It's A Beautiful Morning
Kirk walked up several corridors, speaking to each crew member that he passed, and he monitored everything that he came across. He took in every aspect of the ship. Each day, he chose a different area to survey, but always made sure to make his way to the engineering room and hear for himself how the ship was doing. This ship had become his baby and his wife at the same time. There was nothing about her that he did not love and he did not mind one bit spending quality time with her every morning, even when so many others were still asleep. After he made his usual rounds, he made his way to the bridge. None of his top picks were on the bridge yet, but he did not particularly care. He did not need much more company than the Enterprise. She looked as beautiful on this morning as she had on the first day that he met her.
Janice awoke as McCoy got ready for his day of work. She arose as he sat on the edge of the bed, tucking his pants into his boots. Janice wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered, "Good morning, Leonard." He gave her a small smile. She stroked her hands through his hair and said, "My mother keeps asking me about the man in my life... You still haven't told me what to tell her about you."
McCoy sighed and answered, "What do you think that you should tell her, Janice? You told me that you are comfortable with our current relationship, so why can't you just tell her how it is?"
Janice laughed uncomfortably and answered, "Well, Leonard... I can't tell my mother that I am sleeping with a man who has no intentions of marrying me whatsoever. She will think less of me. She's so proud of me, right now. I can't tell her that I found myself a southern gentleman, but he's against getting married because he's had a marriage to fail already. We called women like me trashy where I'm from."
"Trashy? Do you feel like I treat you trashy, Janice?" She took a bit too long to answer him. McCoy sighed again and said, "Janice, when you first told me that you were interested in me, I explained to you that I had no intention of ever remarrying and that I may not be what you wanted or needed for yourself. You told me that you would respect my decision..."
"I do respect your decision. I guess that I just thought that by now you would care enough about me for me to be more to you than... this... whatever it is." She looked down at her hands.
McCoy sighed and said, "Janice, you mean a great deal to me. Whatever this is, as you put it, is extremely important to me. I care about you and I enjoy being with you, other than when we're in bed. But, I will not get married again, Janice. I told you that, and I really don't even understand why you are pressing this issue. This is not how I want to start my day." He stood up from the bed and headed for the door.
Janice called out to him, "Leonard!" He stopped and faced her, a bit startled. She said, softly, "I am not as strong as I thought that I was. I can't continue to do this. I want more from a relationship."
He nodded his head and said, "I understand. Will you at least still consider me a friend?"
"One of the best I'll ever have." She said. He smiled, but sadly and left the room. Janice laid back down and placed her head on her pillow... his pillow, and she began to cry. She wanted to get it all out of her system before she left his room, for good.
Chekov arose in the morning to Russian music playing. He did not stop the music after he was awake. He climbed out of bed and immediately began to stretch for exercises, which he performed in his pajama bottoms. Chekov finished his exercise ritual and jumped into the shower, where he sang out loud, along with the Russian songs playing over his loud system in his quarters. Whenever Styik slept over, the songs drove him completely crazy. The child often tried to be sure to have left by the time the music began. Chekov got out of the tub and primped himself. For a male, most would say that Chekov put much more consideration into his appearance than others.
Chekov valued his hygiene, particularly, his skin. He took extra care with his skin, care that would even put some women to shame. But, he did not care what anyone thought about it. The ladies loved his skin, always commenting on how nice it was as they stroked him across his cheeks. He thought that other men could learn from his hygienic habits. He always looked nicely, and he made certain that he smelled nice at all times as well. Nyota had given him his favorite bottle of cologne, one that she said she found irresistible.
She resisted him well enough, in fact, not once since he wore it had she seemed to find him the least bit irresistible. Fortunately for him, other women did. Chekov enjoyed being "cute" and "adorable". Once, he had thought that these compliments were only fit for little boys, but the way that the women on this ship reacted to him let him know that they felt hat he was a far cry from a little boy. He got dressed and left his room. He would meet up with Sulu and have breakfast with him. Scotty would meet them at the mess hall.
