Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. Don't own- wish I did. Don't sue, the military makes much less than you think.
Just some musings that came up out of nowhere. I guess it's relatively easy to transfer your own feelings when you're husband's about as affectionate as Spock and you're only where you are out of convenience for him. Read. Review. Whatever it is that needs to be done. Did this mainly out of boredom and I have a very small motivation drive. Don't expect it to be awesome or anything like that.
Staring up at the ceiling, Uhura closed her eyes and lie as still as possible. After a few still seconds, she could feel her abdomen twitch softly. Sighing and smiling, she brought her right hand up to rest gently on her swollen belly, her left trailing the floor and tracing lazy circles on the carpet.
She pressed gently, eliciting another twitch, this one harder and closer to the surface. It rolled. It rolled and she was the only one around to feel it. Well, alone if you didn't count her active little pointed-eared belly monster. She laughed to herself quietly and rolled over onto her side to eye the room.
It was a blander room with beige walls blending into, if possible, beiger carpeting. The white ceiling caught the light from the large, open windows across the room. The curtains billowed as a warm breeze rolled in. Sighing, she closed her eyes again. It wasn't that the colony was barren, it was just...home. To him at least, but not to her.
They had decided to settle here after their adventuresome stint aboard the USS Enterprise. She wasn't going to deny him the one chance at regaining the home he had lost. While he had easily agreed to staying on Earth with its climate more suited to her needs, she had pushed him until he agreed to settling with the remaining few members of his race. She knew he needed this more than she needed a comfortable climate.
The fan above her hummed and sent down cooling waves to her perch on the long lounge at the foot of the bed. Thunder rumbled far above her but she knew no rain would come from it. If anything, the humidity would force her to raise and shut the windows. The planet they had settled on was as near to the original Vulcan as they could find. The entire place was arid and dry. And absolutely perfect to her new husband.
A light scratching came at the door and brought her out of her reverie. As she sat up, the scratching became more persistent and was accompanied by a loud meow. Finding her feet was harder these days, despite not being as far along as she felt. The dry air and higher altitude took her breath away and she always had to lean on Spock's arm for support when they left the house.
Shuffling to the door and pulling it open, the cat bolted under her feet and ran straight towards the bed, chattering as it went. Nyota smiled and shut the door softly, joining the cat on the large bed at a much slower pace.
"Sorry I left you out there. The house is probably boring today, isn't it?" She cooed to the cat as she stroked its back gently. She was rewarded with a soft purr and a slight nip to the hand.
"Spock's going to be back soon, don't worry." She brought herself down softly onto the bed and curled up around the cat. "I'm so glad he let me have you."
She shut her eyes and thought back to the day when he had brought the tiny, mewling kitten to her as a gift. It had been a birthday gift and she knew it meant so much more than it looked as Vulcan's didn't celebrate birthdays with gifts like humans did. He had hidden it in his robe's sleeve that night as he came to bed.
He hadn't said a word when he lay down next to her, kitten tucked safely away. She was telling him about her day and how she fared attempting to make a meal out of the exotic ingredients that she had managed to gather for dinner. She was interrupted in the middle of her sentence about being unsure how to boil a certain root and whether or not it was supposed to split open and look pink by a loud but unmistakable "mew!!"
She sat back and gasped slightly at the little black & white face that stuck itself out of her (very) new husband's robe. Her eyes quickly sought his, expecting to be met with the blank stare he usually possessed but was instead met with very slight smile. Well, as close as you could call a smile. Spock's eyes were lit slightly. His lips weren't laid down as he usually had them but were instead raised slightly into a flat line.
The kitten tentatively found its way out of Spock's robe and out onto the bed toward Nyota. Outside, she could see the lightning in the distance so it was no surprise to her when a loud thunderclap brought the kitten up into the air before bolting back into dark space it had originally come out from. Spock let out a slight hiss as small claws dug themselves into his forearm.
"Oh!" Nyota said, leaning toward him, "Are you alright? Kittens tend to have really sharp claws and teeth. I hope it hasn't hurt you too much."
"It's only logical that most animal offspring brandish very sharp claws, teeth, or beaks. As a target for other animals, they have need of them to survive should the mother not come to the rescue." He stated flatly, reaching his other hand into his robe sleeve to dislodge the trembling mass of fur before sitting it on the bed between himself and his wife.
Nyota leaned over to slide the arm of his robe up, eyeing the pinprick holes in Spock's arm that had quickly dotted green. She shifted upwards to kiss him, his lips pressing back into hers ever so slightly. Her heart fluttered as it always had when she was around him, the nervous butterflies returning to her stomach. She never wanted the feeling to leave.
The thunder rolled again and brought Nyota sharply out of her memories. The room had gone dark and someone had come in and shut the windows. She found herself still curled up on the bed but her cat was gone; probably gone off to hunt dust bunnies or the large mosquito-like bugs she found outside often.
She yawned and stretched out upon the bed only to collide with something—someone—behind her. She gasped and rolled over quickly to face the figure. The effort stretched her belly uncomfortably and she winced as she was taken gently into Spock's arms. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, his fingers stroking her abdomen gently.
"I'm alright. I just turned too quickly. I didn't expect anyone to be in here. I thought you'd be back later!" She laughed to herself before sucking in her breath at the remaining ache in her lower belly.
"It seems you are not aware that it, in fact, twenty-one hundred hours? I arrived roughly 2.4 hours ago and found you in here asleep with your feline companion. How are you feeling currently?" He asked with a slight tinge of worry in his voice.
"Perfect, Spock." She sighed, pressing her forehead against his chest and yawning, "Just perfect."