Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K Rowling.

Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), M-Pregy (male pregnancy) threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, character deaths, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk; hints of Sulu/Chekov, Scotty/Uhura and McCoy/Chapel

10. Morning Sickness

Mornings were nice for Harry, he especially enjoyed them on his days off. Usually he would lay in bed dozing lightly either curled up with his husbands or hogging the sheets by himself. But since discovering his unexpected pregnancy, mornings had become the hell of his existence. Every day it was like clockwork with Harry waking up and spending a few moments worshipping the porcelain goddess. And this time was no different.

With a groan the wizard sat up and tried to stable himself, his nausea making him unsteady as he tasted the bile at the back of his throat. Clasping a hand over his mouth in the hopes of keeping it at bay for the moment Harry stood, quietly shuffling toward the bathroom. He tried not to disturb his husbands although he knew it was pointless. They would be up in a matter of minutes once he reached his destination.

Turning on the light, Harry nearly cried when he saw the toilet. Moving faster as the urging became greater, he quickly knelt down and lifted the lid staring into the water. For a moment nothing happened but Harry took no comfort in the calm. And like a rush, he hunched over and opened his mouth with a sickening gag.

Both Jim and Spock jolted awake by the sound of violent retching coming from their bathroom. They were scrambling before their minds could catch up as they rushed toward the open door finding Harry kneeling in front of the toilet heaving the contents of his stomach. His fingers gripped tightly to the edge, nearly turning white from the strain of his hold.

Spock turned and headed toward the living area to retrieve a glass while Jim moved further into the wash room tentatively kneeling next to his lover. And like every morning, Jim rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder trying to soothe Harry as he continued to throw up. Sometimes it was hard for he and Spock to see Harry like this, to hear the choked sobs between the vomit and see the tears roll down his flushed face. It was times like this that made them wonder if they were making the right decision to keep the baby especially considering the toll it would take on Harry's health.

"I'm here babe," he whispered kissing his head and nuzzling his hair, "I'm right here."

Harry whimpered and coughed, gagging a bit more. Spock walked back into the bathroom with a glass and stepped toward the sink, filling it. When done he moved toward Jim and handed him the glass questioning, "Is it over?"

"Not sure," was the reply.

They remained there for another few minutes before Harry finally pulled away. Using assistance from Jim, he managed to stand and rested his hands on the counter top, his face flushed a little as he panted for breath. Without prompt, Spock handed over the glass which the wizard took gratefully. He quickly rinsed out his mouth with the water and spat into the sink before reaching for his tooth brush.

"I blame you both," Harry grumbled before brushing his teeth.

Jim laughed nervously, "Yeah I guess we kinda put you in this situation huh?"

Finishing with the cleanup of his mouth, Harry dried his hands and face before sighing. Turning toward the pair, he shifted a little, "Sorry, I think I'm just being cranky right now."

"You are attempting to cope with symptoms your body is not used to handling Harry, there is no need to apologize," Spock stated.

"I know but still. It's not like any of us knew what happened to me so I shouldn't blame you for this mess. If anything, I have no right to complain since I wanted to keep the baby."

"Look, it doesn't matter," Jim reasoned, "Things are a bit hectic and crazy for us right now but we'll be okay. Because think of it, once everything is over and done with, we're going to have a baby that's all our own. A part of us that we can never replace… it'll be worth it."

Harry hummed as he shuffled closer to the blond and nuzzled at his chest as he pressed himself close. Spock joined his lovers as he wrapped his arms around the both of them. Jim was right of course. Things were difficult now and there was much uncertainty they had to face, but the rewards would be great.

"Alright it's bad enough with the morning sickness, but now I might be having mood swings. Great," Harry joked.

"It's alright babe, we still love you," Jim teased kissing his head.

"Indeed, nothing you do will ever diminish our affection for you k'diwa," Spock assured.

"Good to know."

"Now, how about we clean up and maybe get some breakfast?" Jim questioned as he pulled away.

"Nnn, not sure if I can keep anything down," Harry groaned turning a little green.

"Perhaps at least some soup would be good for you. You must remain conscious of your health Harry," Spock advised, "For your sake as well as the baby's."

"I guess soup would be okay… maybe some Polmeek soup?"

"Yes, I believe we can arrange that."

"Alright well then out you two! I need to piss and I have to shave," Jim ordered smirking as he ushered them out. Harry rolled his eyes while Spock merely raised an eyebrow but they both allowed their husband privacy. And just like that, everything was better and familiar again. They still had a long ways to go before their lives were completely back to normal, but for now they would manage like they always did.

Poor Harry, he can't get a break can he? Yet another chapter up, hope it makes all of you happy. Because your happiness is my happiness. I don't have much else to say, I'm actually really tired and groggy right now. Trying very hard not to fall asleep at the moment and it's not like I can never take nomal naps. I take what I call death naps, meaning I will sleep for hours. And it just really screws with my sleep schedule.

Well anyway, I'm sure you guys know what to do! Reviews are love!

~Seth