Chapter 10: Nasty Negotiations or Forgetting Family?...

Jim and Nyota finish breakfast and Jim kisses her lightly on the forehead, deciding to take a shower. He sneaks into their bedroom first and slips his PADD into his sweat pants pocket.

He finds a towel and steps into the large master bathroom, closing the door and switching the warm water on.

He lets the hot shower run, steam slowly filling the room around him as he strips down and sits on the toilet seat. Jim scrolls through his PADD and rereads the message again and again until the dreadful words are branded permanently into his skull and behind his eyelids.

The Captain will have to call them today to negotiate with Pike about bringing his wife and soon to be mother aboard the ship. He sighs, tossing the PADD uselessly beneath his sweats and stepping into the relaxing steamy shower.

Jim lets the scorching water coarse over his skin, finding the burning sensation soothing as he squirts a generous amount of shampoo in his palm and rubs it into the roots of his hair. Kirk deeply inhales the scent of lemon lime as he lathers his dirty blond hair.

He closes his eyes peacefully when he suddenly hears the bathroom door creak open. He smiles as she tiptoes skillfully over the white tiles of the bathroom. Nyota pulls back the shower curtain to slip into the warm shower with her husband.

Uhura wraps her arms around his abdomen, her round stomach pressing into the curve of his back. She kisses up his neck by standing on her toes, nibbling on his soapy ear before kissing his cheek. Jim turns around to face her, shielding her from the spray of the water.

"Here, let me." Nyota says, taking some shampoo and working it into his soft hair. She gets it foamy enough to make him a white mohawk, making Jim smile. She laughs, enjoying herself as she proceeds to giving him multiple hairstyles.

Nyota pinches it into spikes, curls locks of it around her delicate fingers, parts it down the middle and smooves it down flat, making one hair stand up straight in a nerdy fashion. Finally she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, the force of it pushing them both under the shower of warm water.

Water runs down their faces and heads, the shampoo washing out of his hair and down his neck. Nyota pulls out of the kiss to look at him, blinking the water out of her eyes and running it over her hair and face. She finishes Jim off by scrubbing some conditioner into his soft hair, then rinsing it out. He smiles, "your turn." He grabs some of her shampoo and squeezes some out onto her scalp. Nyota moans happily as he massages her scalp softly, wrapping her hair in a bun, making it stand up straight on her head and also giving her mohawk.

He turns them around where she is under the gentle flow of water. Once her hair's rinsed out he runs his fingers through it, untangling it while grabbing her conditioner. He lathers it into her hair and scalp; he completes the washing of her hair and kisses her delicately.

"Let me clean you up." Nyota whispers as she grabs some soap and rubs it onto her palms. She then continues to wash him clean, running her lathered hands all over his body. She turns him around to scrub his back and then slides down to his rear, washing it slower and longer than needed – what could she say it was a cute ass.

Jim notices her concentration and focus on that one spot for an extended amount of time, smiling at her sexily as he cocks an eyebrow.

"Like what you see, Mrs. Kirk?" The effect of her new name rolling off his tongue makes her shiver at the warmth pooling in her sex and then dripping down her legs; Jim immediately notices the white liquid trailing down her thigh with the reaction of his blood rushing down to his wet penis.

Nyota stops him before he can tease her about her own arousal by taking her washcloth and grabbing his balls suddenly. Jim stiffens immediately, making a strange and foreign sound to her from the back of his throat, causing his Adam's apple to move.

Nyota stares up into his eyes as her hand involuntarily squeezes him lightly, Jim's eyes rolling back into his head as he groans softly.

Uhura begins to clean his balls, slowly moving up his hard shaft, feeling his pulse thrum against the pads of her fingers through the cloth. Jim jerks his hips forward in a reflex when she reaches his oozing tip.

She wraps her cloth around his full length and begins scrubbing him up and down. Jim stutters out a sigh as she runs the washcloth through his brown pubic hair, untangling the mess of curly hair. She finally finishes cleaning him and his eyes flutter open to meet hers. He smiles slightly at the dark and dangerous arousal hidden in the brown irises.

"…Your turn." He whispers huskily, turning her on further as a shot of heat immediately bolts to her slit.

