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Jim POV

Pulling back from the crushing embrace, Jim stared deep into Spock's eyes. His anxiety had melted away, leaving only a content and excited Vulcan in its wake, who was only slightly annoyed with his beloved at the name calling. "When can Bones' do another scan so I can see him?" Impatient as ever, Jim was ready to catch a first glimpse of the child.

Spock raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, his annoyance of being called 'Mommy' slipping away. He never was able to stay upset with Jim for very long. "Dr. McCoy has completed no scans, t'hy'la. I was able to see the child myself through my mind's eye. It is a Vulcan technique to bond with the child before birth." A brief flicker of regret shadowed across his face.

Jim tried to smile and brush it off. "Oh, ok." He reasoned that it was only fair that Spock had such a deep connection because he was the one carrying the child. However, after a life time of failed relationships, Jim couldn't stop the seed of doubt that bloomed within his chest. Maybe Spock didn't want Jim in the child's life. Perhaps, Jim was not worthy enough to be a father of such a blessing. There were so few Vulcans left, even a child of quarter linage would be celebrated.

Spock clutched both Jim's arms. "Do not think such about yourself, Jim. You are more than worthy of being our child's mekino*." Before Jim could understand what was happening, Spock pressed his fingers to his psi points, and slowly opened their bond completely.

At first there was nothing unusual about the transfer. Spock was showing him his emotions, Jim was reciprocating. Then Spock went deeper, as if dragging Jim down into himself more completely. Slowly, a small, pale being came into focus. It was tiny, nearly transparent. This is our child. Spock's calming voice echoed around both the human and the fetus. As if understanding his father was present, the tiny baby turned his head towards Jim, though his eyes were not yet developed. Jim reached out his mind in a comforting embrace.

He had ten perfect fingers and toes, Jim counted. His legs were long and curled together, like Spock's when he was meditating. His head was bald, but held proudly like both his parents when on the bridge. No eyebrows yet graced his face, but Jim was sure they would be slanted like Spock's. His nose looked like Sarek's, which only slightly irritated the human. The tips of his ears were pointed and it filled Jim with such delight to see so much of Spock shine through in their son. His child was perfect, everything he could have ever hoped to have. As Jim watched, his son yawned and stuck his thumb in his mouth as if ready for his nap.

Jim once more inspected his son from top to bottom. He noticed the umbilical cord. It was the lifeline of the child, connected to Spock. With every heartbeat, Spock's body brought all the necessities his baby would need for further growth. His lover, his husband, his t'hy'la was now the carrier of his child. Jim had learned never to question blessing from above. He may not completely understand how his male bondmate could carry a child; he was not going to question its miraculous occurrence. That trivial part of the equation was not needed to understand the love and awe he felt for his son. This was something that Jim had never wanted before, but now he wouldn't be able to live without.

After so much destruction and death in Jim's life, now there would be love and life. Spock had found him a broken man, torn from the tragedies of his life, but he had taken that wild stallion and loved him. Jim could never be tamed, but he was repaired and whole for the first time in his life. Haunting memories still lay half buried in the corners of his mind, but Spock would chase the demons away any time they haunted his love. Now, Jim would have a child of his own to love and care for. His baby – their son – would never cry himself to sleep or lay awake in fear of what the dawn would bring. They would shield their son from all the atrocities of their lives, he would never know such.

Ever so gently, Spock slipped away from their child bringing them back to reality, leaving the small bundle slipping into a much needed sleep. Tears of joy streamed down Jim's face. "I have never seen something so beautiful as the man I love caring a child I never dreamt I would be allowed." Once more he crushed himself against his t'hy'la. "Thank you Spock, thank you for showing me our baby, for having our baby, for being you." Never before had he been so expressive with his emotions.

Spock held him tightly, running his long fingers through his hair. "I was unsure as to how you would react to the news." The gentle stream of emotions from their link echoed his statement.

Jim buried his face deeper in the hollow of Spock's bare shoulder, kissing the skin. "Spock, I would never cast aside anything that you and I made with love." He relished in the warmth of his Vulcan.

The taller man sighed. "I am glad you have accepted the illogic in your doubts." He kissed the top of the blonde head. "Dr. McCoy has prescribed weekly visits to monitor the pregnancy. I hope that you will be present for any future examinations." With one last squeeze, Spock pulled away from his mate.

Jim smiled, letting his eyes wander over Spock's delicious frame. "I would not miss them for the world." He offered Spock a Vulcan kiss which he immediately accepted.

A/N: thanks for reading!

I so wish this had been possible when I was pregnant!

I am taking all sorts of liberties with every part of Vulcan anatomy and psychic abilities, but I hope you like it!

Reviews and comments are the greatest thing since sliced bread!

*mekino is supposed to be Vulcan for father, I do hope that's right.

~Side note to Silver Lady (because she isn't logged in and I can't PM her) my mom is TresOrleans. And I posted the epilogue you requested to my story '18 Days'~