The day his son was born was the greatest day of his life. He stared down at the small newborn. The child had his mother's complexion and eyes but his ears and jet black hair. The newborn was sound asleep as his father held him and rocked him gently.
"He's perfect." Spock whispered quietly. His wife, who was lying in the bed, smiled and chuckled softly.
"I thought perfect was illogically and impossible?" she said. He shook his head.
"I was mistaken. Everyone makes mistakes." He replied looking at her.
"He needs a name, darling." She announced. He looked down at his son and then a name came to him.
"Grayson, if that is alright with you." He suggested glancing back at her. She nodded and smiled again. She would not deny his need to name their child after his mother.
Suddenly, the child woke and started crying. Spock's body tensed up and she could see the confusion on his face.
"He's hungry, give him here." She explained taking the baby from her husband. Spock walked over to the window that looked out into space. He needed to contact his own father and announce the birth.
"Maybe you should go tell the captain." Nyota suggested. He turned and nodded.
"I will return soon." He explained kissing her on the forehead and stroking his son's head full of hair.
"We'll be here." She replied. He walked out of the private room that McCoy had set up for the birth. The doctor was too busy to notice the Vulcan leave the sickbay.
Spock said nothing as he walked through the corridors of the ship and then rode up the elevator to the bridge. Everyone on the bridge turned when he entered the room. Captain Kirk was sitting in the command chair.
"So?" he asked trying to read his friend and first officer's unreadable face.
"It's a boy." Spock answered. Everyone started clapping. Kirk stood up and walked over to his friend.
"Now, George will have a playmate." He said patting the Vulcan on the back. George was the captain's own son who had been born only a couple of months prior.
"Yes, it seems he will and with McCoy's child due soon as well we might need a child caring facility on board." Spock suggested.
"That is a very good idea, Mr. Spock." Kirk replied.
"Thank you, Sir." He answered.
"How is Uhura?" the Russian asked turning around in his chair.
"She is resting but is healthy as is the child." Spock answered.
"His name?" Kirk asked.
"Grayson, after my mother." Spock explained. Kirk smiled and nodded. He understood, probably more then anyone else. They had both named their children after their late parents.
"Now, I need to inform my father of little Grayson," Spock announced,
"Excuse me, Captain." Spock took his leave and went to the private quarters he shared with his wife and now with their son.
His father was very proud when he heard the news of himself becoming a grandfather. He was also very proud of the name chosen for his grandson. The old Vulcan ambassador had lightened up slightly since his wife's death.
"I look forward to meeting the little one, Spock." He announced over the communicator.
"I look forward to that meeting as well." Spock answered.
"Will he be raised as a Vulcan?" his father asked.
"I will try as best as I can upon this ship. But I can't promise success. He will be raised with the Captain and Dr. McCoy's children as companions and playmates." Spock explained.
"It would be illogical to even try then." His father answered.
"We will see," he answered, "I have to return to the child and Nyota now." He bid his father good-bye and then returned to the sickbay. His wife and child were both sound asleep. He sat down in the chair that was beside the bed and relaxed. There were so many emotions rushing through his head.
He had never thought he would have such a beautiful family. He too was about to fall asleep until he heard small whimpering coming from his newborn son. He took the child quietly and quickly from his sleeping wife and cradled the child close to him.
"Quiet, now, little one. Your mother needs her rest." he whispered to the child. The baby squirmed and then relaxed into his father's grasp. He sat down in the rocking chair and started to try lure the child back to sleep.
Nyota woke to see her husband asleep with their son cradled to his chest, also asleep. She was hoping their son would teach her husband how to show his emotions and not be so up tight all the time. She watched them sleep until she fell back asleep.
"Four Years Later"
The three four year olds ran through the ship's corridors, playing tag. George was the fastest but Grayson was stronger and Max, McCoy's son, just tagged along, trying to keep up. They were all very close and they always seemed to be getting in trouble. George had his father's blue eyes and dirty blonde hair he also had inherited his father's sense of adventure and breaking rules. Grayson followed after him like his father followed after George's father. The young Vulcan hybrid tried his best to keep his friend out of trouble. Poor Max was just along for the journey.
"So when is your new brother going to come?" Max asked looking at Grayson. They had finally found their way to the Mess Hall and were eating fudge icicles. The Vulcan shrugged his shoulders.
His parents were adopting a true Vulcan hybrid that had been orphaned in the Vulcan colony. He was supposed to be a month older then George. Grayson wasn't sure if it was a good idea or a bad idea to be getting a new brother.
"What's his name again?" George asked.
"Tarsic," Grayson answered, "my grandfather is bringing him." After they had finished their treat, George suggested going up to the bridge. The two younger children followed after him. Both of Grayson's parents worked in the bridge and he needed to ask them a question.
"We have company." Nyota announced when the elevator doors opened and the children walked in. Grayson ran to his mother and hugged her. His father was speaking to George's father.
"When is Tarsic coming?" Grayson asked. His father looked up at this question and walked over.
"Tomorrow." He answered stroking his son's hair. The child was far more human then Vulcan and it showed. Spock had given up on teaching his son the Vulcan ways.
"What is it, darling?" his mother asked seeing a look cross the child's face.
"You won't like him more then me because he's more Vulcan?" he asked looking up at his father. Spock kneeled down to his son's level.
"No, that would be illogical. A father cares for all his children the same." He replied.
"He might need more attention when he first arrives. This will be a big adjustment for him. Can you promise to be nice to him?" Nyota asked her son. The child nodded and hugged her. He looked up at his father and he received a slight smile.
"Now, go and play," His mother said pushing him toward the elevator, "we have work to do." The captain pushed his own son toward the elevator and evicted them from the bridge. Once again, Max just followed behind.
"He's coming tomorrow." Grayson announced. George jumped up and hit the button that opened the elevator door.
"Come on, we can play in my room." he said as they ran to the captain's quarters.
"Do you think this might be a bad idea?" Nyota asked that night. They were laying their bed. Grayson was asleep in his room down the hall.
"No, I do not. A child needs a home where he will be understood. It is only logical that we adopt and raise him," Spock replied, "and there other children here who he can interact with."
"But, Spock, he's already four. He will already be set in the Vulcan ways, won't he? Your father said you were by the age of five." She continued.
"Yes, he will not be like Grayson and the other children. He will adapt." Spock replied. He could see the questions in her eyes.
"If you do not want this child, I will understand. I can call my father and say we have changed our minds." He suggested.
"No, Spock. I want the child; I just want to make sure Grayson will be alright." She replied sitting up and looking back at him.
"He will be, I promise. They may become very close. Vulcan blood seems to attract toward each other." Spock explained. Nyota nodded and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"I love you." She said. He smiled slightly and nodded. She didn't hold it against him when he didn't repeat the phrase. A smile was enough.