Tingles flash over Nyota's skin as he takes the cloth from her hand and rubs it over her body. He does the same thing she did to him, turning her around to get her back and lingering on her round rump.

He drags the cloth through her crack and over the cheeks before continuing to slide it down her inner thighs and then up the back of them.

She shudders at his method of teasing, as he steps closer toward her, his stiff erection prodding the small of her back as his shape molds to hers.

His hand sneakily snakes around to her front like the devil itself. The cloth slides down to her mound, running through the black pubic hair until he reaches her slit. He tortures her, dragging the rag over her warm, wet slit between her legs before finally entering her folds.

Nyota lays her head back onto his chest as she lets out a shuddering sigh. He takes this as encouragement and proceeds to wiping her vulva clean. Jim surprises her by gently sticking a finger into her walls.

She clenches her muscles around his finger, Jim smiling as he presses forward into her. Nyota cringes and cups his cheek for a kiss. Nyota skillfully grinds her ass against his erection and suddenly breaks the cage of the little restraint Jim had left.

She knows he has snapped – he's not her husband anymore, nor the Captain, not Jim at all…but a lustful and greedy beast who craves only her flesh and sex.

Jim sees only her wet, hot skin as he grabs her rear and spins her around to face him. His lips devour hers in a desperate need to mate with his love. He picks her up by her thighs, turning them around and slamming her into the shower wall, the water raining down upon their sweat slicked bodies.

With the water pouring over them, Jim breaks their kiss and pants into her open mouth, foreheads resting against each other as Jim takes her face in his hands and shoves into her vaginal walls. Nyota arches her back and her muscles tighten in her body as she cries out at the force, her hands grabbing Jim's neck in support.

He kisses her and places his hands on the wall behind her as he thrusts into her at an impossible speed and rate. Nyota hardly gets a chance to see his penis leave or enter her. Nyota shrieks again, pulling his wet hair as she pushes his head down to her shoulder.

Nyota's nails carve crescent moons into the flesh of his back – Jim doesn't mind, in fact, he doesn't even notice her actions. He is too consumed in making love to his bride.

Jim deviously bites the skin of her shoulder, making Nyota scream; it's a double whammy when Jim thrusts into her again.

Once he is buried within her he dares to dig in even deeper. Nyota's head jerks forward with the force of it, sighing as her hips meet his frantic thrusts.

As Nyota's walls begin to twitch around Jim's pulsing member, Jim plays her clitoris to bring her ever closer. She sighs and gasps as her orgasm approaches.

"Ah, ha, J-Jim, ah…I'm gonna c-come!" Nyota whimpers.

"Good…" Jim growls, taking her lips in his as she whimpers again into his mouth as her walls clench violently around his hard shaft, juices flooding out of her and covering her spouse. Jim thrusts into her again to ejaculate his sperm, riding out their orgasms together. Once they're both done, heated waves of aftershock vibrating through both of them, Jim slips out of her. He lets her stand in the shower and kisses her, whispering against her lips, "I don't know why we cleaned ourselves before getting dirtier than before…"

Nyota smiles, kissing him and turning off the water; Jim grabs her, one hand placed under her knees, the other under her armpits as he carries her bridal style out of the bathroom. Nyota laughs but her eye catches a silver PADD hidden under his discarded sweats. Her breath catches in her throat as she questions if her eyes are betraying her.

But they can't be, she thinks as she drags her eyes away from the PADD. She looks at Jim who doesn't seem at all guilty, smiling at her as they leave the bathroom. He brought his work here…after I told him not to…oh my god. He's not supposed to be my Captain; he's supposed to be my partner.

Nyota doesn't let on that she knows his little secret as he lays her down on the bed, wrapping his body around her smaller frame. Jim dives in for a kiss but she sharply turns her head to the side, his lips landing on her cheek instead. When she turns her face back to him she's stung by the obvious hurt in his eyes.

"Ny, what's wrong?"

"Don't call me that. Shouldn't you be calling me Lieutenant Uhura, Captain?" Jim groans and runs a hand over his face, sitting up.

"Come on, Ny, don't be like this! Did you see it?"

She sits up also, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Uh, what, the PADD?! Yeah, Jim, I did! What happened, I told you specifically no work on our honeymoon and now this?!"

