An Honest Conversation

"Did Papa love Daddy?" Archer looked up from the file he had, Jim was perched on his shoulder.

"Yeah, why…"

"No, no like, really love him?" Archer put the padd down, and pulled his nephew close. Jim wrapped his arms around his uncle Archer.

"Oh, I get it you mean…"

"Hhmmm," Jim murmered, nuzzling Archer's sleeve. The Starfleet captain thought how to answer this one.

"I'm not sure, baby. He adored him, and he loved your mom also… I'm not sure he loved him enough to marry him though,"

"He told me the virus got so bad, he thought he was gonna lose him…"

"He could have died…" his uncle whispered.

"I know… My belly hurts," Archer kissed him gently on the head, and started the same gentle belly rub Pike did.

"What's got you so upset? Hhhmmm," Jim buried his face in Archer's uniform. The captain just continued his loving touches, soothing his nephew to sleep.

"T'hy'la come to bed," came Spocks voice over the comm. Jim ignord his love, and continued to file reports that he was behind on.

"You have been working for 4.97 hours, I implore you to come to bed, now."

"James," Jim looked up and saw his uncle RJ with his therapist and uncle Archer.

"aunit and I called you,"

"Sorry didnt here it," Archer moved to take his padd.

"Jim, come to bed, Spock needs his lovie," Jim nodded, and felt himself being pulled into Archer's strong arms.

"Remember what your Papa always said about overworking," Jim glumly nodded, and squeezed his uncle Archer tightly.

"Only because Admiral Blackwell told you two," his nephew ginned, Archer sighed in degeat and put his hand over Jim's face.

"Uncle Archer I'm not five," came the annoyed reply, Archer laughed and gently shushed him.

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"My T'hy'la what is wrong?" Spock pulled him into his strong arms, rocking his beloved gently.

"Fine Spock, I'm fine, just tired… Gotta catch up on work at some point," his human mate returned the loving embrace.

"I do not believe you,"

"Spock…" he breathed, slightly annoyed, this was not going to be a lovey night at all.

"I do not want my beloved to hurt," Jim sighed and wrapped his big arms around his Vulcan.

"Spock, I'm not that hurt," Jim pulled away, annoyed.

"You need him…"

"I need a lot of things," Jim muttered, he felt his beloved scoop him tight into his arms.

"I am here, my ashayam, and I will be here forever," Spock pulled him back so he was perched on his lap, facing him.

"I know that,"

"I need you, I need you to help me and our baby, please, please do not run…" there was a catch in the Vulcan's voice. Jim saw Archer standing in the doorway with Scotty and Chekov.

"Baby, he'd never want this for you, I promise you with everything in the universe…" Archer had tears streaming down his cheeks.