Chekov spoke to a few women he passed along the hall. He enjoyed the beauty of pretty young ladies. Sometimes, he ventured to having himself a fling, but he had not gotten around to wanting any type of serious relationship. To be honest, he could not really envision himself with anyone. Well, he could realistically see himself with someone, but it was impossible, and it would have ruined their friendship.
Styik had once asked him, "You are in love with my mother, aren't you?"
Chekov had laughed and answered, "You can be a little snot, sometimes. That is no question to ask. Your mother and your father are very much in love and they will never be without each other. It would not matter one way or another, even if I was in love with her."
"Which you are." Styik observed. Chekov slapped him upside the head, playfully. Styik laughed and said, "I won't tell her."
"I am not worried about her knowing it. I am sure that some part of her must know it. I am more worried about Commander Spock."
"He wouldn't attack you unless you tried something on her. His blood would boil every time that he saw her with you, but he wouldn't do anything irrational. She values your friendship, and he does not want to interfere with it. His biggest concern as far as men on this ship is Scotty." Chekov burst into laughter.
"Montgomery Scott? Our friend Scotty? Why would he be concerned about Scott?"
"He thinks that Mr. Scott could grow to love my mother if he is around her too long."
"Well, the same thing could be said about any man. Lt. Uhura is a remarkable woman – very beautiful, smart and loving. She can take care of herself and she takes care of anyone else that she can as well. Any smart man would grow to love her in a given amount of time. Damn it. I have to stop drinking when I am babysitting you. You do not repeat a word of this conversation. It is drunk speaking."
"Yes, Pavel. By the way, you are a wonderful babysitter."
Chekov laughed to himself as he thought about Styik. That little snot. He would miss the hell out of him when the Spock family left for New Vulcan. He would miss Styik more than he would miss any of them.
Sulu did not like to do much in the morning. When he arose, he went directly to the shower, and it helped to wake him up a bit. Mornings were not his best time of day, and it took him longer than some of his friends to begin his morning right. Even after a shower, even after brushing his teeth, and sometimes, even after breakfast, he still did not feel like beginning his day. He counted on a little caffeine, and the antics of Scotty and Chekov at the breakfast table to help him get into his most capable morning mode.
He checked his morning messages, to see if he had gotten any transmissions that were in need of being received before he left his quarters. His door buzzed and he heard Chekov's voice through the intercom system at the door, "You had better be awake, Sulu. I am very hungry today and I am not going to wait long outside this door while you get yourself together."
Sulu pressed a button and announced, "Come on in, Chekov. I have to finish checking my transmissions. If I happen to get one from my mother that I don't reply to, she assumes that the ship has been destroyed." The door opened and Chekov entered the room. After several minutes, they were on their way to the mess hall to meet up with Scotty.
Scotty generally was up before most of the other morning folk were. He generally aimed to be in the engineering room when Kirk made his morning visit there. Kirk trusted Scotty's word about the condition of the ship above all others. If there was a good way to describe Scotty's relationship to the ship, as it related to Kirk, as well, Scotty was "the other man". Kirk did not seem to mind sharing her, just as long as Scotty knew who she really belonged to. Scott could have the engine room, but this ship was Kirk's. Scott loved the ship as much as Kirk, but he knew whose she was – he was simply a lovestruck engineer, dedicated to making her work right.
Scotty checked the clock and saw that it was about time for him to have breakfast with his friends. He left the control of the engine room to one of his assistants and headed for the mess hall.
Christine was in the medical bay when Dr. McCoy entered. She was seated at one of the desks checking electronic records for the patients, making certain that the previous shift had given necessary medications and seeing where she would need to begin for the day. She glanced at Dr. McCoy, a bit taken aback by the fact that he had not spoken to her. He was not generally a ray of sunshine, but the least that he would do was bid her good morning when he entered her proximity.
"Are you feeling alright today, Dr. McCoy?" She asked, looking at him with concern.
Dr. McCoy looked at her with the saddest eyes that she had seen him have in a long time and he answered, "I certainly hope that something happens today. Something... special. Something to make my day. Otherwise, no... I'm not alright, Nurse Chapel."
