So it started out bitter and then ended awfully sweet. These damn two, ugh. 3

Bitter

(adjective) angry, hurt, or resentful because of one's bad experiences or a sense of unjust treatment.

"I can't believe she never told me." Jim says in disbelief, a growing anger in his tone. "How could she give birth to my kid and never tell me that I'm a father?"

"Maybe she didn't know how to reach you?" Bones asks, trying and failing to be optimistic—something that doesn't come easy to him, but for Jim, he will always try.

"No, she's always known how to get in contact with me." Jim begins to pace. "I've known her since high school; if she couldn't find me, she sure as hell could have found Winona or Sam."

"Have you checked that they do not know?" Spock asks, speaking for the first time since they heard the news.

Jim shakes his head. "Don't need to. Getting someone pregnant out of marriage is a mistake they would be sure to rub in my face."

It's quiet after his words; the bitterness and animosity he has towards his only living relatives is a sharp, sour taste in the air.

"Well, kid, what are you going to do?" Bones asks softly.

"Hell if I know." He runs his hands through his hair, tugging on the dirty blonde locks in frustration. "Shit."

The chirp of Bones' communicator going off cuts off any words he might have said; a soft curse is what sounds instead. "I have to get to Medbay." He rests his hand comfortingly on Jim's shoulder as he passes by. Once he's gone Jim goes to Spock, rests his forehead on the nape of his neck and releases a heavy sigh.

"Spock." His name is shaky on his tongue, filled with the all the emotions he won't—can't—express.

"Jim," Spock turns and presses their foreheads together, fingers gently encasing Jim's.

"What am I going to do? What are we going to do?" He asks softly, eyes fluttering shut as he breaths in Spock's calming scent.

"What do you want to do, Jim?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"He's my kid, Spock. My kid." Jim takes a deep, shuddering breath and pulls back just enough to see his face clearly. "I want—need to keep him. He's mine." The last words are a soft breath of wonder; that, combined with the emotion that is flooding through their connection, makes Spock's answer even clearer.

"Then we keep him, Jim. We raise your son as our own." Spock answers. He tastes Jim's fear, his excitement and overwhelming affection for him in their kiss, he feels it through their bond. It's a bright light that cradles them close and keeps them warm—a light that will only burn brighter with the child they will bring into their family.

Personally, I don't think having a kid outside of wedlock (gosh, that is the phrase, right?) is bad -considering my mom and dad were never married, I really don't- but I feel like in this little ficlet 'verse, that's the kind of thing his family would be dicks over, just 'cause they can.

Anywho. I love kid!fic, especially with these two, so I would look forward to another prompt fill with this little one. Especially since I already know what word to use for it, lol

Thanks for the read! Let me know what you think? :)