Kirk's eyes opened to a gleaming white light from a rounded object positioned near the biobed.
"I feel sick." Kirk said.
Bones looked over the young man.
"Congratulations," Bones said. "Jim," He said with a straight face. "You are pregnant."
There was silence at first.
"I am. . . not woman." Kirk said, stunned to say the least
"Male pregnancy is very rare, Jim," Bones said. "Spock knows. You have been out for half a day."
"Half a day . . ." Kirk covered his mouth. "I don't feel so good."
"The trash can is right beside you," Bones said. "You were up for five minutes two hours ago and the last thing you did was puke."
"Did you tell me the same thing?" Kirk asked.
Bones shook his head.
"I was busy running tests on that DNA and checking the body scans," Bones said. "You don't have any relation to Spock so that is a relief." Kirk sighed, relieved. "Apparently Genesis drew on the Vulcan DNA not on Spock's parental DNA and. . ." Kirk puked into the trash can. "You are officially half Vulcan. Due to the half Vulcan part you are not as tall as a Vulcan but I am very assured your life span is expanded and . . . you do have the physiology of a Vulcan, Jim. You have human DNA inside you, still."
Kirk lifted himself up.
"And I am inviting you to our wedding," Kirk said. "Consider yourself . . . invited."
Bones worked his jaw.
"You proposed, finally?" Bones said.
"Uh huh." Kirk said, with a nod.
"You two are like magnets, I swear." Bones said.
"It was Spock who started it." Kirk said.
"He really missed you," Bones said, softly, looking toward Kirk. "We all did."
"And. . .Bones, why is it rare?" Kirk asked.
"Because males are not supposed to be giving birth let alone be pregnant!" Bones said. "If a man were to deliver a baby, he would die, Jim!" He had a sway of his hand. "It is like asking a walrus to become the surrogate of two triplets because there is something wrong with the human population where the females cannot deliver." Bones shook his hand. "The only way you are having this baby is by C-section. You will spend nine months being pregnant. Think you can handle all that kicking in your stomach? Your abdomen is not going to like it. Feet in your ribcage. . . I have heard about it happening to women but this is very scary for you."
"What is there not to like being pregnant?" Kirk asked, with a grin. "And besides, you are the one scared!" He wiped off what puke had been on the corner of his mouth. "I might not get little chubby feet in my rib cage."
"And after being pregnant when the baby is out." Bones said.
"I never been a father before." Kirk said.
"Jim . . . You might need to be warn your breasts might begin preparing for parenthood," Bones said. "Because it is possible. Men can produce milk for the baby."
Kirk's jaw dropped.
"Why didn't you mention this when we had a starving baby on Selious One three years ago?" Kirk asked.
"Because I was the one feeding it." Bones said.
"You. . .?" Kirk said, in shock.
Bones shrugged.
"You weren't paying attention and you were busy with Spock, so, I had to do the 'logical' choice," Bones said. "I was highly skeptical of it . . . and it turned out I could."
Kirk puked into the garbage can.
"And Kirk, you are going to be taken to Earth for some 'observation' and then sent home," Bones said. "I really recommend you rest while you can and have a trash can beside you." He patted on the young man's shoulder. "There's going to be a lot of media frenzy over your sudden miracle."
"Oh god." Kirk said, trembling.