She nodded and said, "Well, I'll be sure to leave you to your work in peace. Let me know if you need anything." She finished her records, made her rounds in the infirmary, then left, as she generally did. She thought that if Janice had gone to the mess hall on today that she would definitely need to see a friendly face. Christine knew that look on Dr. McCoy's face probably better than anyone else in the world. It was a look of heartbreak. She felt her heart break on a day to day basis, so she could relate. She could not help but wonder what was going on with Janice. Janice adored Dr. McCoy. Him wearing the signs of heartbreak did not make much sense to the nurse.
She peeked into the mess hall and looked around for Janice, but she did not see her. Christine turned to head for Janice's quarters, but accidentally bumped into Scotty. She blushed when she did this and said, "I apologize, Mr. Scott."
Scotty asked, "And what type of problem would it be for me to have to bump into a lovely lady?"
Christine smiled at him, then asked, seemingly suddenly, "You did not happen to see Janice anywhere? I mean, Yeoman Rand?"
"Probably in the doctor's quarters." Chekov answered upon arriving. Nurse Chapel nodded her head and rushed off. Chekov looked at Scotty and said, "She is the only woman on this ship who does not like me, I mean, not even as a friend."
Nurse Chapel heard him and turned around to return to him. She said, in a very calm, but clearly upset tone, "Ensign Chekov, I have been civil with you. I have tried to be decent towards you and have even attempted to consider you a friend. You should know what those efforts got me – laughed at and talked about behind my back, and to make matters worse, you enjoy using an eight year old to taunt me. For what purpose do you and that child seek to make me uncomfortable and insecure? I can understand it coming from him, a mere boy with psychiatric problems, but what is your excuse for the way that you treat me, Ensign?" Chekov stared at her dumbfounded. She said, sternly, "When I walk away, I do not want to hear another comment about me, please." She stormed off, not believing that she had just addressed him in that manner. Sulu and Scotty could not help but laugh. The three men went into the mess hall for their morning meal.
"PMS, maybe?" Chekov asked, now that he was certain that the nurse was outside of her hearing range.
In the middle of the night, Spock had awoke to Nyota's hands in his private area. He stirred a bit, moving himself closer to her, until he was wrapped around her and he entered her from behind. This was a nice disturbance to his resting period. Nyota moaned in pleasure as Spock thrust deeply and slowly into her with one of his hands keeping her leg elevated by lifting her by her inner thigh. Lately, she had been reaching for him more and more, sometimes several times a night and still in the morning, and in the evenings, she would insist that he come into the lavatory with her and proceed to have him in there. Spock found himself delighted and uncomfortable at the same time.
He did not know why she suddenly had such an immense appetite for him, but at the same time, it was not a bad thing... aside from the amount of time it kept Styik in his small chamber or out of their quarters, altogether. It made Spock feel slightly improper to have Styik leaving so frequently, and for such a purpose, at that, but as the purpose was being met, it became difficult to focus on that aspect of it. It had taken him nearly an hour to bring her to the point she reached for him, then he wrapped his arm around her belly and she went back to sleep, until morning.
Everyday had been this way for the past twelve days. Spock and Styik would start their day by meditating with each other, and Nyota would spend that time in the mess hall, having breakfast with the guys. Whenever Styik arrived to breakfast, she would bid them farewell and rush back to she and Spock's quarters, completely ignoring the men's knowing looks and devious smiles. To hell with what they had to say. She was married and pregnant and horny, and none of their opinions or comments mattered in the face of her situation.
Spock would be expectantly waiting for her to return. When she did, fully nourished, fully rested and energized from breakfast, and lacking absolutely nothing to distract her intentions, to greet him, and he being fully prepared for her, in bodily capacity as well as mental and emotional, aware of himself from his many years of belonging to her and in a state of complacency from his meditating... they would ravish each other. It was happening everyday.
Nyota would practically pounce on Spock before the door even had the chance to close behind her upon reentering their room, and he would both dutifully, and joyously welcome her hormone driven, blatant advances. By the twelfth day of such a morning between them, since the morning after the baby shower, the new method had not become a tiring practice at all, and Spock thought to himself that he hoped she would continue such advances with him, even after her hormones subsided.
