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Spock folded his hands behind his back in an attempt to keep them from resting on his abdomen. It was an illogical gesture as there were no alterations in his physical appearance to announce his upcoming parenthood. His figure was as sleek as always. It had been of the utmost importance to confirm his suspensions before Jim had been able to see the growing life within him, swelling and stretching his skin. The appropriate manner in which to tell his mate might not have graced his troubled mind yet, but he was sure that in the middle of a passionate embrace was not the most comfortable or logical of situations.
Without conscious thought, his body brought him back to their shared quarters. Stepping out of his shoes and pulling off his blue tunic, he attempted to calm his inner turmoil, releasing a deep breath into the darken room. Sinking into the couch in the quiet, Spock allowed his tense body to relax. Without consulting his logic this time, his hands wrapped around his abdomen gently caressing the spot just above his baby's heart beat.
His Vulcan mind reached out towards the small creature. The heart beat was strong, consistent, comforting in his ears. While a child in this age of gestation had no logical thought pattern or possessed the capability to understand Spock, he allowed his feelings of love and reassurance filter down to the baby. Spock was able to see the child in his mind's eye. The baby was perfectly developed for a humanoid species of thirteen weeks gestation. The finger buds were formed, the eyes were large, the frame was gaunt, but that was to be expected. The mind was a simple hum of peacefulness, like a yellow ray of sunshine in the deep darkness of space. The internal organs were forming exactly as scheduled. The tips of the ears were ever so slightly pointed, but the blood that ran through the veins was green, just as Spock's. His curiosity getting the better of him, Spock observed the child closer in an attempt to learn its sex.
Spock, son of Sarek, and James T. Kirk would have a first born son, a perfectly formed son.
Slowly unwrapping his mind from the fetus, leaving him with an equivalent of a kiss on the forehead mentally, Spock brought himself from his trance. He was slightly perturbed that he had not formally melded with his son earlier, but that could not be helped he reasoned. The Enterprise was not a place for quiet contemplation often; moments alone could only be stolen when they were assessable. Spock could only vow not to let a similar situation come to pass in the future.
Accepting that resolution, Spock turned his attention towards the pressing matter of his mate. Jim and he had always had a very open relationship; communication was straightforward between the two. However, nothing of this magnitude had occurred since their bonding ceremony three years ago. Spock longed for the comfort of his mother's wisdom. She would no doubt have a perfectly logical resolution for the current predicament. Spock would just have to manage with the next best thing. He would handle this situation as Amanda would have done, logic be damned.
Determined and lightened of his burden, Spock stood from the couch. First thing he needed to do was to shower before his t'hy'la's shift ended. His mother had always told him that a warm shower could help the most frustrated of minds find peace. Now was not a time to begin arguing with the validity of her statements.
A/N: Thanks for reading
I know it's short, sorry.
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