It has taken me forever to update. I'm so sorry. Between all the stuff we've been doing this summer and my new-found obsession with Heroes, I temporarily lost focus. But never fear, I read through some of these before we left on vacation and wrote ten or eleven on the beach. These four are all based around Spock and Uhura as a family - a number of you all asked for some where kids were involved. I hope this is what you were after. If not, I'll be more than happy to write some more...

As always, read and enjoy and review, if you are so inclined. I appreciate them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.

Lacking

He was perfectly aware that pride was an illogical human emotion. Despite this awareness, he could not prevent it from dictating his actions, from allowing it to put words in his mouth. From the tilt of Kirk's head and the mischievous gleam to his eyes, he deduced that the captain was, on some level, conscious of the fears he was too proud to mention aloud.

It couldn't be helped. No strict Vulcan discipline could have prepared him for the moment when he found himself in sickbay, holding the squirming body of his newborn son so Nyota's trembling fingers could reach.

Forest

It took a great deal to get under his skin. Very few things, Jim Kirk aside, had managed to disrupt his carefully constructed calm exterior. Of all potential stressors, he was taken aback by this source. "Nyota!"

"I know, I know," he heard her voice. "Calm down."

He scanned his eyes across their quarters, categorizing the majority of the clothes-filled boxes that littered the floors as illogical, impractical pieces of "junk". With an inaudible sigh, he eased his way through the maze of baby furniture.

"No child requires this much, Nyota. This is unreasonable."

"Our son does. Don't be silly."

Corridor

It seemed nothing about them would be conventional. For all his careful use of Vulcan logic to prepare for the imminent arrival, the first officer of the Enterprise had no alternative plans when Ensign Chekov stumbled onto the bridge, motioning wide with his hands and sputtering in Russian.

"The ele-wators aren't working on C-Deck and Lieutenant Uhura is in labor!" he gasped.

In that single human moment, the green blood drained from his angular face. "Lieutenant Uhura is stranded in an elevator while in labor?"

"Mr. Scott is working on the ele-wators. But don't worry, Captain Kirk is with her."

Miniature

"Don't try so hard," Kirk laughed. He reached out and moved Spock's left hand so the newborn fit more comfortably in his arms. "There we go."

The captain stepped back and observed them. "Huh. The kid looks just like you, you know. But he's not as pale. And he's got normal eyebrows."

"Thank you for helping her, Captain," Spock said in a low voice. His gaze was fixed on the baby. "I'm certain you were more helpful than I would have been."

"I doubt that," Kirk whispered, eyeing Uhura, asleep and burrowed into one of Spock's much larger uniformed shirts.

These were kind of fun to write. Let me know if you'd like some more like these. Also, if you've left me suggestions for words, I am working on them, albeit at a snail's pace. Before I reach 100, all suggestions will be written. I promise. Thanks!