Two months had gone by, and still nothing had occurred. I grew awful depressed, again, believing that the procedure on Vulcan had failed, and that I would not be having a baby, like I wanted so badly. Jim, Spock, and Scotty kept telling me to give it time, but I had given it two months, already. I would've known something by now; I was a doctor, for Pete's sakes. I made these diagnoses all the time, and this was certainly the time of month when there would've been symptoms, now. I just decided to go with the fact that no baby was on the way, and I had to continue to force myself through this lonely life I was leading.

I was in Sickbay, performing my daily tasks, and rose from my desk, walked over to the cabinets, and grabbed a medicine bottle to write down its barcode number, when a wave of dizziness struck me. I shook my head a few times and put a hand to my head.

"Whew…I guess I should get up slower, next time." I gasped.

I sat back down at my desk and recorded the number in the computer. I then all of a sudden just became downright hungry. This day was now getting a bit weird. Not helping myself, I called down to the cafeteria.

"Chef Maria, you there," I questioned, friendly.

"Yes, Dr. McCoy; what can I do for the ship's finest?" She asked, pleasant.

I was one of Chef Maria's favorite people to serve food to, since I always chose to eat so healthy, but she'd let me have a sweet or two once and a while, when she felt I deserved it, or when I simply asked, which wasn't often.

"Hey, can you bring a guy up a big full blown watermelon with those spicy chicken strips, too?" I asked, finding that to sound delicious, which usually, which would have more than disgusted my stomach.

"A full watermelon…with spicy chicken strips, Doctor?" Chef Maria questioned, stunned.

"Yeah, feeling a little wild, today; thought I'd try something new out." I answered.

"Alright, Dr. McCoy…whatever you say," Chef Maria answered.

"Thank you; McCoy out," I spoke, then ended the call. I then loosened my belt on my pants, feeling they were way too tight, but this is how tight I usually wore my belt.

"Geez, McCoy; you need to lay off the homemade chocolate chip cookies. I'll end up looking like Grandpa Ted, otherwise." I cried to myself, thinking of my dad's father, who was fairly overweight before passing on, when I was about 19 years old. I decided to go see what Jim, Spock, and Scotty were doing on the Bridge, left Sickbay, and went to find the nearest turbo lift.

I walked onto the Bridge over to Jim, who looked more than irritable.

"How are we doing, Jim," I asked, friendly.

"Oh, fine, I guess; where's that stupid, freaking planet?!" Jim hollered. I sensed he was growing highly impatient, as he had been searching for Ventikar for about six days straight, now, and it seemed as if we had become lost.

"Stressed, is more like it," I answered, with a faint smile.

Jim turned to me.

"You diagnosing me, Doctor," Jim questioned.

"Well, I am a doctor…kinda my job, isn't it?" I replied friendly.

Jim smiled back at me. I walked off to talk with Scotty about possibly rescheduling his once a day talk for today, since I had a very important meeting to attend to with all medical personnel on the ship, when my dizzy spell returned, but this time, it was maddening. As much as I tried to shake it off, things kept spinning faster and faster, then everything turned black, and I felt myself collapse to the ground, and the last thing I heard was Jim yell 'Bones'.

I woke up in Sickbay and saw Jim and Spock speaking with Dr. M'Benga about something, though I couldn't hear them, nor make out what it was they were saying to one another. I decided to close my eyes and rest, when I heard footsteps enter and stop at the side of my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Jim there, smiling boldly at me, and Spock had a certain look on his face that I'd never seen before.

I stared at them, perplexed for a minute, before something clicked in my mind, and I gave as big of a smile as I could. I was insanely tired, but had I not been, I would've been crying my eyes out with glee, right then and there.

"I'm having a baby, aren't I," I spoke, softly. I did feel a couple tears roll down my face, though.

"Congratulations Doctor…oh…should I say Papa McCoy." Jim grinned, from to ear to ear.

"You should be pleased, Doctor," Spock simply spoke.

I smiled then looked down at my middle, where I now knew someone was now growing inside me and needed my help for a healthy arrival to this world. I gently patted my middle, lovingly, then left my hand there and fell asleep.