"Look, Nyota, I'm a Captain. I can't just throw all of the Enterprise's missions away. This is my job."

"Oh yeah?! Well I didn't marry my Captain! You are supposed to be my spouse, my life partner, my significant other!"

Jim jerks forward and grabs both of her hands in his own, looking into her eyes. "And I am… You don't even know what's so important on that PADD. I got a classified message from the Starfleet Command…I'll tell you the full story later after I make a phone call, okay?"

Nyota snatches her hands away from him and chews on the inside of her cheek. "You're going to take a phone call?! You're just gonna end this and take a phone call?!" Nyota shouts after him as Jim dresses quickly, grabs his PADD and exits the bedroom.

Nyota dresses in one of his white dress shirts, the hem coming down to her mid thighs as she follows him into the living room.

"You can't just end this! We're not done yet!" Jim ignores her except for that last comment. As he steps halfway out onto their balcony he turns back and gets the last word.

"Honey…you got that right." He slides the glass door shut and escapes onto the terrace. Nyota grinds her teeth together, hands balling tightly into fists as she growls. "EERRAAAHHH!" she screams, locking her fingers in her hair and threatening to pull out some strands.

Jim takes a deep breath between clenched teeth. That was not how I wanted that to go, he thinks to himself. He turns around and watches as his pregnant wife throws a pillow across the room and lets out a battle cry it seems, leaping onto the white couch and jumping up and down on it violently – stumping it out.

He knows his reply to her was the exact thing she needed to set herself off. Jim runs a hand through his damp hair, dialing Pike's number which he now knows by heart.

He sets it on speaker and rests it on the balcony railing. Jim listens patiently while it rings. "Hello, this is Admiral Pike speaking."

Jim makes a face at his formality. "Oh come on, Chris, don't you have caller ID? I may be a Captain but you do have to address me as such – I'm on my honeymoon for god sakes. But I am calling to talk business."

"Oh, I see that you got our message. Are you here to negotiate or are there problems with your mission?"

"I am calling to negotiate."

"On what terms of our offer, exactly?"

"Look, Pike, I'm a married man now as you well know; considering you were a groomsman in the wedding. And if you don't know your top ranked Communications Officer is carrying my child…inside her."

"WHAT?! JAMES TIBERIUS KIRK, DID YOU KNOCK UP NYOTA UHURA?! WHEN DID YOU KNOW THIS?! WAS SHE PREGNANT AT THE WEDDING?!"

Jim winces at his shouting, scratching the back of his head as he bites his knuckle. "

"Shemwapresensbefathawejjinj…" Jim mumbles with his knuckle still in his mouth.

"What?"

"She was pregnant way before the wedding. When I asked her to marry me she was already four weeks along."

"EEEERRRRAAAHHH! I AM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Look, Christopher, buddy, I called to negotiate not argue. And besides we're happy, I married her didn't I and I love her. If anything you should be happy for me."

Pike takes a deep breath and answers calmly. "I am, Jim, I am – trust me. It's just a lot to take in so soon is all, but I am happy for you, believe me. Have you thought about any names?"

Jim shakes his head in frustration at how they've gotten off track. "No Pike, I didn't call you to talk about my baby and yes, we like Maverick and Zabietta but – whatever, that's not the point. Anyway I can't go on the mission."

"What? Why not?"

"Without…my wife; Nyota needs me right now Pike, hell, the baby needs me. I mean, she's only on the last month of her first trimester for crying out loud. You said I would get to watch my baby being born and then take care of it until it's a month old…but, Chris, I'm telling you that's not long enough for me. And I can tell you right now that I'm damn sure that isn't enough time for Nyota either."

"Well what do you expect me to do about that, Jim?" Pike asks his voice tight.

"Here's a suggestion, is my ship space docked right now?"

"Yes."

"Well then I think my baby should have some work done."

"What kind of work are we talking here, Captain?"His voice snarls Kirk's position in Starfleet with venom.

"Just knocking down some quarter walls, sir, I've read my departed reports and it seems to be perfect in fact that my crew is missing three of its members. Unfortunately all of them are dead but there's space nonetheless aboard the Enterprise. Here's my plan – professionals knock down two walls, joining three rooms to make a gigantic Captain's quarters. Why would I want bigger Captain's quarters you might ask? Because I won't be living there alone, my wife, Nyota will be returning with me to the USS Enterprise and we will need the larger space to raise our child."

