"What have you done to my daughter?" Quickly, M'Umbha Uhura glanced down and waved her hands in front of her body then rooted around on her desk. "No, mwana. Do not bother answering that question. This is her father's doing."
She made a small sound of frustration before speaking further.
"Tell me she did not reject this one. Even I am running out of ideas, child" she said. "And we are running out of time."
"Yes," said Spock, ignoring the implied question altogether. "I have reminded her that time to confirm our plans — more importantly, your time to implement them — is rapidly diminishing. She continues to assert that 'everything will be fine.'"
M'Umbha barked out a laugh.
"Well, that does sound like our Nyota, at least," she said, still chuckling around her words. "At least she's not so far gone as to be unrecognizable."
From his quarters on the Enterprise, Spock studied his betrothed's mother. The quick, and seemingly drastic, change in her emotions was something he saw echoed in her daughter. Recognition spread warmth somewhere in his body. He'd gained a lot of experience with the sensation since M'Umbha had made herself directly a part of his life, so he didn't stop to examine it this time around.
"Many on the ship are sharing unverified accounts that suggest your daughter and I have undergone a partial personality exchange," he told her. Only his slow blink and tilted head marred the perfectly neutral set of his features. "Have you also noticed such a change in either of us?"
Three seconds of silence passed before M'Umbha was capable of answering her future son-in-law.
"Spock, I believe the word you are looking for is 'gossip'," she told him, sputtering with more laughter. "You meant to say the crew are gossiping about you and Nyota."
"I am aware of the term, Mama," Spock said. "However, I have observed that you find me considerably more amusing when I speak with unnecessary verbosity. And since I noticed, moments ago, a significant release of tension in your body when you engaged in laugher at your daughter's expense, I thought to provide you with an additional source of amusement.
"After all, ma'am, if you continue to 'work yourself into the ground' I will be the only one planning this wedding."
A/N: Just a little bit of fun while I work on Then Comes Spock. Although this is taking place earlier in the same storyline, neither is dependant on the other.
A/N Addendum: Some of you will notice the name of this story has changed. Who knew Ol' Blue Eyes sang different lyrics than the ones from the musical? Thanks to those of you who pointed it out.
Usual disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, any of the characters, the starship, Earth, or My Fair Lady.