Mother Goose and The Brothers Grim had always held a special place in his heart. Even grown and matured memories of being held against mother's chest her comforting smell almost distracting from the fairy tales softly being read before bed. This was their moment together where he allowed himself to smile ever so softly knowing his father won't see, because he won't intrude on the simpleness of such an act as this. It was illogical to spend such time to put a child to bed, it was more illogical to intrude on the act.
At the ending of each tale singled by both the …and they all lived happily ever after; and closing of the book she'd kiss him atop of his head and tighten her arms around him. For a moment he'd smile deeper and lean closer, just to feel someone; than he'd pull back guilt trying to hide but still present on his face. With that she would smile sadly thinking how her husband voiced concern their son was too soft, too emotional, too human when the boy she watched fighting affection was only like himself.
"Good night Spock, I love you." She'd stand at the door watching him with his eyes closed expression blank and no response would come though she knew he was awake still.
Placed among classics of Earth and Vulcan, science and history texts set the book of fairy tales, when asked why he kept he'd remarked it's a sign of love I can't give.