"No, no,Jim, we can't do that! Why would you want your wife aboard the ship anyway?! Aren't you afraid she'll get hurt or something?!"

"No! Because she won't be getting off the ship, she'll never step onto the Amerind planet. I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe."

"Jim, just what is going to make me do this?"

"Don't make me pull out my dirty tricks, Pike, you're a friend."

"You have nothing."Pike growls.

"Oh do I, do I really? Because it seems to me that I recall once upon a time seeing you stumble around in a…rather drunken state with a very pretty woman on your arm. I know you're married and I'm sure that your wife wouldn't be very pleased to know that you slept with this woman."

Jim winces at hearing Pike snarl ravenously over the phone.

"You don't have any real proof…"

"Oh yes I do, I took a picture of you with the girl one night and then the morning after when you walked out alone, wearing the same clothes. Now if that doesn't prove my point then I don't know what will."

"Uuuuhhh, fine, we'll make the renovations on the ship and you can bring along Nyota and your child – once it's born and all. Good day, Jim…man, just when I thought you would stop being a pain in my ass." He groans.

"It's been nice talkin' to you, sir. Man, do I miss our little chats." Jim can basically hear Pike's eyes roll as he hangs up. Jim smiles down at his phone and does a little happy dance at his victory.

Jim returns inside to see Nyota sitting on the couch watching TV. He sits next to her, facing her direction. She ignores his presence all together.

"Hey." He says, nudging her arm lightly. Nyota yanks her arm away as if he set her on fire.

She takes a deep breath, "I don't want to talk to you."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm still pissed off and I might do something stupid like cuss you out or stomp your ass."

"Well whatever, you're gonna talk to me anyway. I have some good news for you."

Nyota turns to face him, crossing her arms over her stomach. "Oh, and what's that?"

"Ok, so the message I got from Starfleet was about a mission to save the Indians of the Amerind planet. I'm going on this mission – they need their Captain –"

Nyota explodes, throwing her hands in the air and her eyes grow dark and vengeful.

"HOW IS THAT GOOD NEWS?! How could you abandon me and your baby – you are the biggest hypocrite I have ever met! You're going to dance around in the paradise of Starfleet while your child needs you on Earth?! You told me how you basically grew up without a mother because she was in Starfleet. Now you're gonna go turn around and do the exact same thing to your own kid – to me?! I cannot believe this, how could you?! I swear you are not my Jim! Where's the guy I married, huh?! Where is he, the real Jim would have never taken that mission without his family. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she begins to chant that as she suddenly lunges at her husband, banging her fists on his chest and upper body.

Jim winces at her surprising strength as her hits actually sting. He saves himself from further pain by grabbing her wrists and rolling them off the sofa and onto the floor.

Nyota still thrashes under his body, trying to catapult him off her. "Uuuuhhh, get off of me!"

"No!" Jim shouts, looking straight into her eyes as he lies on top of her. "Listen, because you didn't even let me finish."

Nyota makes a face of confusion but he continues.

"I'm going on the mission but that phone call I just made was a negotiation with Admiral Pike. I got him to let you come aboard the mission with me. They're gonna make a larger Captain's quarters out of three rooms and after the baby's born you're going to move in there with me."

Uhura's eyes soften as a smile grazes her face and she squeals in joy. Her arms free themselves and wrap around his neck, hugging him tightly. They kiss and she smiles at him again.

"I'm so sorry I exploded like that."

"Yeah it's cool – if I did take the mission without you then you would've had the right to be pissed at me."

Jim kisses her again, pinning her hands to the ground as he deepens the kiss, easily sliding his tongue into her mouth and eliciting a moan from his wife.

Nyota gasps lightly as Jim's hand ghosts up her thigh to her warm sex. His large, calloused hand pries her legs apart as his fingers softly rub her slit. She cringes as he dips two fingers into her folds and gently slips them into her drenched walls.

Jim pulls out of the kiss, his mouth opening as he stares at his mate, gauging her reaction as he twists his fingers in and out slowly.

