exchanging cooking recipes with Uhura
and knitting baby socks with Chapel. What would the crew think about a captain
in this condition? If they knew, no one would take me seriously any more."
Spock looked up from the
computer display at Jim. "Perhaps the doctor should resume nagging you
several times a day that you are not keeping to your suggested diet."
Jim shock his head. "I'm
afraid I couldn't possibly eat that much to explain my growing size. And I have
been eating like an overweight Horta lately "
"You must eat for two,
so it's okay," said McCoy. "Perhaps I should spread the rumour that
you caught some nasty disease during your last shore-leave. Something sexually
transmitted perhaps."
McCoy grinned. "In a
certain sense it would be true."
"Don't even think about
that, Bones." Kirk lifted his index finger threateningly. "What would
the people think about Spock and me? If nothing reasonable occurs to you, I'll
personally beam you out with the transporter and forget that you have to
rematerialize somewhere. This whole thing was your idea, so you'd better figure
out how you can get me through this."
///////////
Some weeks later.
Sitting in his command chair,
James Kirk observed the view, which the main screen offered. This was a blue, green and white world – an
uninhabited planet, which they were investigating for its raw
material potential.
For the captain, there was
not much to do in such a situation. The ship's sensors operated at full speed. The
computers analysed the results. Landing parties investigated the planet.
Usually Jim would have
accompanied one of the landing parties, if only to snatch some *fresh air*. But
now he could not do so. Spock and McCoy would have probably lashed him in his
chair if he had made the smallest effort to leave the ship.
So he sat here and bored
himself to death. I want to have adventures again. This continuing careful
treatment makes me crazy. Jim stared furiously at his extended belly, which
took all the fun out of his life. The uniform
stretched unpleasantly even
though he had already selected the largest size that the replicator offered.
Jim turned his head and
observed Spock, who was bent over his science station. The captain was
surprised that his first officer had told him, that he, too, would remain on
board and that he would let his subordinates make the planetary investigations.
Jim was not sure whether
Spock stayed on board out of solidarity with him or only to keep him under
better control.
Suddenly Jim felt something
inside him. What's that? There it was again. Was that a kick or what? But from
where? Jim, twitched suddenly when it became clear to him who moved inside him.
Surprised, he pressed his hands on his stomach and groaned quietly.
"Jim?" Spock was at
his side immediately. "What is the matter? Shall I call the doctor? Is
something wrong with you?"
Jim looked up and saw the
great concern in Spock's dark eyes. He
smiled reassuringly at his beloved.
"Everything is fine,
Spock; no reason to be concerned. I was only shocked when the baby suddenly
moved."
Jim could feel through their
bond how much Spock had to struggle not to kneel in front of him and touch his
belly. Jim gently stroked his fingers over his stomach and tried to concentrate
on the movements of their child
and to project these feelings
to Spock. >Can you feel it, Spock?< he asked silently.
>Jim!< the Vulcan was
almost speechless from the overwhelming feelings Jim had sent to him in this
way. >It is wonderful.<
***
"Spock," Jim
snuggled closer to his bondmate as they lay together in their bed in the
evening. "Don't you love me any more?"
"Jim, why would you
think that? Of course, I love
you." Spock's hand stroked lovingly over Jim's extended abdomen, feeling
the child moving inside.
"But you no longer find
me desirable because I'm as fat as a walrus. "
"Jim, I do not really
know what brought you to such an illogical idea. You do not look anything like the Terran species called walrus.
It is our child that you carry. How
could I not find you attractive, t'hy'la?"
"So why don't you want
to have sex with me any longer?"
Jim turned in Spock's arms
and examined the Vulcan closely. Spock blushed and swallowed hard.
"I did not know... I
thought... Jim, I thought, you would not have the desire for sex any more in
your condition."
"My condition, my
condition!" Jim snapped loudly. "I can't hear it any longer. Damn,
Spock, I'm not ill. I'm only pregnant. Billions of women in the whole galaxy
have been doing this for billions of year. Stop treating me as if I'm
fragile."
More quietly, he added:
"I need you, Spock. I long for you, for the love and tenderness between
us. I want to be with you."
Jim let his hands tenderly
slide along Spock's body. "Let us make love, please."
"Jim." Spock jerked
back as the tender stroking of his lover instantly had an effect on a certain
part of his anatomy. "I would also like to be with you in this manner, but
do you really think that it would be good for the baby?"
Jim smiled seductively.
"Spock, my love, I think we know a lot of positions that will bring us
both satisfaction, but won't injure the baby. Come on, don't let me wait."
//////////
Some weeks later.
"Bones, I can't stand it
any longer." Jim Kirk groaned, while the doctor held his scanner over Jim's now very extended
abdomen.
"I feel fat and ugly. I
can hardly move. Everything is hard for me to do. Every part of my body hurts. I can't sleep at night, because the
baby is kicking. I can't concentrate on anything during the day when it doesn't
move because I'm afraid that something could be wrong with the baby. If this
nightmare isn't over soon, I'll go crazy."
