This is my first piece of Star Trek writing. If any characters aren't being like themselves, please excuse that
Pavel Chekov stood above a bed that a young girl laid in. She looked like him, except she had had longer, darker and wavy hair, which had blue streaks. "Why isn't she waking up?" Pavel asked Tom Paris. He didn't answer. "Tom, if you killed her, I will return the fawor!"
McCoy grabbed Pavel's shoulder. "She's probably asleep. It may not have sounded like it but I'm sure it was very taxing on her," said McCoy and Pavel eased up a bit.
She stirred, making Pavel's face light up. "I'm trying to sleep little brother, raise your voice one more time, I will kill you," she growled, still half asleep. Pavel tried to tell her way he had raised his voice. "I don't care. You have no idea how hard that was."
Pavel sat in a chair, still holding her hand. McCoy crossed his arms. "Told you it was taxing," he said to the seventeen year old.
"This was how our mamochka was taken," sighed Pavel.
"Well, it's not how Miska is going to be taken," said Spock from the other side of the bed.
Tom Paris walked back in, holding a light pink bundle. "Mister Spock, would you like to hold your baby?"
Spock smiled and stood to take his new baby. Pavel stood up, jerking Miska awake. "Pavel..." she warned.
Pavel let go of her hand and kissed her forehead. He moved around towards Spock and looked into the bundle. Spock moved the part of the blanket away from the baby's head and Pavel let out a happy gasp. Two pointed ears. "A wulcan!"
"Just like her father," said Miska, half asleep. Pavel lowered his head and whispered sorry. "It's okay, Pavel, it's about Kar-i."
Spock kissed his wife's forehead. "That's a beautiful name, dear."
Pavel smiled. "A beautiful name for such a beautiful girl," he said.
"Pavel, would you like to hold you niece?" asked Spock. Pavel shook his head excitedly and took Kari-i.
"She's perfect," beamed Pavel. He nuzzled with his niece and kissed her cheek over and over again. She smelled wonderful. She had wavy black hair and fair skin. And Vulcan ears. "I do have a question, how is she wulcan when her mother is not?"
McCoy snickered along with Spock. Miska backhanded his head. "Pavel, you're an idiot," she mumbled before turning over.
"Stick to math, son," said Spock.
"Haven't you been given the sex talk?" asked McCoy. Pavel shook his head no. "Ask Miska nicely, it's no secret anymore that she's had sex."