Sorry about the beginning! (It's really corny)
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Trip wrung his hands as his three and a half month old daughter was closely inspected by Dr. Phlox.
"Is anything wrong?!" he asked anxiously as Phlox let out a soft "hmm..."
"No, and if you keep hovering like that I will have to sedate you. Really Trip, I wouldn't think that you would be this stressed after being a parent for over three months." He scolded Trip.
Trip scowled at him and went to sit across from the doctor as he took various measurements.
Emily giggled loudly as she saw T'Pol enter the sickbay, and started reaching for her desperately as she walked towards the doctor.
"Hello, doctor, I seem to have eaten something bad, and I need something for my stomach." Said the Vulcan, who smiled with her eyes at the infant, as her face stayed placid.
Trip had discovered slowly through research and the few meetings that he had had with her, that Vulcans seemed to be more lenient with logic around young children.
"Good news, Trip, she is in tip top condition." Said the doctor as he went to find some stomach medicine for T'Pol.
Trip scooped up Emily, without a word to T'Pol, and left to go speak to the captain.
Jon had suggested that he start his duties as soon as Phlox had said it was alright for him to leave Emily with other people. Trip was greatly dreading this because she was maturing faster than his research had said she would, so she was more than ready to be passed off to someone else.
Trip knocked on Jon's door. The door was quickly opened by his friend and Trip stepped inside. Trip sat down on Jon's sofa and settled Emily on his lap.
"So what did Phlox say?" asked Jon eagerly.
"He said it was fine…" Trip said slowly, but quickly said, "But I don't think I should leave her alone with a stranger yet she still has breathing trouble sometimes and she gets hungry so easily, I don't really think I should abandon her just yet."
"Trip, it'll be fine. You don't have to work for long periods yet, plus Hoshi and I are more than happy to baby-sit her." Said the captain, clearly exasperated by Trip's excuses.
"That's what worries me! You and Hoshi have been great but you aren't exactly experienced when it comes to babies." Scolded Trip.
Just then there was a quiet knock on the door.
"Come in!" shouted the captain.
T'Pol lifted her face as she walked in the door holding a small data pad.
"Oh, Captain, I didn't know you had company. I will return later."
"No, no, that's alright. Trip and I were just talking about babysitters. Do you have any experience?"
Trip glared daggers at his friend as T'Pol thought the question over.
"Well, I have cared for my nephew a number of times." She said, standing stiffly by the door.
Jon smiled suggestively at Trip who groaned in distress at the suggestion. He barely knew T'Pol! How could he trust her with his three month old daughter?! But he knew that she loved it with her and that T'Pol had enough sense to know what to do.
"Oh alright! But call me right away if anything at all happens." Said Trip.
He told her to meet him later that night in his room to go over specifics.
Trip had just put Emily to sleep when he heard the knock on his door. He quietly went over and opened the door. He motioned to T'Pol to be quiet pointing to the cradle. She nodded and quietly walked over to sit on his bed. Trip went to pull his shoes on and motioned her to come back out into the hallway with him. He secured a small comm. onto the side of his jeans.
"She fell asleep sooner than I thought she would so I guess we'll have to talk in your quarters." Explained Trip as he kneeled down to tie his shoes.
"That is acceptable. Follow me." She said curtly.
Trip sat down in a chair when they got to T'Pol's room.
"I wrote some things down for you." He said as he handed her a data pad.
She took it without speaking and glanced over it. After a while she handed it back to him.
"It isn't too complicated, is it?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Tucker, it is perfectly clear what you want me to do with our daughter." She said sharply.
"Our…" Trip echoed.
He saw her eyes widen at realizing what she had said.
"You must have misheard me, Mr. Tucker, I distinctly said 'your' daughter." She quickly corrected herself.
"Oh… all right. Well just come by around 0900 tomorrow morning, if that's alright with you." He said shakily.
"That is perfectly acceptable with me. I will see you tomorrow at 0900." She said before showing him the door.
When Trip got back to his room all he could hear running through his mind was, "our daughter". What he didn't know is at that very moment T'Pol was sitting shakily on her bed imagining the look on Trip's face when she had given her true feelings about him and Emily.
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A/N: o_O… Silly sloppy T'Pol, you let yourself be seen!
Is T'Pol being too emotional, I'm not sure because I've read that Vulcans aren't supposed to be as logical as Vulcans from later series, but I don't know.
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