Uhura arches her back slowly as if he's pulling her up, she moans and thrashes around helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure consumes her.

Jim smiles down at her wickedly, enjoying his utter control over her as he rotates his fingers in a circular motion.

"Aaaaahhh…" Nyota moans. Jim takes her lips in his quickly, running his other hand up her shirt or his really, popping the buttons off until she lies naked before him. He drifts down her body, his hands grabbing the sides of her stomach and blowing a wet raspberry right on her round belly.

Nyota knocks her head back and laughs, her fingers entangling in his hair as she pulls him up for another kiss.

Jim frames her face with his hands as Nyota's untie the drawstrings of his sweat pants; once untied she yanks them down to his knees.

Jim kicks them off and grabs himself firmly, looking at Nyota. "Stroke it." Nyota doesn't hesitate for a second before placing her hand over his and bringing up her other hand to stroke him with a feather light touch. He groans, bringing a smile to her lips. She bites her lip as seeing his pleasure causes her wet cunt to leak.

After a few minutes of masturbating together Jim comes with a shout, squirting his white hot semen onto Nyota's stomach. "I'm sorry…I'll clean that up." He pants breathlessly, grabbing a nearby towel off the couch and wiping off her stomach.

They kiss once she's cleaned up and with Jim still rock solid, he plunges into her dripping wet, wanting pussy.

Nyota gasps his name, her hands grabbing the muscle of his shoulders as he thrusts into her. Jim groans and begins to lick and suckle on her neck, his hands roughly grabbing hers and pinning them to the ground. Kirk's mouth sneaks up to her jawline, his lips ghosting over her cheek and then nibbling on the lobe of her ear.

"I love you, you know." He whispers into her ear, shocking Nyota with the words but she keeps her cool.

"Of course I know that, J, I hope you know I love you too. And that's not just because of what you can do with your hands or how you maneuver that ten inch cock of yours."

She draws a deep chuckle out of him, causing his manhood to vibrate inside her twat. The vibrations shudder up her spine, Nyota clenches her teeth and sighs in pleasure.

"Hey, what do you think would have happened if you never broke up with Spock?"

Jim punctuates the question with a brutal shove of his hips, jerking Nyota's head forward – she's taken off guard by the question.

"Um, I think would've hurt a lot of people."

"How so?" Another jerk of his hips.

"If I would have stayed with Spock then I would've never gotten to relieve my emotions for you. That first night you were home sick and I came to visit you that was exactly what I was doing. I was just relieving my feelings so I wouldn't burst or something. Either way – I would have slept with you; either by cheating on Spock with you or breaking up with Spock and then sleeping with you."

Jim nods his head in sudden understanding. "Therefore hurting Spock with infidelity or a sudden break up and also hurting me by just being your forbidden lover or rebound."

Nyota nods, "Exactly, now finish me off, babe."

"My pleasure…" he answers, pushing into her gruffly several times. Finally at last they come at the same time, Nyota clenching firmly around him in a death grip as Jim rockets off into her. Jim collapses on top of her, kissing her forehead and then her lips before slipping out of her. They stay there for a few minutes, Nyota tracing invisible patterns in the warm flesh of his chest. Her fingers ghost over his jaw, stubble rising to meet her gentle touch and caress.

"Now that I think about it – this just now occurred to me that I liked your beard when we were engaged and planning the wedding." She cocks her head and drags her eyes up to meet his. "Think you could grow that out again? I miss being tickled when I kiss you." He laughs, kissing her again and muttering against her lips, "yeah, I won't shave for two weeks and I'll look like a caveman." She giggles and then Kirk stands above her, offering her his hand and pulling her up.

They spend the rest of the day on the couch, eating junk food, watching a Cold Case marathon on TV, and cuddling together on the sofa.

As the skies fade to black, Nyota falls asleep entangled with her husband. She's huddled against Jim's side, her head resting on his chest, arms curled around him and her leg weaved in between his; one of her legs on top of his, one in between them. Jim laughs at a funny commercial, looking down at his wife to see if she's laughing when he notices her breathing has grown deeper and steadier. Her eyes are closed peacefully, he smiles as he stares at her – she's a sleeping angel, he thinks to himself. He nudges her briefly, shaking her a little to see if she'll wake up.

