Everything part 2

Chapter 1

Nyota shot up in the bed waking me. Her breathing was heavy and she held her head.

"Your son is hungry." She said panting. "Spock you really have to work on them with this whole mommy mental thing." She continued swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Nyota they are only 2 weeks old. I hardly think I can start training them now." I answered getting up with her.

"Spock something has to be done. They're babies they should cry when they want something not just bombard my thoughts." She closed her robe and pushed her hair from her face.

I held her to my chest and kissed the top of her head.

"I will work on it." I promised.

She closed her eyes and her body tensed.

"Great they're ganging up on me." She was on the verge of tears.

"I will help."I said pulling away from her.

"Thanks. Can you pull two bottles from the fridge and put them in the warmer?" she questioned softly and tired.

"Yes. I will be there shortly." I answered kissing her forehead.

She went back and forth between breast feeding and bottle feeding. She said it was to help me on the days I would be alone with them and when they're hungry at the same time. The bottles always had breast milk in them. She surprised me at how traditional she was being.

When I was in her room at the station I saw the cribs, baby bottles, refrigerator, bottle warmer, diaper bag, and diaper changer she had all of these things ordered while she was on the station and I had them beamed to the Enterprise.

I joined her in our living room turned nursery. I handed her Grayson's bottle. Gently I picked up Amanda and gave her bottle. I love both of our children but now I know the true meaning of 'daddy's girl' and 'momma's boy'.

Their personalities were emerging. Grayson was clearly destined to be a leader. Amanda is demanding. Nyota calls her a 'diva' I call her my 'princess'. In truth both babies are spoiled. They have us both wrapped around their fingers. Amanda gripped my finger tightly as she fed. Nyota sighed heavily and I turned my attention to her.

"Are you ok?" I questioned softly. The twins were on their way back to sleep and I didn't want to interrupt that.

"How many women before me have wished to have a baby that doesn't cry so they could sleep and here I am wanting my babies to cry. I just. I'm tired Spock." She almost cried but she didn't want to wake Grayson.

"I think I understand. They are overloading your mind with their thoughts." I answered.

"I don't know. I just want them to get my attention in ways other than going into my brain."

I stood and took Amanda to the crib and laid her down with a gentle kiss on her forehead. I took Grayson from Nyota and placed him in the crib as well also laying a gentle kiss on his forehead.

'I know the two of you can hear me. I need you to not try your best not to communicate with your mother through your thoughts. Please use your vocal communication.'

'We'll try father.' They replied in my mind.

'Thank you. Now sleep well.'

When I went back to the couch Nyota was asleep. I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the bed. Since I was now awake I checked on my plans taking place on Earth. I purchased a house and had my position lined up at Starfleet academy teaching advanced astrometrics.

Her parents were going to meet us in San Francisco. The ship that is to tow the Enterprise to Earth would stop by Vulcan to pick up my father. My father will come to Earth with us. I admitted to myself that I enjoyed fatherhood and family life. When I am on duty I am the Commander Spock that everyone expects. Emotionless and efficient but when I come home I am Spock father and husband.

With the three of them I am free to show and express things that I can not do with anyone else. I vowed to myself to make the emotional connection with the twins I never had with my father. I would be a different father to Grayson than Sarek was to me.

I am sure that father will be glad to see that the Vulcan gene is strong. The twins have human physical internal arrangement and their blood is red but their ears are pointed. I am still unsure if my father will accept them but he was behind my decision to be with Nyota surely he knew offspring would come from that.

My mother would have loved them. When she met Nyota during a short trip with father to Earth.

"She's lovely." She said with a smile as she held onto my arm.

I just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Spock its ok to like even love someone. She seems to be very much like you."

"Mother."

"I know Spock. Don't tell anyone right because she's still your teacher's aide and a student at the academy. Not to worry I will keep your secret as long as you want."

"Thank you mother."

"You're welcome." She laughed slightly as she thought about something.

"What is so funny?"

"I wonder what your children would look like if you had some with her."

"Mother Nyota and I are hardly at that point in our relationship."

"Spock you are the one who is not at that point in your relationship. I clearly hear everyone call her by her last name but you she allows you to call her by her first name. She also looks at you like she is in love."

"Mother." I scolded.

She laughed and held onto my arm tighter.

"Ok. I'll leave it alone. Where are we going for lunch?" she questioned.

I didn't realize then how much those moments with her meant to me until she was gone. I promised myself that Nyota would never have to question my feelings for her and neither would my children.