Spock quickly reached for his wife, and guided her closely to himself with his hands gently on either side of her filled womb. She leaned her head towards his and kissed him on the lips, gently, at first, then hungrily.
She had been uncomfortable about being intimate with him while shaped so... round, the first time that he had ever reached for her while she was heavy with child.
"I don't disgust you like this?" She had asked him.
"Disgust is a term that I would never use in indication towards you, Nyota," He had whispered in her ear as he slid his hands up the nightgown she had on...
Now, he reached for her with the same passionate tenacity in which he reached for her at all other times, whether big or small. Truly, this was love! She welcomed his kisses on her neck and trembled slightly when his tongue became involved in the action. "Oh, Nyota..." He moaned against her flesh, causing it to tingle and goosebumps to form. She quivered from the sensations. He never moaned her name in this way, and she would revel in the memory of it as long as her memory functioned, she was sure of it. Spock guided her to their bed, and seated her on the edge. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips as she reached for his pants.
"I want to taste you," she informed him. Spock stood up, allowing her the necessary access to him as she wanted. This act was not shared between them as much as either of them would like to have it done. Spock enjoyed the feeling it brought to him, being inside of her, in this way, the way that her mouth encompassed him in pleasure, but he did not like the way that he nearly lost control when she performed it. Knowing that it made him somewhat uncomfortable, she did not often initiate the act. Now, not only did Spock allow her to do this, but longed for it.
She used her tongue to trace the length of his swollen, tinted green member, watching it pulsate with each stroke of her mouth. She softly kissed the tip of it, then flipped her tongue near the hole. She heard him grunt and looked up at him to see his head thrown back. She smiled against the tip of his penis, then suctioned it into her mouth, whole. He gasped and reached for her head. He placed his hands on the sides of her face, but did not urge her. He wanted her to please him in her own capacity... which was indescribably effective and of the utmost enjoyment. As she went forward and back, absorbing her husband's flavor, he began to meld with her. She had to feel this. He would never be able to describe a feeling such as this one, and he wanted to share it with her.
When the sensations that she was causing within Spock from sucking on the member she considered hers and hers alone, she began to pant, ferociously. She could hardly believe how mad she sounded. Was this animalistic sound actually coming from her? It was, she realized. She would never understand how he seemed to control himself so much when feelings like his were inside of him. She reached her hand to squeeze his shaft as she more eagerly sucked on him. From what she could feel through the meld, Spock was approaching an orgasm. He was almost going to explode, but though he did not, she found herself doing so, and his part fell from her mouth as she did. She fell back unto the bed, quivering.
Spock began to undress her as she breathily said, "You did not let me finish you."
"You still have time to do so, Nyota." He laid next to her naked body and pulled her on top of him. "I did not want you to ingest any semen." He stroked a hand down the length of her swollen belly and added, "I certainly do not wish to pass such a thing into..."
"Stop there." She told him. the thought of it began to make her feel a little nauseous, and that was hardly the feeling that she wanted right now. "I know what you mean." She told him. The baby would receive whatever she ate, so of course, it was logical for him to not want to let loose in her mouth. She did not let him know that as soon as that baby was free and she could do it without such a worry that she was going to make him squeal. She decided to keep that plan to herself for the moment. It would be a nice surprise in a few months.
"Inside of you, here, however..." He said as he gently pushed himself into her womanly paradise. She now gasped, a long deep gasp.
Since she had been this size, certain positions were not possible for them to come together in. Of the ones which were, this was Spock's favorite. He loved looking up at her as he laid down, with her moving her hips so beautifully in harmony with his own, making him more and more proud to be hers with every grind. He thrust gently inside of her, careful not to disrupt her uterus. He still held some nervousness about these actions in her condition, but he wanted her... he even believed that he wanted her even more when she was carrying his child.