Once that doesn't work he turns up the volume on the TV to an ear bleeding level and she still doesn't falter – yep, she's knocked out cold.

Jim turns off the TV and throws the fleece blanket off of them, gathering his limp bride in his strong arms. He rests her head on his shoulder, one hand holding her thigh wrapped around his waist and the other on her bottom to support her. Jim lays her gently onto the bed, draping the blankets over her and then walking around to slip under the covers with her.

His arms curl around her ever-growing waist and she moans happily, rolling over to face him and burrowing deeper into his bare chest. Jim kisses her forehead lightly before yawning and drifting off into the dark oblivion of sleep.

A few hours later as they still lay slumbering, Jim wakes up to the growl of his stomach; he tries to ignore it for a while but finally succumbs to his hunger. He detangles himself from Nyota and then proceeds to getting out of bed and making himself a sandwich in the kitchen. He tiptoes back into the bedroom cradling his food and beer carefully.

He soundlessly slips into bed again, propped up against pillows and the headboard. He switches on the bedside lamp and licks his lips before savagely digging in.

Halfway through his delicious sandwich he begins to hear Nyota moan something and thrash around a little. Jim wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and takes a sip of his beer, studying his wife as she appears to be dreaming and not just any ol' dream – a wet dream.

He can't take his eyes off her as he catches a few moaned words here and there.

"Yes sir,"… "Captain, what are you doing?"… "Oh…Kiiirrrrrkkkkk!" Jim's eyes widen even more when he sees her hand slide down to her mound. Her fingers run through her black pubic hair and glide over her oozing slit.

He watches, mesmerized as her fingers enter her folds and she moans with a naughty giggle when she enters herself. She begins to pump her two fingers in and out in a gruff and fast pace, thumb dancing over her swollen clitoris.

Jim can feel himself grow hard just by looking, soon straining against the cotton of his plaid boxers. Nyota moans his name again and Jim almost passes out, being light headed as all the blood in his body happens to go straight to his cock.

He shifts uncomfortably in his underwear, but only causes himself more discomfort. Nyota arches her back and cries out Captain as she comes, squeezing her fingers and squirting out her juices.

Jim smiles devilishly to himself as he thinks up a plan. He'll just pleasure her in real life, get them both off and then she'll think it's still just her dream – perfect!

Jim crawls over to her side of the king bed, kneeling over her and putting his hands on his hips commandingly.

"Lieutenant Uhura, spread your legs!" he commands, biting his lip and using every ounce of self-control he can in order not to snicker or giggle.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Nyota does as ordered, spreading her legs wide open to her 'Captain'. Jim rubs his hands together eagerly, giddy in disbelief of this really happening. He slips into a trance as he runs his hand up her inner thigh, making her shudder slightly at his mere touch.

Jim runs his pointer finger over her glistening folds ever so lightly, probing inside and then tracing her entrance. His finger slips into her easily with her lubrication; he teases her endlessly, making her moan his name over and over in a desperate plea.

Finally Jim surrenders to her need and relieves himself of his boxers. He positions himself at her entrance and then penetrates her slowly. Nyota gasps and whimpers as he crawls inside her at an agonizingly slow rate.

They make slow, sensual love – not too sweet and tender, nor bitter and rough. Jim hovers over her body as if he was her protector from everything around them – her cocoon. He offers her soft and nurturing kisses on every bit of her exposed skin. His lips burn Nyota's flesh, lighting her up from the inside out, and the warmth of her heart racing to meet his every touch, caress, and cherished kiss.

Jim's lips suckle their way down to her bare chest, her fingers knot into his hair as he takes her magnificent swelling breast into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the hard and puckered brown nipple, suckling softly as if he expected nectar or milk. His other hand occupies her left breast, pinching the erect nipple and rubbing it between his pointer finger and thumb.

Nyota thrashes and writhes beneath him as his mouth and fingers drive her utterly wild. Jim continues his slow and leisure thrusts into her wet pussy, savoring the moment of making love to his eternal partner in life.

