A/N - Welcome to my new drabble series! Prepare yourself for massive amounts of fluff, very little seriousness but a lot of feels, and a good amount of kissing and snuggling. This series is not going to be connected to any of my other stories, and can be read as either TOS or my own AU of the 2009 Reboot. (meaning I might say Amanda is alive, or have them take an anniversary trip or two to Vulcan, but I'll also call Uhura by her first name, or reference exclusively reboot characters like Spock Prime or Keenser) We'll be covering pretty much all Western tradition's anniversary gifts, a lot of the modern ones, some I made up myself, and some I have assumed would change in the future. Yes, that means we're going to have 75 chapters, not including the prologue and epilogue. This is gonna take a while. . .
Whelp. Better get started!
Let the lovey-fluffy-happy-funtimes begin.
Enjoy!
We Are Gathered Here. . .
"We are gathered here together to reaffirm and celebrate the marriage of S'chn T'gai Spock and Nyota Uhura. Seventy-five years is a notable length of time, and therefore praiseworthy. Marriage is an admirable estate, and therefore it is fitting and right that we. . ."
Slowly, Nyota stood from her place, and took hold of Spock's hand. It was only the second time in their lives they had ever held hands in public. He held back a smile, and she did smile, lovingly, at the officiant. Seventy-five years ago it had been T'Pau, standing before the altar, in formal robes, and pronouncing a Christian wedding ceremony in very Vulcan tones. But this time, it was their daughter, T'Ashal. The dear girl was nearly seventy herself - older, in fact, than Sarek had been when he married Amanda all those years ago.
How proud Amanda would have been today, do you not agree, Adun?
To see her son's marriage being celebrated by her Vulcan priestess granddaughter? Yes, Adun'a, she would. . .