Uhura paced back and forth in hers and Spock's quarters as she waited for him to return. She'd been building up to telling him for just over a week now since she determined why she'd been feeling so sick.
She wasn't completely sure how he'd react. She thought he'd be excited, but given they were only halfway through a five-year-no-early-returns mission, there was a good chance he'd be a little freaked out (as she was).
The door opened and Spock walked inside, giving a small, rare smile when he saw her.
"Nyota," he greeted.
She crossed to him without a word and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Nyota?" he sounded concerned now, "Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine," she said, "I have some news for you."
She pulled back and took his hand, leading him over to sit on the edge of their bed. She held both his hands in hers, playing with his fingers.
"Nyota," Spock pulled one of his hands free and tilted her chin up so she was looking at him. "Whatever you are feeling, you can tell me."
Nyota took a deep breath.
"Spock, I'm pregnant," she said.
"You…" he paused, "You are with child?"
"Yes," she nodded, and his eyes darted from her face down to her abdomen.
"I don't know exactly how far along," she said, "I'll have to go see McCoy to find out, but my best guess is between 6-8 weeks."
He thought back and remembered a wonderful night of celebrations after a successful negotiation with an alien race. They had celebrated with the crew for a time before he and Nyota retired for their own, private, celebration.
"I see," he nodded. Her assessment made perfect sense.
"Spock, can you tell me what you're thinking?" Uhura asked, "Or what you're feeling?"
One of Spock's hands drifted down to hover over her abdomen, but he didn't touch her.
She laid her hand over his and pressed his hand forward, so it covered her still flat stomach.
"You are with child," he repeated, "We are going to have a baby." He was smiling softly and Uhura knew very few people got to see this less serious side of him.
"Yeah, we are," she smiled too, "You're going to be a father."
His eyes widened ever so slightly at the implication of those words.
"We have another two and a half years on this mission," he said.
"We'll have some decisions to make," she nodded.
"Yes," he agreed, "Though I suppose that can wait until tomorrow."
"What do you want to do today?" she asked.
He looked back up at her face and leaned forward, pressing their lips together.
"I love you Nyota," he said quietly.
"I love you too Spock," she smiled.
"And I will love our child," Spock promised, "I will keep him or her safe. They will know it is okay to be both logical and feel emotions. Whatever they feel, whatever choices they make, Nyota, I will love them."
Uhura felt tears gathering in her eyes as any nervousness she felt about Spock's reaction left.
She kissed him again before wrapping her around him and holding him tight.
"You're going to be a wonderful father."
"And you shall be an amazing mother."
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