Together they feel their ends nearing, Jim's balls growing warm and tight as Nyota's walls spasm. Jim stares down at her and orders, "Come now, Lieutenant." They climax together, Nyota squeezing him as he ejaculates into her, their liquids mixing in a concoction of love. Jim collapses on top of her, kissing her lovingly while he glides out of her and wraps her in his warm arms.

He knows that half way through their love making Nyota actually did wake up from her dream but pretended to still be asleep. Her breathing had changed and her eyelids were cracked open slightly. He smiles against her neck as he pulls her deeper into his chest.

Nyota rolls over to face him and kisses him before they both drift back into desirable and envious sleep.

FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT

Jim and Nyota have now left Rio de Janeiro after finishing their heavenly honeymoon. They packed their bags the night before and now Jim hales a taxi to take them to the airport so they can meet Chapel and Bones back in Iowa.

Nyota sighs as she settles into the taxis' back seat, Jim shutting the door and telling the driver where to go.

"I so need to see my girl, Christy," she looks at Jim with a ridiculous pout, "I missed her." He rolls his eyes and shifts a little to face her.

"I know, honey, for like the last few weeks you've been whining my ear off about going to see her. I can tell you I miss my buddy Bones just as much as you miss Christine." He suddenly makes a face at her. Nyota shrugs at him, catching his look and frowning. "What?"

"Why did you wear that ridiculously long scarf? It's stupid; it's like a cape man! Come on, I mean how many times are you gonna have to wrap it around your neck to keep it from dragging across the floor like a train?"

Nyota's eyes engulf in flames as she slowly snarls at him, "Do not call this scarf stupid!"

"Well it is cuz it's not even winter – it's not like your neck's gonna get cold!"

"Who cares about the temperature, I wore this for fashionable reasons alone!"

"Why does your fashion have to be dangerous – airports have escalators and you're gonna choke if we go on."

"What – how, that doesn't even make sense!"

"Yes it does, your dumb train here is gonna get stuck in the escalator! And I don't plan on becoming widow right after we finish our honeymoon. Do you know how much that would suck?"

"No, how much, Jim?"

"A lot, Ny, a lot."

"Whatever just stop complaining about my scarf, it's not like you're wearing it!"

"Fine, ok, just don't get mad at me when you trip and fall on your face. But do give me the right to say I told you so. Now don't get me wrong, I will help you up and make sure you're okay but then I'm gonna laugh my ass off."

"EEEERRR! How dare you argue with a pregnant woman! It's pointless you do know you're gonna lose this fight, right?!"

"Yeah I know that, it's just that I'm afraid to stop talking because then there will be an awkward silence that will be even worse than this actual fight. So let's just forget about this bump in our road because a few seconds ago we were happy newlyweds talking about how excited we were to see our friends."

"Agreed, I forgive you."

"Yeah, I forgot I apologized but you can forgive me anyway because I'm sorry for ever starting this stupid argument in the first place."

"That's right, I love you again."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey now, wait, um…you're just gonna stop loving me because of a fight? That's how it is now?"

"I'm just kidding; I can never stop loving you." Nyota smiles and leans over to kiss him, suddenly jumping onto his lap and causing him to groan with her weight.

She laughs and turns to sit on his lap sideways, grabbing his face and pulling his lips to hers.

"You guys are like in the cupcake phase of relationships. Are you guys newly dating or newlyweds?" the cab driver asks them.

"Yep, we're newlyweds – we can't help but to rub our love in everyone's faces with public displays of affection." Jim asks, making the driver laugh.

"Okay, we're here." Jim pays up and they grab their luggage out of the trunk.

Later inside the airport Jim carries all their bags and Nyota walks slightly in front of him, talking right away about how excited she is to visit his hometown.

Suddenly Nyota cries out as her foot slips on her silk scarf, tripping forward and catching herself by gripping a man's shoulders. Jim shakes his head when the man yells 'bitch' and shoves Uhura roughly, sending her crashing onto the floor.

Jim's blue eyes burn several shades darker as scorching wrath courses through his veins. He crouches down to see if she's okay, helping Nyota sit up and then jerking his head forward to glare at Nyota's abuser.

In one fluent motion it so seems, Jim slings the duffel bag over his head, sprints forward and crushes his fist into the guy's nose with a sickening crack.

The guy however doesn't go down, recuperating with a missing swing and then tackling Jim to the ground.

