Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Star Trek but I wish I did.

A/N : Sorry it's taken me longer to submit a new chapter - I've been on holiday and had no access to internet.

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A Work of Art.

By StarChildx

Lt. Uhura stood silent in the centre of her bedroom. Her dark eyes scanned the swirls of red, green and blue colour that ran across the walls and proceeded to equally decorate the wardrobes. In the corner of the room sat Amanda Uhura, her small chubby fingers grasping a selection of wax crayons. The child reached down into the Tupperware container for another crayon.

"Spock!" Uhura called out to her husband who sat in the living room, his thoughts unmistakably trained on the selection of pads on the table before him.

No answer from Spock but Amanda turned to face her, causing Uhura to gasp as there was a thick circle of red lipstick smudged around the child's mouth.

"Spock!" she repeated once more, as she made a mad dash towards her daughter who giggled contentedly as she continued her masterpiece.

"Is something the matter Nyota?" Spock responded looking up from his padd in the adjacent room, his raised eyebrow indicating that he was oblivious to the carrying-on that had now been disrupted by his wife.

"Well, I think you should come see this." Uhura hollered turning her attention back to Amanda. "Give the crayons to mommy, come on Amanda." She spoke softly trying to coax the child to surrender her crayons.

"Fascinating." Spock muttered as he stood in the doorway. "She does seem to enjoy expressing herself through the method of art."

"Fascinating or not, I thought you were keeping an eye on her while I had my examination." She sighed, prying the crayons from Amanda's hands.

"I had to review a few computer glitches - I only left her for five minutes and 32 seconds precisely." Spock replied in his normal calm and selected tone.

"Spock, you can't leave a child unattended even for a minute." Uhura rolled her eyes in disbelief thinking that this would have been obvious.

"I believe there is an old Earth saying – 'You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.' " Spock responded as he disappeared into the bathroom to fetch a damp towel to wipe the thick crayon patterns from the wall.

"I also believe patience is a virtue" Uhura retorted as she rubbed her forehead to ease the due ache of an oncoming migraine and quickly checked her makeup bag that lay next to Mr Cupcake, forgotten at the foot of the bed. "She also used one of my favourite lipsticks!" Uhura sighed once more as she nearly stepped onto the crushed casing -a red stain on the carpet was all that remained of the lipstick.

"A lipstick can easily be replaced Nyota." Spock whispered as he lightly rubbed the wall with the damp towel.

"I know." Uhura replied. "It was the one I wore on our first date." She whispered, tidying away the remaining crayons into the Tupperware before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Mommy" Amanda spoke softly as she approached her wary mother, arms stretched out for a cuddle. The small child gently lay her head on Uhura's lap.

"I trust everything was satisfactory." Spock spoke as he wiped the wardrobe door.

"Hmm?" Uhura responded, day dreamingly as she adjusted her daughter's piggy tails.

"Your examination?" Spock urged.

"Yes, sorry. McCoy advised that the baby is developing fine and there's nothing to worry about." Uhura replied. "Spock?"

Spock half turned, noticing the slightly distressed look on his wife's tired face he took a seat next to her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Nyota, I sense something is troubling you. I don't believe it has anything to do with our daughter's actions. You seem ...distracted." he spoke softly.

Uhura sat silent for a few minutes before responding she stole a glance at their young daughter who was now playing with Mr Cupcake in the opposite corner of the room.

"Nyota, what's wrong?" Spock asked.

Uhura allowed her eyes to meet Spock's. "I'm anxious. I wonder if we will be able to cope when the baby comes."

"Nyota, do you remember when you were pregnant with Amanda and you had exactly the same concerns?"

"Yes Spock."

"Do you recall what I told you then?" he asked, his dark human eyes searching hers.

"Yana No wani itisha ana." (You and I are One) Uhura whispered, watching her husband gently place his hand on her stomach in reassurance of those words.

"Precisely. Whatever trials we may experience, we shall deal with them together." Spock spoke as Uhura leant her head on his shoulder. "It is only logical that Amanda is mischievous occasionally...she is after all...a child."

"Mommy, I'm tired." Amanda interrupted the moment, rubbing her eyes with one small hand and grasping Mr Cupcake with the other.

"Okay Sweetie." Uhura replied as she gathered her daughter into her arms. "Mommy loves your pictures but it's naughty to draw on the wall with the crayons."

Amanda nodded her sleepy head and cuddled close to her mother. "Love you mommy."

"Mommy loves you too, my little star. Kiss daddy goodnight Amanda." Uhura smiled as she leant the child closer to Spock. Amanda planted a soft kiss on her father's cheek.

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