I apologize for the brevity. I wanted to get something up, but have run into writer's block.
"T-twins?" Jim asked, stunned. Spock looked back and forth between Leonard and Jim, eyes wide. It was hard for him to imagine having one child, now he was having two? Leonard nodded at Jim's question.
"Wanna see?" he asked. Jim wiped his hands on the small towel he had carried from the kitchen and rushed over. Spock, who had yet to see the ultrasound, looked at the small screen as well. M'Benga moved the wand over Spock's stomach and two tiny blobs appeared. Jim's eyes softened as he stared.
"Wow." he whispered. "When can we do a DNA test?" he murmured to Leonard. M'Benga, who had heard the question, was shocked.
"Wait, I thought they were yours, McCoy." he said. Leonard blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well, ya see-" M'Benga cut him off with a raised hand.
"You know what, I don't want to know." He then turned to Spock, who had yet to take his eyes off of the ultrasound screen. "What do you think, daddy?" he asked. Spock looked up at him then, unshed tears glossing over his eyes. His mouth opened and closed several times, without sound, before he was able to answer.
"I cannot believe that I am having twins. I will, however, make it work." he said calmly. Jim grinned at him and Leonard quirked a smile. After a moment of deep thought, Spock turned to M'Benga.
"Would you like to stay for dinner, Doctor?" he asked.
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After dinner, M'Benga had to take his leave. After he was gone, Leonard and Jim began to clean up the kitchen. Spock protested, saying he could do it himself, but they refused to listen. Spock sat, quietly, on the couch as he listened to the light clinking of dishes. He thought about what lay ahead for the three of them. Were they prepared for all that fatherhood entailed? Well, Spock had to remind himself, Leonard was already a father. Still, the way he talked, he wanted to have a much more active role in the life of the twins. How were they all going to balance their careers at Starfleet with being the parents of twins? Spock was scheduled to leave Earth as soon as the Enterprise was ready for missions. What would become of all of them and the children? Spock was beginning to feel anxious. He was prone to over-thinking things and this was no different. Spock was drawn from his thoughts by a voice.
"What's the matter?" It was Jim. The man came into the room and bounced down onto the couch beside him.
"Nothing." Spock responded. Jim narrowed his eyes at the Vulcan. He reached up and rubbed a finger down the creases between Spock's eyebrows.
"Know what these are?" When Spock just sat silently, Jim continued. "They're worry lines. They form when you're stressed." Spock's brow furrowed and Jim pointed. "Because you do that. So, what's wrong?"
"We are all destined for space on our career paths. How are we going to handle children?" Jim smiled at him then. It was a soft smile.
"We'll make it work, Spock. I don't know how, but we will. It's not unheard of to have a family on a starship, ya know."
"I am aware. However, would we be able to ensure their safety." Jim huffed out a laugh.
"We can't even ensure their safety on Earth. Spock, we'll take care of them, we will. There will be danger, sure, but there's danger everywhere, not just in space." Jim reached out a hand and stroked the side of Spock's face. "Don't worry." he whispered as he leaned in and gently kissed Spock.
