"Please lay down, Skylar…" Spock muttered, pushing the 2-year-old's shoulders back down on the mattress of his bed as he attempted to change her diaper
"No!" The toddler exclaimed, sitting back up and attempting to squirm away once more. Spock allowed her to this time as she carefully slid herself off the bed and ran around his quarters unclothed.
"You really are a handful." Spock said, sitting on his bed, diaper in hand as Skylar began to pull his collection of old books form their place on the shelf and toss them unceremoniously across the small living area. Spock walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her torso. Swiftly lifting his protesting daughter off the floor and gently tossing her on the bed. Using one hand on her chest to pin her down while he expertly fastened the diaper around her waist, despite her nerve-shattering screams of disproval. He managed to hold her down long enough to put on a pair of ankle-length black leggings, but could not hold her while he retrieved her dress which had been sitting across the room. He let her stand and maneuver of the bed again and watched the toddler as she screamed "No. No no no no noooooooooooooooo." and pulled off her leggings leaving them on the floor, but wisely remaining in her diaper.
Spock quickly grabbed her dress and her leggings, then managed to grab her by her arm before she escaped form his quarters. He had become well acquainted with Skylar's dislike of wearing clothes in the past months, a stage that had begun nearly the same time she began to talk coherently. She had begun to stop; usually once she was fully dressed she would remain so. The difficulty was managing to get her to the fully dressed status in the first place. He opened the bottom drawer, in which many of Skylar's clothes were kept, and searched for the outfit he usually put her in on the days she refused to get dressed.
He rather liked that outfit, as it was a mock of the red Starfleet cadet dress. The dress had, beneath the skirt, a onesie bottom with snaps, snaps that Skylar had yet to figure out how to undo. Spock sat on his bed and held his daughter firmly in his lap while he tried to dress her. He furrowed his brow and frowned as he managed to get one arm in the dress, but as soon as he got the other am in, the first was out again. He let out a small growl and snapped, "Skylar, please be still!" and in his concentration. Hadn't heard the door slide open.
"Getting frustrated, Spock?" Kirk asked, smirking.
"Daddy!" Skylar squealed. Spock let her go in her diaper to run up to Kirk, who picked her up, placing her on his hip. Spock stood and followed her, handing the dress to Kirk in his free hand.
"You do it then." Spock said in a low tone, managing to regain his calm appearance before exiting the room.
Moments later, as the science officer made his way back to the bridge, he could hear giggling of a toddler echoing through the corridor, and then Kirk's voice after her, "Skylar, get back here right now!"
Spock attempted to repress a smile, but the corner of his lip turned up anyway.
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I really need to finish my other story. Guh. Anyway, if you all are interested as to the origin of the baby, read the first couple of chapters of my story Enlightening circumstances.