"Ko-mekh loves you, yes he does," Kirk cooed to T'Lyra.
Kirk was on his last day of bedrest, and lightly bouncing his daughter in his arms with a huge smile on his face. The baby was gurgling in response. He was paying extra special attention to her because he didn't get to hold her when she was born. Spock was always sitting next to him with T'Para, so he could always see her, and trade when he wanted.
"Jim, I do not see the benefit of speaking to her in this babbling manner."
"She likes it. Look at her smiling."
"If you insist," Spock said with a smile and kiss to his lips.
"You know, we should really discuss what we're gonna call ourselves now."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, I was gonna be ko-mekh. But now with you being pregnant and all, you're technically a ko-mekh too. We can't confuse the kids like that. I'm daddy to one, and ko-mekh to two. You're daddy to two, and ko-mekh to one."
"I do see the issue with this system."
"So what are we gonna do about it?"
"Perhaps we eliminate the ko-mekh prospect. You remain the 'daddy' and I shall be father. The children can be informed of where they come from at an older age. For now, we simply both remain the 'dad'."
"You're so smart," Kirk replied as he cupped Spock's chin with his free hand and planted a loving kiss on him.
"I fail to see why you are stating that fact as you are intelligent as well."
Kirk just laughed and went back to kissing him. That was, until T'Para began to whimper and rustle around in her swaddling. Her sister wasn't far behind. They seemed to do everything together already.
"Bones, I think they're hungry again."
"Oh? Surprised you noticed in the middle of your love fest."
"Oh shut it."
McCoy went to the storage room he'd managed to find and grabbed some of he powder formula from it. Kerchev had a stock pile of it; probably for all of his captives. Disgusting, vile individual. Bones was jealous that Spock was the one to throw his mangled corpse out of the airlock. However, it needed to be him. Kirk would have if he could have moved.
"Here ya go. Two made up bottles. You're welcome."
"Thanks," Kirk said with a smirk.
"Anything else?"
"Actually, yes Doctor," Spock chimed in.
"And what would that be?"
"Your permission to file you as each of our children's godparent."
"You… you want me to their godfather?"
"Yeah, Bones. You're my space dad, and I love you. Both Spock and I agree that if anybody should raise our kids if something happens to us, it should be you."
Bones started to tear up.
"Well, Jimbo, I'd be glad to. You two better not leave me anytime soon though, you hear?"
"We shall endeavor not to," Spock replied.
"Okay Jim. I think you're good to go," McCoy said as he examined him.
"Finally! I want out of here."
"What are we gonna do about the other captives?"
"I was thinking about that. Our best option it would seem is to contact Starfleet to send rescue shuttles. The kidnapped will be delegated by sector, and they can be transported back to their home planets. The ones who have not yet given birth will stay at the base and be taken care, and after delivery can be sent back as well. "
"Seems good to me!"
"I agree, Captain. A very sufficient plan of action."
"Did you really just call me Captain, Spock?"
"This is an official matter."
"Okay, sweetheart," Kirk said with a wink before he looked back down at their daughters. "Awe, look they're sleeping."
Both girls were snuggled up in their blankets. T'Lyra had her hands up by her face, and her eyes and nose were all scrunched up. T'Para's legs kept kicking around, and she was making occasional grunting noises.
"Well T'Para certainly takes after you, Jimmy-boy," Bones said with a chuckle."
"Not funny."
"I found it a bit humorous," Spock said with a soft smile.
"See? Even the hobgoblin likes my jokes."
"So how are we getting out of here," Kirk asked.
"I believe their main control system has a lock on the Enterprise. Doctor McCoy and I never made it to the system. However, I retrieved that information along with your location when I melded with the nurse," Spock replied.
"Always thinking ahead, aren't you?"
"It is only logical."
"AGAIN, if you two are quite done flirting, we have work to do," Bones fumed.
Kirk chuckled again. He loved how easily annoyed Bones got when the two of them showed any signs of affection in front of them.
"Let's put the girls in their cart first," Kirk said.
"Just one?"
"Yep! I want them to have each other for comfort."
"Well isn't that sweet."
The twins were still asleep, and put side by side in the incubator cart. Again, Bones wished he had a camera. It was possibly the cutest thing he'd ever seen. T'Lyra rolled her head to face more towards her sister. They both seemed to smile slightly in their sleep by being next to each other.
"Jim, I couldn't find you a wheelchair. And I'm not rolling you out on this bed."
"That won't be necessary, Doctor. I will transport Jim."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but he is, Bones. He's my regular old horse these days."
"You're disgusting."
"But you still love me."
"Not if you keep that up!"
"I do not understand the reference to me as a horse."
"Don't worry about it. Just get over here and pick me up."
Spock did as he was told and put Kirk in a bridal hold. Bones rolled his eyes, but didn't have an alternative plan, so he let the two idiots keep going. Spock led the way to the control room, found the communications sector, and located the ship without ever putting Kirk down.
"You know, honey, I can stand now."
"Terran customs state that maternal patients are in a wheelchair after giving birth without strenuous activity. Since we are unaware of how a male recuperates from such, I must assume that you should remain inactive."
"Where'd you hear that from, Spock? Been reading my medical rulebook?"
"No, Doctor, I researched post-partum customs. I wanted to be prepared for when the time came."
"You researched all that to take care of me?"
"Yes, Jim, I did. Seeing as this is the only opportunity I have been given to do so under the circumstances, I would like to take full advantage if you are not adverse to it."
"I'm not."
"Very well. Then you shall remain in my arms."
"Stated that quite matter-of-factly," Bones muttered under his breath.
Spock initiated communication with the Enterprise.
"Spock to Enterprise."
"Scotty here, sir! Oh it's so good to 'ear from ya!"
"I must admit the same for you, Mister Scott. If you can lock on our coordinates, I would like to request five to beam up."
"Gotcha, sir! Stand by."
Kirk and Spock moved to the cart, and each retrieved a daughter. They were unsure if the cart would beam up, and Kirk insisted that they would feel safer with their daddies holding them. Spock had to admit it was a logical reasoning. He also secretly reveled in being able to hold his girls. He took T'Lyra for the transporter ride since Kirk had been somewhat hogging her. He couldn't blame him, but he wanted his share.
"Ready, Mr. Spock."
"Energize."