"Are you certain she'll have T'Pol's ears?" Captain Jonathan Archer asked, for what had to be the millionth time, as he paced around the surgical bay.
"I am quite certain that she'll have her mothers ears. Vulcan traits appear to be dominate over human ones. She'll have her mothers ears and several other features, I'm sure." Doctor Phlox told the anxious father to be. "Does that bother you?" He could remember a time when his Captain barely tolerated Vulcans. For him to be having a half Vulcan child was something akin to a miracle, if you believed in such things.
Jon stopped his pacing and leveled his gaze on the Doctor. "Of course not." He dismissed then started to pace again. "I know I haven't always been a fan of the Vulcans but...T'Pol helped me progress passed my prejudice. If nothing else I'm extremely pleased that my daughter will inherit her mothers beauty."
Phlox smiled, having already figured out the answer. "Have you decided on a name?"
"T'Aya." Jon answered without hesitation and stopped his pacing once again. "T'Pol picked it out. I thought she'd want to name her after her mother but...I guess she's full of surprises."
"I guess she is." Phlox agreed. "T'Aya Archer? Or just T'Aya?" He questioned since this was the first recorded birth of a human/Vulcan child.
Jon smiled. "T'Aya Archer. T'Pol wants our daughter to embrace both cultures. And since T'Aya is a Vulcan name, she thought it was only fitting that she receive something human. Besides that, T'Pol took my last name after the wedding, so it's only natural that our child would also have it."
Phlox glanced at a panel as it began to beep. "Ah, Captain, I believe it's time for you to meet your daughter." He turned towards a set of doors that led into another room that was usually used for extra supplies. Rushing forward, he took the baby out of the Vulcan's arms and rushed off to conduct tests as quickly as possible.
"How's T'Pol?" Jon asked the Vulcan, T'Ra, once she was relieved of her burden. "Did everything go smoothly?"
"It did." T'Ra acknowledged. "T'Pol is resting and I believe your Doctor will find the child in perfect health." She moved passed him. "You may see your mate now, Captain Archer." With that said she moved passed him and exited sickbay. She had much to report on the birth of the first hybrid child.
Jon blinked but didn't spare the Vulcan Doctor another thought as he entered the makeshift room. "Hey." He whispered once he caught sight of his wife. He hadn't been thrilled that T'Pol had wanted a Vulcan Doctor to deliver their child according to Vulcan tradition but gave in after she laid logical reason after logical reason on him. The only thing that had really bugged him in the end was the fact that he wasn't allowed in the room during the birth so that meant he hadn't gotten to see his daughter birth.
"T'Ra said that the baby was acceptable." T'Pol whispered through her exhaustion. Being in labor for forty-eight hours took it's toll on her and right now all she wanted to do was rest.
"I haven't seen her yet. Phlox is checking her out but I'm sure she's as beautiful as her mother." Jon leaned down and placed a kiss on her brow. "Rest now, T'Aya will be here when you wake up."
T'Pol felt a ghost of a smile tug on her lips and she didn't fight it. "T'Aya." She whispered as her eyes closed. "Our daughter." The exhaustion finally won.
Jon turned and exited the room so she could rest and grinned when he saw Phlox was waiting for him. "So, how's the newest Archer doing?"
"Ten fingers and ten toes." Phlox announced, happily, as he handed the quiet baby over to her father.
"Hello there." Jon whispered to the pink bundle in his arms. He couldn't help but see the resemblance to his wife right away.
Phlox stepped up beside him. "As you'll see, I was right about the ears." He pushed the blanket down ever so slight so that the tiny pointed tips were visible. "But there is one human trait that is apparently dominate." He ran his finger along one angelic cheek so that the baby would open her eyes.
Jon's grinned widened as he saw sea green eyes staring up at him. "She has my eyes. I should have known my genes wouldn't let a Archer be born without the green eyes. T'Pol will be pleased to know that she was right." He looked up at Phlox, his eyes twinkling. "She assured me that any offspring that we managed to produce would have her ears and my eyes. I should know better than to disagree with her logic."
"Should I make the announcement?" Phlox asked after a moment.
"Yeah, tell them that mother and baby are doing just fine." Jon couldn't believe that the little being in his arms was actually his. When he and T'Pol had first started to date, he wasn't sure he wanted kids but as time and their relationship progressed, he discovered that he did, actually, want children. So after they were married, they went to Phlox and asked him if it was possible. After several months of research, the Doctor had an answer. It was, indeed, possible. So one year after they exchanged vows, they were celebrating the conception of their first, of many he hoped, child.
Phlox left to tell the crew that their Captain and First Officer had welcomed their first child, a daughter, into the world.
Jon adjusted the bundle in his arms and carried the fussing baby into the room with her. He sat down in the single chair that had been placed beside the bed. "Shh, it's alright T'Aya." He cooed and rocked his daughter who promptly quieted down and fell asleep. He could feel his daughters contentment through the bond he shared with T'Pol; which made the experience even more memorable. "You'll be daddy's girl, I can already see it." He whispered so's not to wake either of his sleeping girls. "We can both drive mommy crazy with our illogicalness." He chuckled, quietly, and leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable. He couldn't think of anyplace else he'd rather be than right here with his small, yet ever growing, family.