Disclaimer: I'm Heartbroken that I don't own StarTrek ....one can but dream. I also do not own 'Hushabye Mountain'. It's always been a favourite of mine and I thought it suited the story so I borrowed it. X
Translations are provided in brackets next to the Vulcan phrases.
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Kiss Curls.
By StarChild x
The small infant lay tenderly on her mother's abdomen, tiny little fingers curled tightly into minute fists. She made no sound except for the coo of contentment as she her voice low, Uhura sang a lullaby, in fact her favourite lullaby which her grandmother used to sing to her as a small child.
A
gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby
bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to
sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And
your boat waits down by the key.
Nyota smiled as the child stirred, opened her dark brown eyes and gazed unfocused at her mother. Stroking the soft kiss curls that framed the small beautiful face, she continued......
The
winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your
troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave
good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye
Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.
"Shacha wanimo kotai aiya." (Hello my little Star) Uhura whispered in Vulcan as her daughter wriggled. "Yako itisha yanamo mekino?"(Where is your father?).
"Wani ra tako itisha" (I am here) a voice announced from the doorway. "Is Amanda hungry?" Spock asked, reverting to human speech.
"Hopefully not, I only fed her half an hour ago. How long have you been here?" Uhura smiled as Spock knelt beside her.
"Your lullaby was delightful." he responded simply.
"Isn't she beautiful, Spock." Uhura whispered as she ran her fingers down her daughter's smooth back, from the nape of the neck to the top of the diaper.
"Indeed" Spock spoke softly as he continued to kneel beside the sofa on which his wife lay.
Uhura smiled, cupping his cheek with her free hand, tracing his lips gently with her fingers. Spock didn't need to speak of his attachment to his daughter – it was evident enough – the nights spent sitting next to the crib and watching Amanda sleep and running his fingers delicately through her curls, unaware that Uhura quietly observed from the bed.
"The child has your mouth." Spock murmured as he watched his daughter who had fallen to sleep once again, content. Uhura could recognise the pride and devotion in his dark human eyes. No matter how Vulcan he tried to be, his eyes betrayed his human feelings.
"She also has your eyes and ears." She added whilst tracing the child's tiny delicate and slightly pointed ears through thick black kiss curls.
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