After a few days of being released from Sickbay, Jim had called a meeting with all the Starfleet Officers. It was Jim, Spock, Scotty, and I. We all knew the reason why Jim called the meeting, except Scotty. This meeting was to tell him about the new member on the way. I had told Jim and Spock that I wanted Scotty to also be in on the little secret, before everyone else knew. Even my co. workers in Sickbay didn't know…besides Atticus.

Scotty entered, and we all took our spots at the table in the break room.

"Gentlemen, welcome," Jim greeted us all, like usual meetings began with us.

"Captain," Spock spoke.

"Hello, Jim," I answered, with a smile.

"Good day, Captain," Scotty replied, cheerful.

"Now, I have called this meeting for a very important reason. Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy already know why we're here, but we wished to speak with you, Scotty, and tell you what's going on, before telling the rest of the ship." Jim spoke.

I tried to hide a mischievous smile growing a little on my face. Spock simply sat there, acknowledging that he knew the reason very well what the topic of this meeting was about. Jim looked at us with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes, then back at Scotty.

Scotty's face was contorted with concern and befuddlement.

"Captain…is something wrong," Scotty questioned, worried.

"Why I call this meeting is because something major has come up that will change our lives, forever." Jim began.

"What, Captain; is someone dying?" Scotty cried.

"It involves no other than Dr. McCoy," Jim answered, leaning back in his chair.

"Dr. McCoy…what's wrong with yah, lad? Tell me yah ain't dying, McCoy; I couldn't bare it!" Scotty pleaded, frightened.

Jim turned to me and smiled.

"Bones, would you like to tell Scotty, or shall I?" Jim questioned.

I smiled and nodded.

"Scotty," I began, with a very serious look on my face.

Scotty shivered in his spot.

"Dr. McCoy, tell me what's wrong, lad!" Scotty exclaimed, about to go crazy.

I silently chuckled, then slowly rose to my feet, and turned to my side. I put my right hand on my middle and revealed to Scotty my little weight gain. It was barely noticeable, but enough to see, if you said something regarding it.

Scotty sat there, his eyes gaping, and his jaw hanging from his hinges. He had no idea what I was trying to say.

I smiled bigger.

"I'm gonna have a baby, Scotty," I spoke, with a smile.

Scotty grew a huge smile on his face and jumped from his seat.

"Ha ha; I knew it worked, Dr. McCoy, I just knew it would!" Scotty cheered, walking over to congratulate me with a hug.

"Thank you; that means a lot to me. I told Jim and Spock I wanted you to know before anyone else." I answered.

"Thank yah, McCoy; I'm honored, lad…ah, McCoy, ha ha! A baby," Scotty cheered.

Jim and I smiled.

"A baby," I answered, happily.

"My ship's gonna have one more crew member that'll be a fine edition to the Federation!" Jim spoke, proudly.

"I assure you, Captain, that a baby can not perform the tasks of which Starfleet Command will order us to do so." Spock answered.

"Oh, when he or she's older, of course they'll be able to!" Jim spoke, cheerful.

"Oh, that little lad or lass of yer's, McCoy, is gonna go to Scotland's greatest university of St. John's!" Scotty beamed.

I softly chuckled.

"St. John's University; you must be joking, Scotty. This kid's going to the University of Iowa." Jim remarked, with a smile.

"University of Iowa; yah must be outta yah mind, Captain! St. John's is where some of the greatest leaders in Scotland attended!" Scotty remarked, playfully.

"Gentlemen, if this child's attending college anywhere, I would highly suggest the University of Vulcan." Spock answered, thinking that was the most logical answer.

"Oh, Mr. Spock," Scotty chimed.

"Guys, poor little thing's not even here, yet, and we're already arguing where it's gonna go for college?" Dr. McCoy chuckled.

"He's right, Captain," Scotty spoke.

"He is," Jim replied.

"Dr. McCoy's kid will make the finest Chief Engineering Officer there ever was!" Scotty cheered.

"Are you kidding me; that kid's gonna be Captain someday, just like old Uncle Jim, here!" Jim remarked.

I couldn't help but laugh; boy or girl, my baby was gonna have one heck of a life with its three 'uncles'. And I knew that they would be the best uncles my baby would ever have.