AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Oh man, what a cliffhanger.

So guess what?

You get a fun-filled chapter!

Yay for drama!

There might be some cute stuff too.

=P

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Lillian's POV

There it was, all out in the open. At first she stared at me, a whole run of emotions running through him. He was excited, he was scared, he was worried, he was happy—but his face wasn't showing me anything. His face was pretty much showing me what Vulcans showed everyone—nothing. I sighed a little and bit my nail, and then I bit my lip as he finally took my hand and kissed it. It reminded me of how I felt in Sick Bay not that long ago.

"Janet, you don't have to leave just cause Leonard's coming in." I told her, sighing when she stood up.

"Why don't you tell your brother that some women like to at least have marriage dropped into a conversation—then I will talk to him." Janet replied.

"Can't you tell him?" I asked her dismally.

She shook her head. "No…I don't want to get married yet, but I'd like to know that this relationship is going somewhere someday. He should get that without any help."

I sighed as she hurried out of the Med Bay, looking at Leonard as he came in. "So…do you want to talk to me about anything?"

"Nope." Leonard told me.

"God…being stubborn is a family trait." I said with a laugh, picking up a tricorder randomly and opening it up. "So let's talk about something else—like Daddy coming tomorrow."

Leonard smiled a little. "As always, he's going to be prouder of Megan than of us. I'm pissing off my girlfriend and you're shacking up with your boyfriend."

I rolled my eyes. "Daddy can't get mad at me for living with Spock—he slept around with my mother and then left her pregnant to go back to Mommy."

Leonard laughed. "Leave it to you to make a sentence cute and awkward at the same time."

"What? Mommy is our Mommy—your biological one, but our Mommy." I said.

"I agree. Hey…can you put that tricorder down, please?" Leonard asked me.

"Why? I'm having fun scanning myself." I told him, and then actually looked at the readings I'd taken and swallowed—what was that?

I knew my face was a little shocked, so I just plastered a smile on my face and then looked up from the tricorder, shutting it. I was seriously pregnant? It made the nausea and the achey feeling make sense. But I'd already been here. I'd already thought for a second I was pregnant and it was a parasite. But this wasn't a parasite…this was a baby.

"Lily, you're white—what's wrong?" Leonard asked.

I smiled. "Nothing. I'm uh—I'll talk to you in a little bit."

I hurried out of Sick Bay, running into Janet and telling her I'd talk to her in a little bit. Spock deserved to know first. Spock deserved to hear it from me first. What was I going to say? How was I going to say it to him? Where was it all going to go from here?

"You are absolutely positive, Lily?" Spock asked me softly.

I nodded. "Yeah. I know how to read a tricorder readout."

Spock smiled a tiny bit. "I know you know how to read a tricorder…how far along are you?"

"Um…actually I don't know. I was a little too freaked about the idea of having a baby inside of me." I told him. "And to be fair…I really don't want to tell Leonard about it even though I need him to check it out for me."

"Leonard is going to be upset. I am sorry, Lily—how are you feeling about it?" Spock asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm still processing, and I'm a lot more worried about you and how you feel about it."

Spock smiled at me and kissed me softly, "I am not going anywhere, Lily. It is sooner than we thought it would happen, but it happened and we have a responsibility to see it through."

I laughed a little. "Oh, the logic that is seeping through. Spock…even though it's unexpected—"

"—Lily, I am happy." Spock assured me, resting his hand on my stomach to prove it to me. "I am a little uncertain as to what we are to do next…but I am happy."

"I'm happy too." I told him with a smile, resting my forehead against his as I placed my hand on his hand as it rested on my stomach. "Wow…we're having a baby."

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"Hey, Lily—do you have that virus?" Leonard asked me.

Spock had come into Sick Bay behind me, and I had told him before we entered that I wanted him to make sure I was between him and Leonard at all times during this discussion—Leonard wouldn't hit me…especially while I was pregnant.

"No, I don't have a virus." I told him.

"Why do I feel like Commander Spock is cowering a little?" Leonard asked, raising an eyebrow.

Janet laughed. "Prolly cause he and your sister are going at it like rabbits and he knows you know and doesn't wanna get hit like when Jim hit him after the cave incident."

I blushed. "Not helping, Janet…really not helping right now."

Leonard took a forced breath. "What do you need…NO!"

"Leonard, take a deep breath." I told him as he stood up, eyes blazing. "Take a deep breath and wait for me to tell you why I'm here before you jump to conclusions."

"If I have to—" He said.

"—you do." I told him.

"Then I'm going to—"

"—no you're not."

"But he completely—"

"—No he didn't." I told Leonard with a smile as he protested. "I'm a big girl and I helped make this happen, and we just need to know how far along I am."

Leonard took a step closer to us and Spock and I immediately took a step back. Leonard nodded when I gave him a look though, nodding, so I got onto the hospital bed. Unfortunately, Leonard took that moment I had my back turned to clock Spock in the jaw and Janet yelled at him while I punched him in the arm.

"Ow! I'm protecting your honor!" Leonard told me.

"I don't need my honor protected. It's out of order, but I'm happy, Leo." I told him with a smile, taking his hand in mine. "Can you please just tell me how far along I am?"

Leonard sighed and nodded, smiling just a little when he thought I couldn't see him out of the corner of my eye when I stroked Spock's hurt jaw and he kissed my hand. Figuring things out, like the conception of a baby were a lot more advanced now and I didn't have to have any of that cold gel rubbed on my stomach for an ultrasound. All I needed was a thorough tricorder scan, and that would tell me hoe large the fetus was and in turn how old it was.

