Spock's lay conscious with his eyes fixed on the top of the pod. He'd have looked around if his body wasn't so broken. He had flash backs of memory surrounding the fall and his landing in this room. He remembered a small sound, a sound he was solely focusing on in this moment. A baby crying.

The sound was so alien to him but get so connected. He couldn't attribute a name to it, thinking long and hard of what it must he been. It didn't take him long as his intellect was based mostly on logic. It was his son. The baby crying he had heard was his son.

If Spock was completely human he would have cried. His face resolved and he felt very insecure. His first thought went to his wife. He and Nyota hadn't spoken since before his mission. He could still recall the conversation.

She was feeling very tired and all she wanted to do was eat and sleep. He listened intently not daring to interrupt her-she didn't appreciate that on a normal basis and it was suicide to attack her while she was hormonal even if they were light years away from each other.

He asked, when she had finished talking, if she was complying with the advice of the physicians which were in charge of her and she sassily replied, yes. He immediately clarified that he had had no intention of bothering her, but to inquire about her health. Nyota understood and apologised for her behaviour which he dismissed suddenly, wishing he was their with her, massaging her, releasing her pain, both physically and mentally. He knew that she was scared for their baby's safety but he was anxious for hers. No he could only assume that he was now a father.

It was early dawn if his calculations were correct. He wondered if she was still in San Francisco or if she had returned to her Africa. He calculated the age of the infant at about one month. He believed that his wife would abide by the rules and remain in stationary until she was stronger and be infant was older before travel. He wondered where she was if she was staying. Him must have told her about the house-his surprise. But at least if she didn't like it he didn't have to see her disappointed face.

Spock slowly closed his eyes and began meditation. He opened his eyes again instantly when he heard another virtually silent whimper. He heard Nyota sigh in relief at his presence. "Spock, can you hear me?" She asked.

He motioned for the pod to be removed. Nearly half his body had been healed already due mostly to his intense meditation. And as the pod barely helped him at all, it was only logical to remove it.

A technician removed the top of the pod, positioned him in a more comfortable position in which he could see his family. He noticed Nyota first in a wheelchair, which alarmed him as she should have been able to stand or sit in a regular chair. A wheelchair implied that she wasn't able to walk.

Beside her was his father, an interesting sight. He hasn't spoken to his father in about a year, ad his duties to his wife took priority. Satellite didn't speak but looked in the direction of Nyota's arms. This is when Spock noticed the small bundle tucked tightly in her arms.

Nyota opened up the bundle and slowly stood up and placed the newborn his his father's arms. Spock looked to Nyota with a face more surprised and afraid than she had expected.

"You left Africa?" He croaked just learning to speak again.

"I was in labour when you were injured. They didn't tell me until after. I had to see you Spock, we had to see you. "

Spock looked at the little baby in his hands. He was so small with a lovely fair complexion and his hazel eyes and pointy ears. Nyota began crying, looking at how well her husband was with their son.

"He's only about a week old. And last night was the first time slept. Like he had to see you in order to know everything will be alright. "

"What's his name?" Spock asked knowing full well that they had decided on a name long ago.

"Iburu Nevasa Spock."

"Iburu," Spock muttered. Miracle, in Swahili. And that's exactly what he was-a miracle for his parents.

"He has my ears," Spock pointed out like a little kid playing will blocks. Nyota found this extremely amusing and even giggled every once in a while, because it was going to be okay. Everything was going to work out okay. Sarek looked from his son to his daughter in law to his grandson and smirked.

Spock was healing nicely. As he despised the confinement of the bed, he was allowed to move around in a wheelchair. Nyota, who was too growing stronger everyday, would push her husband around the hospital on his better days, Iburu strapped tightly in Spock's arms.

On these days, Jim and Bones would visit and check on the family. Spock and Jim would often talk alone about Spock's reinstatement and the upcoming missions on the Enterprise. Though their five year mission had been cut four years short, it would resume as soon as their first officer was cleared for duty.

The ship was making repairs and adjustments to security and safety. During this time, Nyota and Spock neglected to discuss their situation. They still hadn't decided if Iburu would join them on the Enterprise. Nyota said yes, as she wanted desperately to remain on the ship with Spock, but he thought that she and Iburu should stay away from travel until he was older.

"You do understand that we'd not see you for four years," Nyota quietly brought up one evening while she fed Iburu and Spock caught up on reports.

"Excuse me?" Spock asked looking up from his work.

"I don't want be alone for four years, Spock."

"We would see each other every evening and converse mentally whenever necessary. "

"I can't be mad at you and I don't want to fight because I'm just so happy you're alive, but that's not family, honey. If we do what you want, that means that you wouldn't see your son face to face until he was four years old. You'd never see him grow up and he'd never know who you are," Nyota spoke quietly as a nurse had just come into the room.

Spock thought silently to himself before responding. "That was never my intention, Nyota. I don't want to leave you and Iburu, I never wanted to leave you two, but I have a responsibility to the ship."

"And you have a responsibility to us. Take us with you. Look what happened without me," Nyota pointed out, as her husband has been greatly injured as a result of poor communication among aliens.

Spock kept eye contact with her as she finished feeding Iburu and lifted him up to burp him. He was getting bigger, now nearly three weeks old. His hair was coming in very well, which his mother combed to match Spock's. He loved being bounced up in the air. His was definitely more human than he was Vulcan. Something Spock had been worried about, but was happy towards as well knowing that he wouldn't have as many problems in his life as he had. That was consolation enough. Thinking about how much his son would grow in four years all without him there to see it, he couldn't even comprehend leaving them. It was either all go or none.

But he had a responsibility to the ship. So it seemed that his son would learn if new cultures and new languages and explore the wide open regions alongside his family. And that was all there was to it.


Last Chapter for now. If I get requests to continue I will. Otherwise this is the last chapter. If you want another chapter, please send me a review or private message. :)