Before, he had been inside of his friend, his lover, his wife. Now, she was all of those things AND the mother of his child. Just thinking of how much she was to him made him burn with desire for her. Not everyone could have all of these things in one person, and he did. He had been fortunate enough to obtain her in this way, and now she was all his, and his alone. He clenched her waist and deepened his thrusts a bit, but tried to remain gentle. Nyota, however, having felt teased and denied by the previous thrusts began to gyrate wildly against him. Spock groaned. This felt too good. He was going to lose control of himself if she did not slow down. And by lose control, he was going to dismiss that she needed to be handled delicately, and he was going to ravage her with every ounce of passion that his Vulcan heart could produce.
Spock reached for her breasts and she placed her hands over his, on them. He held her breasts and she held his hands as her moans grew in volume and the thrusts grew in both speed and depth. Spock was losing himself inside of her body. His breath grew more difficult to control and he began to moan in a way that she had not heard him moaning since their first time. His hands traced down the sides of the width of her abdominal area and he stopped the exploration of his hands at her buttocks. He clenched her by her cheeks and began to thrust wildly inside of her, grunting her name as he did.
Nyota leaned back on her hands for better support as she paused her own movements to rest while he thrust fully and forcefully into her. He felt her about to release. She did not have much longer. He wanted to prolong the act, but he knew that she could not hold back in the way that he could. He was going to send her over the edge, and he wanted it to be fierce. He wanted her orgasm to flow over his flesh as he traced his hands back up her body and settled them on her head again, to allow her the feeling of himself inside of her. That was enough. It brought her exactly where she wanted to be...nirvana.
She felt the heat of her fluids burst forth from her and she laughed hysterically, something that she could not control after some orgasms. Then, she felt another fluid flow out of her, far more fluid and far more freely. She looked at Spock's face and he startled at the fluid flushing over his body. "Nyota?..."
"My water just broke!" She exclaimed.
Spock slid her off of him and immediately got up. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, which he used to dry himself off. She grabbed a bathrobe and draped it around herself while Spock quickly began to get dressed. She glanced at the bed, then looked at him with a frightened look. Spock looked back at her and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Embarrassed. Confused. Afraid."
"You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, Nyota. You realize that I certainly would not judge you, especially for something that you had absolutely no control over. Fear is probably natural in this setting, however, hopefully very soon that shall pass."
"I also said confused."
"It is not confusing that this could happen with me... behaving the way that I was with you."
"But, we've been... I'm confused that this is happening seven weeks early. Dr. McCoy said it might be early, but... what if there is a problem?"
"Did you not ask me not to speak in such a way?" She nodded her head as he stood up from strapping his boots. "Do you need me to carry you?"
"I believe that I can walk. Well, I still seem to be dripping some. Maybe we can get them to bring me in a chair?"
When Dr. McCoy got the call over the intercom from Spock he nearly began running, "Where the hell is Chapel?" The woman rushed over to him from behind a patient's curtain. "Get the chair. Uhura's going into labor!" The woman could not hide her excitement as she rushed off to collect the lieutenant. Dr. McCoy rushed back to his intercom and spoke to the bridge, "McCoy to Captain Kirk."
"Kirk here."
"Chapel's getting the wheelchair to bring in Lt. Uhura. Our kid's on the way."
"Hot damn! I'll be there in a minute. Sulu, you have the comm." He said, before releasing the button on the intercom and fleeing off the bridge. Chekov quickly followed him. Kirk looked at him, about to question him about leaving the bridge, but instead said, "They'll call if they need you." The two of them raced towards the medical bay like young boys in the summer.
Before she even reached medical bay, Uhura began contractions. the first one hit her like nothing she ever thought she would ever have to imagine, "Fucking hell!" She screamed, causing both Spock and Nurse Chapel to look at her, shocked.
Nurse Chapel looked at Spock and said, "Probably contractions." He nodded his head. From what he read, it was a painful event. Nyota never used such language under other circumstances. When she became extremely angry, she would resort to certain language, but he had not heard her use that particular word and it sounded absolutely terrible coming from her mouth. "Where is my son? Make sure that he gets contacted. He can't be left out." She said, trying to catch her breath. Spock paused at the nearest intercom and said over the system, "Styik to medical bay, at once please. Styik to medical bay." He knew that Styik would probably be in the engineering room, or in the training room. Either way, he was not a great distance away from medical bay.