McCoy threw an imploring look
at Spock, who lifted his head from the monitor and responded by arching his
eyebrow.
After almost nine months, the
good doctor couldn't stand to hear Jim's continuous complaints any more. Even the Vulcan seemed to be at the end
of his patience.
McCoy had the suspicion that
under his motionless face bubbled a volcano, which was about to explode. They
say, Mc Coy thought, that becoming a father
isn't difficult, but being one is.
Becoming a father is certainly difficult for a Vulcan, too; especially if that Vulcan is bonded to Jim Kirk.
"It'll soon be over,
Jim." McCoy tried to calm down the captain. "Two weeks, then you'll both have a sweet little
vulcan-human baby in your arms."
The doctor looked again on
Spock. "When will we get to Centauri?"
"In 12 hours, 15
minutes, 34 seconds and... "
"Spare me the hundredths
and thousandths, Spock." McCoy rolled his eyes briefly and groaned internally as he asked himself which
characteristics the child probably would inherit from each of its two fathers.
Help, I may have created a monster!
"Bones, do you really
think it's a good idea to have this child there in the isolation of Centauri?
If something happens..."
Jim thought briefly of the
small cabin, which was his quiet, private vacation refuge when he wanted to
escape all the stress that the life of a starship captain brought with it. He
and Spock had decided that the cabin was the
place where he would give
birth to the child, but now he wasn't so sure that it was such a good idea.
McCoy said, "I
personally ensured that the most modern medical instruments are there. There's
nothing more that I could offer you here. And it was your decision to be as far
from the ship as possible when the baby comes. If you want, we can stay
here."
Kirk groaned. " No, for
God's sake, no."
***
"Spock, hurry up."
Jim waited impatiently on the transporter platform and watched Spock operate
the controls. "I want to go down and get this whole damn experience behind
me."
The Vulcan lifted only one
brow but said nothing while he made the last adjustments. He was about to
activate the transporter and join Kirk and
McCoy on the platform, when suddenly the door to the transporter room slid
open.
"Now what?" Jim
groaned internally and heaved himself from the platform again as Uhura and
Chapel entered. "What's wrong now?"
He did not ask in a friendly manner.
The communications-officer
and the nurse looked uncomfortable. Jim could have sworn that Nyota coloured
red in spite of her dark complexion while Christine showed an unhealthily pale
face.
For one moment there was an
embarrassing silence in the room. "Er ...
Captain," Uhura said, "we only wanted to wish you and Mr.
Spock all the best, in the name of the whole crew, of course, and ... er ...
give you
this small present."
They all knew all about
it! Jim thought suddenly as he accepted
the package. He did not know what he should say now.
He had never asked what
excuse Bones had used for his growing size. But obviously it hadn't been good
enough.
"Perhaps you could open
...?" Uhura asked shyly.
Slowly, Jim opened the
package and extracted two sets of baby-clothes, one in blue and one in pink.
"We did not know,"
Chapel explained while she shifted uncomfortably, "which colour you would
need."
Aha, Bones didn't told her
about the gender either Jim thought and then
remembered. Of course not. I have forbidden him to talk about the
pregnancy to anybody. And he made sure that Chapel wasn't near sickbay when I
had my examinations.
"Perhaps you will need
both." Uhura smiled at him.
For Gods sake, no! He didn't
want twins! No, that was impossible. Bones would not hide that from me? Or would he? Right now, he really thought
McCoy capable of doing anything to him. Bones seemed to enjoy the whole
situation much too much for Jim's comfort.
But Spock would have noticed
that when he reviewed the data during my examination. Or had McCoy also
manipulated that? Perhaps Spock did know and didn't tell him? Perhaps Spock was
too much involved in this, and Jim really couldn't trust him.
I can't stand it any longer.
Jim groaned silently, but out loud he said,
"Thanks. My thanks to all of the crew."
//////////.
Two weeks later in a cabin on
Centauri.
Jim Kirk woke up in the
middle of the night when he felt sudden violent pain. After only a moment he
realized from where the pain was coming. Yes, it was his unbelievably thick
abdomen where he felt it.
But it was not the gentle
kicking of the baby that had often woken him up during the last few nights. It
was different, more painful, and somehow there was a steady pulling in his
back, too.
It was... Oh, my God, it's
coming now!
Jim turned clumsily on his
other side. Spock was sleeping soundlessly. Jim nudged him gently.
"Spock, love, wake
up!" But instead the Vulcan moved nearer to him and put his arm around
Jim.
Jim now became more energetic
and louder. "Spock, I think it's beginning."
And in his mind, he added
>T'hy'la, I having pains. I believe that I'm in labour. Please wake up.<
Suddenly the Vulcan was
wide-awake and sat upright in the bed.
Jim almost fell out of bed
due to this violent movement, but he held on to Spock, breathing heavily.
Spock looked anxiously at
Jim. "Jim, is it...? Is it starting?" He sounded very, very concerned.
"I believe it is,
Spock." Jim struggled to breathe
calmly, but his heart was racing and
the pain seemed to tear him in pieces. He had the feeling that he would be torn
in half at any moment.
