Spock shifted the soft fabric between his fingers and held it to his face. He inhaled deeply and relished the lingering scent of his mother on the fabric. The scarf had been his mother's last gift to him before her death and he treasured it dearly. He'd never thought in a million years that he would give it up for anyone, but he also never thought he could fall so madly in love.

His mother had given him this scarf in hopes that it would be his gift to his intended spouse when he found the right one. An engagement gift so that they could bare the heat and wind of Vulcan more easily if they were human or another non-desert dwelling species.

It had been his mother's way of saying that it didn't matter to her who he wed, as long he loved them.

And he had found his intended and he had every intention of asking them to accept this token and permit him to be their fiancé.

He knew his mother and his so-to-be-fiancé would have gotten along splendidly if they had gotten the chance. It only saddened him that they never gotten that chance.

"Spock! We're going to be late! I don't want to keep your father waiting!"

Spock hid the scarf behind his back just as his lover entered.

"I'm coming Jim. We have time." He assured his love.

His blonde lover came up and placed a kiss on his cheek quickly.

"I know. I'm just nervous about upsetting him. It's not everyday I get to formally meet your father. The last time didn't go too well."

Spock smiled internally before placing a gentle kiss to Jim's forehead.

"You needn't fret Love. My father will accept you because you are my chosen."

Jim's eyes seemed to alight at the word.

"Your chosen huh?" He teased lightly.

"Of course my T'hy'la." Spock assured him.

With great care and gentleness Spock brought his mother's scarf into view and held it out in front of himself.

"This was given to me by my mother shortly before I departed to Earth in hopes that when I had found my chosen they would accept it as a token of my affection. I offer it to you Jim because I can think of no other being that I would want to spend my life with. Should you accept this gift I would ask that in return you would bond with me when the time is right and consider yourself to be my fiancé."

Jim was speechless as he looked between Spock's face and the scarf in his hands.

After a long moment's pause Jim could contain himself no longer and threw himself at his Vulcan.

Caught off guard by the sudden assault Spock was unable to remain upright and the pair both fell backwards onto the bed with Jim on top.

The instant they were done falling Jim was showering kisses onto Spock's face and laughing.

"Yes! A thousand times over! Yes!"

When Jim finally pulled back Spock could not keep the slight hint of a smile off of his face as his soon to be bondmate beamed above him.

"Your response is most pleasing T'hy'la."

Jim smiled at him fondly as he rolled his eyes.

"I should hope so." He teased.

Spock leaned up until Jim was straddling his lap and quickly reached for his fallen scarf.

His touch was as gentle as a caress as he wrapped it tenderly around his beloved's face until little more than his eyes could be seen. The sapphire coloring of the cloth complemented Jim's eyes perfectly and in his beloved's gaze he saw the very mischief and intelligence that had drawn him to Jim in the first place.

"You look beautiful my love. It would have brought my mother great joy to know her scarf was given to someone so worthy. "

Jim's eyes sparkled with unexpected moisture at his mate's words.

"May she be smiling at us from where ever she is."

Spock pressed his forehead to Jim and smiled softly.

"I'm sure she is." He whispered back gently to his beloved.

From someplace far and yet not far at all Amanda nodded happily and smiled at that the pair.

Her son had found his destiny.

Life's been hectic as Hell for the past couple of weeks. But I'll have a break soon, so hopefully I'll have more posted this month. Wish me luck!

Yours truly,

Jessica499499