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6 MONTHS INTO THE PREGNANCY...

Hell. That's what this was. Unequivocally and undeniably hell. He was torn between fascination, horniness and jealousy as he watched his largely pregnant wife eat pickles that she was dipping in chocolate sauce. It wouldn't have been so bad if they were in their quarters or if she just bit into the pickle, but Nyota had other plans. Licking and sucking around the phallic like vegetable to removed every trace of chocolate with her pretty pink tongue had his mind in the gutter.

Citing the fact that they never saw their friends anymore, because thet were hold up in their rooms all the time with McCoy doting and her eating, Nyota had announced that they were going to have dinner with everyone in the mess tonight. McCoy, of course, had protested with one of his sarcastic comments about the fact that all of them being crammed onto one star ship where they worked, lived, and played together certainly made it hard to keep in touch. The look his wife had shot towards him at that comment had him helping her up and to the door for dinner faster than you could say tribble.

Now, he found himself amazed and, if he was honest with himself, slightly nauseous as he watched his wife. A quick glance around the dining room confirmed that every male in attendance, regardless of age, origin, or sexual orientation was watching with the look of wonder and pleasure/pain reserved for truly erotic moments when the person you are watching doesn't even know how sexy they look.

Normally McCoy would get jealous. He tended to be very possessive of Nyota. One of the cons of having an absolutely gorgeous, brilliant, patient, and kind wife that everyone idolized. Tonight, however, he smiled with none too little self-satisfaction as her hand absently stroked her distended belly full of Baby Boy McCoy. "That's right fellas," he thought to himself. "You can look as much as you want, but don't even daydream about touching. Besides, you can see she's carrying my son. Game. Set. Match."

"What are you smirking at?" McCoy turned his attention to his best friend and the ship's Captain, James "Jim" Kirk.

He rubbed Nyota's belly softly. She didn't seem to notice though. Honestly, so many people stopped her and rubbed or patted her belly throughout the day she was probably immune to it. Truth be told he was one of the worst offenders. He just couldn't keep his hands off her.

He had always thought she was hands down the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, but when she started showing her pregnancy she positively glowed. Her beauty became ethereal. Leaving him in a constant state of arousal and splitting his conscious into two firmly divided sects: not to defile the innocently beautiful mother of his child and to lay claim to the body, repeatedly, of the sexy woman who was before him.

"I was just thinkin' that while you idiots drooled all over Nyota at the academy I played it cool, and look who got the girl, Captain." His emphasis on Captain was as sarcastic as he could make it and Jim Kirk leaned back with a look of admiration on his face.

"Yeah Bones, I know. You're the one who got her. You married her. None of the rest of us stood a chance. Except Spock of course." McCoy shot him a look. He liked it better when he pretended that the ship's Science Officer had never known his wife, in the biblical sense. "I just wanna say now though that I appreciate you stepping up to the plate and raising my kid like he was your own." McCoy frowned.

"Excuse me?" Kirk shot McCoy the infamous smirk. The one that had girls across the galaxy dropping their panties and caused some of the men he came into contact with to take to the privacy of their rooms for a quick fangirl SQUEE!

"Come on Bones. Let's be honest with each other. We both know that your wife and I have a long sorted history. Passion filled...and something like that's not gonna fade just because you toss a sparkly stone on her left hand ring finger. I know how to make her middle third string sing Sweet Virginia and I'm willing to bet in a race to the finish Kirk swimmers would come in a full body length ahead of McCoy doggie paddlers." McCoy could feel himself reaching across the table to choke that little piss ant when a voice stopped him.

"Kirk. You are so annoying. Not to mention completely disgusting. I'm going to tell you this again and since I've told you so many times in more languages than I care to list I'll say it in Federation Standard, but I'll break it down so you can take baby steps to process the information and maybe this time it'll get through the clouds up where you're daydreaming and you'll get it. I have not, I am not, and I will not ever engage in any act that could be construed as even remotely sexual with you. Even if I wasn't married to Leo, the sheer lunacy of me ever agreeing to let you lay on top of me naked is a thought that makes me not even want to finish this pickle." She bit into the aformentioned food and kept talking.

"This passion between us that you keep feeling? It's general disgust and hatred thinly veiled with duty to my Captain disguised as camaraderie. Let me just warn you though, if you ever make mention of Leonard's son being yours again I'll make sure that not only will you never have your own kid, but you won't even enjoy sex. Got it?" Kirk grasped his tray and stood from the table.

"Jeez, I was kidding." He turned his attention to the smug looking doctor. "Bones, you're a bad influence. She's positively McCoy-a-fied." He was still shaking his head in disbelief when he exited the mess hall.

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A few days later, Bones watched as Baby Boy McCoy's 3-D image projected as he performed the sonogram on his wife.

"He's so beautiful." He could hear the emotion in her voice and forced himself to not meet her eyes so he wouldn't cry. He didn't want to lose it in the middle of his own damn sick bay. He was turning into one of those damn girlie men who cried. Next thing you knew he'd be wearing the skirted uniform and using those scented body washes and that crap Sulu put in his hair. What was it called? Oh, yeah, product. She seemed to know what he was thinking and placed a reassuring hand gently on top of his own and though it caused his eyes to tear more, he didn't pull away. To hell with it, he gripped her hand tighter as the first tear fell.

When the examination was over and Nyota was about to head back to the rest of her shift on bridge McCoy stopped her.

"Have you given any thought to a name?" She looked at him thoughtfully for several moments.

"I hadn't really decided on anything that I really liked. Why? Do you have something in mind?" He tone was light and teasing, but he knew she was genuinely asking for his opinion.

"Kirk."

"Kirk has an idea for a name?" She queried.

"No, I mean, I was thinking of that name Kirk and before you say no at least let me explain." She didn't open her mouth to interrupt so he trudged ahead.

"Before I met Kirk I was in a bad way. Ex-wife, no money, no prospects and even more bitter than I was before. Kirk helped me to relax. I really believe he's the reason I stayed in Star Fleet and he kept me on this ship and if it hadn't been for his drunken attempt for a one night stand with you then I would never have met you and not only would I be miserable and alone, but I most certainly wouldn't have a son on the way." McCoy anticipated several different reactions, but he didn't anticipate his wife throwing her arms around him and kissing him passionately.

"So, Kirk McCoy?" He questioned when they had caught their breath.

"Kirk Leonard McCoy." She corrected and punctuated with one of her wide, enthusiastic smiles.

That sounded pretty damn near perfect to him.