"I'll go for the
doctor." With record-speed Spock jumped out the bed and stormed out the
door, forgetting completely that he had slept naked.
Despite his pain, Jim
couldn't resist a wide grin.
***
"It's okay so far."
McCoy didn't need to look at his mediscanner. Jim's pain-distorted face said it all.
His captain and friend, who bravely faced whole hordes of Klingons, now
looked very miserable.
Bones suddenly remembered a
statement that his mother had once made when he
was still a child.
*If the men had to bear the children,
mankind would already have become extinct.* There is some truth there,
particularly if Jim Kirk was the prime example of a man having to bear the
children.
McCoy looked at Spock, who
was now dressed. "Can you carry Jim into the labour room?" The Vulcan
nodded.
"Bones, don't call it
that." Jim groaned at the thought
of the adjoining room that McCoy had equipped with medical instruments as Spock
took Jim in his arms. "It sounds like a torture-chamber."
***
"Spock, don't stand in
my way." Leonard McCoy could not completely hide the excitement in his
voice. He didn't bring a child into the world every day and especially not one
that had been carried by a man.
Spock fulfilled all the
clichés of an excited expectant father as he paced nervously through the room.
"Stop pacing and make
yourself useful by wiping the sweat from Jim's face or holding his hands."
He gave a wet face-cloth to
Spock. The Vulcan stepped obediently to Jim's side.
"Aah...! Ooh ...!"
Jim groaned aloud, turned his head to the right and left side and pressed his
hands desperately on his belly. "I can't stand it any more!"
Spock took his hands and
stroked them gently. Dark eyes looked with concern at Jim's face, which had
turned red and then unhealthily pale. Jim seemed to perceive nothing around
him.
"It won't last much
longer, Jim " McCoy stated calmly. "You'll make it soon. Do you want to be fully sedated or only a
local anaesthetic for the caesarean?"
"Local only," Jim
brought out between clenched teeth. "After these nine horrible months, I
don't want to miss the best part of it all."
A new pain vibrated through
Jim's body. Spock pressed his hands soothingly
and then wiped the sweat off
Jim's face.
Jim groaned. "And when
this is all over and I can move again normally, I will
kill you both."
The pain became unbearable.
Jim cried out.
"Aaaaah!!! "
***********
"Aaaaah!!!" Captain
James Tiberius Kirk woke up his whole body covered with sweat.
Where was he and what was
this terrible nightmare? He felt heat and an
oppressing pressure.
Jim breathed a few times
deeply and the memories returned slowly. He was in Spock's cabin, which
explained the warmth and the higher gravity. He was in the bed of his bondmate
and it was obviously still in the middle of the night.
Jim shook his head with
amusement as he remembered his odd dream. He had been pregnant with Spock's
child. That was really crazy. How had his subconscious? come up with such a
crazy idea?
Jim's thoughts slid back to
the discussion that he and Spock had that evening. They had indeed talked about
the topic of having children, and about how they could be conceived and their
own wishes regarding a family.
But they had agreed that
their love for each other and their life on the Enterprise with all their
friends was enough family for now. And should they really want to have a child sometime in the distant future they
agreed that adoption was an acceptable solution.
Really amusing, what the
dream made out of this. Jim couldn't believe it quite yet. However, the idea of himself with a thick baby-bulge
as the result of one of McCoy's experiments caused him to almost laugh out
loud.
Jim wanted to straighten up
in order to look at the chronometer to see the time, but something heavy and oppressing
on his abdomen prevented him from it.
My stomach! Jim looked for
one moment and the dream came back with
frightening clarity. He looked
down at his body and then smiled when he
determined what was making his stomach feel heavy.
Spock was sleeping with his
head on Jim's stomach, his arms tightly wrapped around the hips of his
bondmate.
Jim's smile became brighter
as he remembered *what* they had done and why Spock had been so exhausted that
he fell instantly asleep. No wonder Jim had dreamed about a thick abdomen when
Spock was asleep resting on Jim's stomach. The Vulcan was far from light.
Three times in a row. That even knocked Spock out.
Gently, he pulled on the
shoulders of his mate. A sleepy "Hmm?" answered him.
"Love, please come up.
You're too heavy to sleep on my belly."
"Hm." Slowly, Spock
shifted so he lay beside with Jim. Strong arms closed instantly over the chest
of his bondmate.
Jim snuggled himself into the
delightful embrace. "Do you know what I dreamed because you were so heavy
on my stomach and we talked a while ago about a family? Something really odd. I was pregnant with a
child from you."
"Wha- ?" Spock, still half-asleep, didn't believe his
ears.
"It was such an odd
experiment from Bones. Something with a female egg and our combined genes in
it. And I had to carry the child. Really crazy, isn't
it?"
Jim grinned broadly. He found
his dream really weird now.
The grin on the face of the
captain died abruptly, however, when he heard what Spock murmured, apparently
in seriousness.
"A fascinating
idea."
-end-
continued in Jimborella