"Well…I'd say almost 6 weeks." Leonard told me. "This is weird—I'm an uncle to an unborn baby."

"Be happy about that, Leonard." Janet told him, stroking his hair. "I know it's different because she's your baby sister, but she's my best friend and I'm excited."

I smiled as she touched my stomach. "Thank you, Janet."

Janet was just as surprised as I was when Leonard took her by the hand and whirled her to face him. He smiled at her and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, kissing her softly. She kissed him back, Spock stroking my hair as I got off of the hospital bed. I couldn't help but smile at them because I wanted my siblings to be happy—to be sublimely happy.

"I'm not sure about marriage, Janet—but I want you. Is that what you needed to hear?" Leonard asked her.

"Yes." She replied with a smile. "And please—no babies. I so don't want to have any for another few years."

"Deal." Leonard said, and Spock and I left the room and headed back to our quarters.

We spent the rest of the day in there figuring out how to go about telling my father, and I watched from the bed as Spock paced a little. He was worried because he was meeting my father for the first time, and he was meeting him as the father of his love child's love child. I laughed a little at how that sounded in my head and Spock sent me a look, cocking his head to one side a little.

"I do not see what is so amusing about my pacing." Spock told me.

I smiled. "It's not your pacing, it's just…I'm a lot like my mother and yet nothing like her at the same time."

Spock climbed into bed with me, both of us sitting up and leaning against each other. I stroked his hands and looked up at him as he rested one of them on my stomach. He kissed my forehead softly and smiled at me and I smiled at him too. This was a lot better than I thought it was going to be, and I rested my hand on his as his thumb stroked my belly.

"I'll tell Daddy, okay? Just…he won't hit you, so don't be nervous." I told him, kissing him softly.

Spock nodded and we laid down, Spock pressing his chest against my back and holding me tightly. His hand was protectively on my stomach and I smiled a little—for a surprise, this baby was turning out to be a good one.

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Megan, Leonard and I were all very excited to have our father come onto the ship. When his shuttle landed and he stepped off of it, Megan and I were the first ones to him. We hugged him fiercely and he kissed the top of our heads, then pulled Leonard into a hug and we went to hug our mother. Chekov, Janet and Spock held off a little, smiling as they watched us.

"So which one is the dashing groom?" Dad asked.

"Daddy? This is Pavel Chekov." Megan told him excitedly, taking Chekov's hand for a moment and smiling.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. McCoy." Chekov told him.

Dad beamed. "Oh no need to be so formal, Pavel! You can just call me 'Dad'. After all, you're marrying my youngest daughter. So this strapping man with the mostly emotionless expression must be Commander Spock?"

Spock held his hand out to Dad and nodded. "Welcome aboard, Mr. McCoy."

Dad smiled and him and shook his hand, and then brought Janet into a fond embrace. Since she'd grown up with us, my family was already fond of her. Janet laughed a little and made a joke about him hitting on her, to which he nudged her chin softly with his fist and they smiled at each other.

"You're smart to have finally fallen for a keeper, Leonard." Dad told him.

Leonard rolled his eyes. "I really think the only smart person in this family is Megan."

Mom laughed. "Now don't go making fun of Lily, Leonard."

"I'm not!" Leonard protested.

"He's not, Mommy." I told her, squeezing her hand. "He's really not."

"Uh-oh…that means that Lillian must have done something. Lillian, Sweetheart…what have you done this time?" Dad asked me.

"Honey, do you really have to jump to the conclusion that she's done something wrong" Mom asked him.

Even though I wasn't biologically her daughter, Mom stood up for me more than anyone else. I thought it was sweet most days, but right now it was unnecessary. It was one of those days when I was really the one who should have been made fun of. I took a deep breath and went to Spock and took his hand.

"Daddy? Mommy? I'm kind of…we're kind of…living together." I told them, swallowing because I'd completely chickened out.

Telling my parents I was about to be a parent myself in a good 7 and a half months was a lot more intimidating than I thought that it would be. Spock squeezed my hand a little to let me know he was there and I knew that if I didn't tell them—he would.

"Well, Honey, we're not going to stone you for that or anything." Mom told me with a laugh, kissing the top of my head. "Leonard always makes things sounds more horrible than they really are."

"Mr. and Mrs. McCoy?" Spock asked them.

I shook my head. "Baby, its fine. They need to rest. We should show them to their quarters and schedule some dinner with them tonight."

"Lily, let the boy speak." Dad told me, and when I started to protest he sent me the 'Dad' look.

"Lily and I—" Spock began.

"—I'm pregnant." I cut in so they could hear it from me, but bit my lip and looked at Spock as he had finished his sentence as, "—would love to have you for dinner tonight."

Mom and Dad stopped smiling and then Mom stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head while Dad muttered some profanity and then just nodded. He smiled and came up to Spock again, holding out his hand.

"I'm not happy about it you two…but what's done is done. Welcome to Almost Parenthood, Commander Spock." Dad told him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"What? That's it?! If I knocked Janet up you'd tan my hide!" Leonard exclaimed.

"Leonard, calm down—and would you please get your sister something to drink? She's probably feeling nauseous and needs some water." Mom said.

Megan and I laughed as Mom teased him for his outburst, and Pavel and Spock quickly realized just what kind of a family they were getting involved in. We teased each other and never took it personally—and thankfully though disappointed with Spock and me, Mom and Dad were being understanding and accommodating.