Once on the floor Jim takes two punches and then works his feet under the man, catapulting him several feet backward. He then runs over to him, pinning his hands to the floor with his knees and raining brutal punches down onto his face. Jim's opponent is now gushing blood from his nose, split lip, and an open cut on his temple.

Nyota quickly realizes that her husband could seriously injure this man and gets up to separate the two. She tries to pull Jim off of the guy, but he holds firm, being stronger than her. Finally she gives up and lets six airport security men haul Kirk off of the defenseless man.

"He shoved my wife, he shoved a pregnant lady! Everyone saw that right? I'm not crazy because no one is supposed to hit a woman let alone one with a baby inside her! As her husband and the father of that baby, I have the right to protect her and that means beating the shit out of that douchebag." Jim proclaims, the security eventually letting him go which is a mistake as the bruised and battered man gets up. Jim rushes forward and head butts him before calming down again.

"Sorry! I couldn't help it."

"Well, are you gonna charge him with assault and battery or something because, we're just getting off our honeymoon and this is just a huge mistake. I was gonna sorry, but you pushed me before I had the chance too. But…I'm really sorry now." Nyota apologizes to the man.

He nods, holding his nose as his eyes swells up. "Yeah it's cool, I'm sorry it's just I've had a rough day. I shouldn't have pushed you." Jim rolls his eyes and refuses to shake the bastard's hand as the security lets them go and the couple runs to their plane.

Once boarded Jim slips his hand into his wife's. Nyota turns her head and smiles at him wanly.

"Hey, thanks for kicking that guy's ass for me. He deserved it."

"Yeah, but you know I had to."

"Haha, I guess. I would've been pretty pissed at you if you hadn't." Jim laughs and kisses her. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I'm gonna take a nap."

"Hehe, okay baby, sweet dreams."

"You'll be in them." She bursts out laughing and he smirks charmingly in his Jim way. "That was so stupid, you want some macaroni for all that cheese?" Jim laughs and yawns, stretching briefly before slipping on his headphones.

"Whatever, it's all I got. Goodnight hon." Jim presses a button and surrenders to the hypnotic sound of the Black Keys.

Later on into the flight, the only sign of light outside are those of the city, blackness consuming the sky; Nyota flips through a baby magazine, circling a few items she wants or is at least interested. So far she's highlighted a baby crib, stroller, a girls' and boys' pair of bibs.

After that she begins to read her book, Atonement. She hears Jim's breathing change and he rolls over towards her in his seat. His light blue eyes, glazed with sleep crack open to stare at her and wince at the light.

"You're still up? It's like what, one o'clock in the morning right now, go to sleep, Ny." His words are heavy and slurred with sleep.

Jim almost drunkenly lifts up the arm rest, takes the book out of her hand and marks her place with her bookmark. He places the book in his bag and turns back to face his wife. He takes her face in his warm hands and gently presses his lips to hers, gentle as he turns her towards him a little. Her leg rests over his and he pulls her head down to his chest and kisses her head softly. Jim grabs a blanket and lays it over them, Nyota sighing as she falls to asleep in his arms.

Hours later their plane lands in Iowa, Jim having to shake Nyota awake with her being passed out completely. He helps her up and grabs their luggage, making their way out of the plane and into the airport.

They grab a taxi and later arrive at their hotel where Jim already made reservations. They settle into the hotel suite across from where Christine and Bones are staying. Jim fumbles with the keycard, once getting into the room he lays his unconscious wife on the bed, tucking her in before sliding in with her.

Jim kisses her temple and wraps his arms around her, his hand resting on his future baby. "Man, I hope it's a boy." He whispers to himself.

"I heard that." Nyota mumbles, Jim unaware she wasn't really asleep. He laughs and kisses her, both of them falling to sleep peacefully in the comfort of each other.

TBC

A/N: I'm gonna speed up the pregnancy because when she's nine months along and about to pop I have a lot of drama in store for them. Haha! There will be so much going on the reader's head will be spinning. Yeah this fanfic is going out with a bang BI-YOTCH!

Thanks for all your support in this fanfic by the way and please keep it coming cuz I feel really bad when there's no new reviews. Thanks everyone so much!