Baby Book - Rocking With The Beat

Nyota had work to do and this was the first chance she had had. She went to the music rack and selected a disc with good bouncy music on it - good music to work to. She sat Grayson down on his floor cloth with some toys and got to it. She opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser and took out the piles of little clothes that were still too big for Grayson. Shoving the drawer shut with her foot she carried the clothing into Grayson's new bedroom and put them in the dresser there. Then she went back and got the clothing that Grayson had already out-grown and carried those things into the new unused bedroom and stored them in that dresser.

As she entered the living room again, she saw Grayson rocking back and forth on his floor cloth, shaking his arms in time to the music, babbling merrily. She bent down and kissed the top of his head as she passed on her way to the dresser to gather up the clothing that he was currently wearing to carry it into his new room.

Once she had all the clothing moved, she carried the baby carrier and other things belonging to Grayson and put them either in his room, or in the new playroom that all the other new rooms opened off of. Almost finished.

Back in the now master bedroom, she rearranged the drawers so that they were not so crowded. All done.

Back into the living room she went, plucked her smiling son up off the floor, grabbed the corner of the floor cloth and walked into the playroom. She spread the floor cloth out again, and plopped Grayson back down. He wiggled and rocked and babbled at her as she laughed at how happy he was and how much he liked the bouncy music that she was playing. She knelt down beside him, swaying to the music. She remembered the times she used to go dancing with Gaila - those had been good times. But these were good times, too.

Grayson was waving his arms wildly at her, babbling "mamamamama." She reached over and slid her hands around his ribcage, lifting him up until his feet touched the floor and she held him suspended upright. He screamed in glee and bent his knees, bouncing. She swayed back and forth with him, dancing in place, smiling and laughing at his antics. He bounced, he swung his arms, he laughed. Oh, he was having so much fun!

Spock entered their quarters and heard the peals of laughter coming from the new part of their quarters. After that tedious after-shift meeting that laughter sounded so good. Some of his tired irritation sloughed off. He set the food he had brought from the mess hall on the table and crossed to the door between the sections of their quarters. He stood there, watching his wife and son dancing together, his lips quirked up at the corners. Ah, life was good. Very good indeed.