Miska sat in a bed in the Sick Bay. She was propped up in the bed, on her PADD which rested on her heavily pregnant belly, eating snegok from a bag that Pavel held out for her. Pavel was her younger brother and this was his first niece, how he saw it, Miska could have all his snegok, a sugary, buttery treat from their homeland, she wanted, specially if his niece was enjoying it. He hand one hand holding the bag and the other on his big sister's tummy.
McCoy walked in and looked at Miska. "How far apart are the contractions?" he asked.
"Every two or three minutes," said Pavel. "Been keeping track."
McCoy nodded. "I think Spock and Miska are capable of keeping track," he said. Pavel looked sad. Was it bad he was excited? Excited to the point he was shaking?
"Everything has been smooth so far," said Spock to McCoy.
McCoy did some looking. "You are at 3 centimeters," said McCoy to Miska. "By the way, your mother-in-law is making an incoming transmission. Accept it?"
Miska nodded and a screen lowered itself in front of Miska's bed. Spock grabbed her hand as his mother appeared. "This is such a joyous moment for us," said Spock's mother, motioning towards Spock's father. "As I am sure it is for the two of you and even Pavel."
Pavel smiled and waved. Suddenly, Miska gripped Spock's hand out of pain. Using a long finger, he quieted her down and called for McCoy. The doctor pushed the screen over to Spock as he began to poke around. Patient and doctor could hear the worried 'what's going on!'s from the screen.
"You're 4 centimeters," smiled McCoy, pushing the screen back. "I'll come back in an hour and check on you."
That hour was filled with pain as Miska's contractions became harder and heavier while Pavel was taking notes as Spock's mother was remembering Vulcan lullabies and stories. Pavel looked at his big sister as she was breathing in and out. "I don't understand how you can read Wulcan," he chuckled.
"It's not a difficult language to read," said Miska as another contraction hit.
"I mean, I can't make head or tails of zis!" laughed Pavel as Miska's grabbed his collar. "Sister?"
"Get Dr. Paris...now!" she yelled through gritted teeth.
Spock stroked her cheek. "Is everything ok, T'hy'la?"
"The baby is coming!" screamed Miska. "I need to push!"
Pavel stopped at the door. "The baby!? It's coming!? Doctor! Doctor Paris!"
Pavel's world slowed down. The medics rushing to his sister, telling her to push. Everything was happening so fast. It seemed like yesterday when he walked in on Miska and Spock kissing. And now, he stood at his sister's bedside, telling her she could do it whenever Spock became fasinated with something new during Mika's labour.
And there she was as Miska fell limp and closed her eyes. A little cry pierced the ears in the room, little bloody fists shaking with each howl. Spock sat in amazement. His daughter was so fresh, so small and so beautiful. Spock's mother sat on the screen, her eyes watering. Her first grand baby. Pavel too found himself crying.