Four hours. She thought that she might die from the pain, but when Dr. McCoy tried to give her something, she utterly refused. She wanted to see his face. She had to see him, to experience him. She had to know that this time, he would be there, that she would have a child at the end of all of this... and she did. All of the nights spent in miserable hot sweating, all of the times that she had only just made it to the bathroom to pee, all of the dry heaving at the worse moments, like when she needed to translate a transmission, all of the nausea when she just wanted to sleep a bit longer, the disturbingly painful nipples, the rage and sorrow and every problem inflicted upon her not so flawless anymore body all had become things that she would gladly endure again for this type of reward: the gift of new life.
She looked upon her son, forgetting the pain and the heat nearly automatically, although her body seemed to realize that it was out of breath, and she spoke, although she could not catch her breath very well. In Swahili, in a soft, weak voice, she cooed, "Oh, God. You are so beautiful." In Federation Standard, she said, "Good morning, Starshine. Welcome to life." Then, in Vulcan, she said, "Welcome to life, my worthy son." She went on, speaking to him, until Spock held up a glass of water to her mouth and she took a drink of it. She had needed it, but did not realize until she began drinking it. Spock placed the water aside, climbed onto the bed beside her and put one of his arms around her.
Despite the fact that a group of people were present, including Chekov recording the entire process, Spock kissed Nyota on the temple of her head and said against her face, in Vulcan, "He is beautiful. He looks exactly like you. Thank you. You have given me a son."
He kissed her again and she laid her head against him and responded in Vulcan, "You have given me a son."
Spock looked around the group of people and noticed that he did not see Styik. He asked, no one in particular, "Where is my older son?" No one answered and Spock called out, "Styik?" Styik peeked at them from behind Chekov, and Chekov moved to allow him access to his parents. Spock slightly smiled at him and reached his free arm out to the boy, which made Christine have to turn away for fear of being seen crying at how sweet a moment this was.
Spock helped Styik onto the bed as he asked, "Would you like to see your new brother?" Styik climbed onto Spock's lap and looked at the baby. He did not wish to speak with so many of the others there. He did not even understand why they were all there. Kirk, Chekov, Janice... they had no reason to be present. And truly, now that the child was here safely, McCoy and Chapel did not have to be either, but they were all still there, watching them.
Styik touched Spock's hand and told him mentally, "He looks like mother. He has skin like pure gold. He even seems to glow. You have done well to create him, Guardian. Have you named him yet?"
"No, we have not." Spock replied to Styik
Styik told Spock, "I like the name Sytar. I put a lot of thought into it, but I certainly understand if you do not wish to use my suggestion."
Spock spoke aloud, but in Vulcan, for Nyota to hear him, "You wish for us to name him Sytar, after the Vulcan philosopher who became a martyr for logic in the early days of Surak. That is a most impressive suggestion, Styik. Nyota, does that name sound well to you?"
She smiled at the baby and said, in Federation Standard, "Sytar is a very nice name, Styik. It reminds me of "star"."
"Sytar it is." Spock said, in Federation Standard, as well.
The crowd looked around at each other. McCoy said to Nurse Chapel, "Get Sytar's legal records prepared." He turned to the others and said, "the rest of you, get out of here. The important part to us is over. The more important parts to them should be kept within them."
Kirk rolled his eyes and said, "If you think that I am leaving this room before I have the chance to say hello to my new godbaby, you are a madman, not a doctor." Chekov nodded his head, holding the recorder at Dr. McCoy.
McCoy grimaced and said, "Damn it, Jim. Make it snappy. You too, Chekov. Our girl needs her rest and she wants some solitude with her family, I'm sure."
"Oh, McCoy! You know that you're all our family." Uhura told him, which caused him to smile greatly.
When Kirk and Chekov went to greet the baby, Janice turned to leave the infirmary, but McCoy caught up with her, "Janice," he called out. She sighed and turned to face him. "I'd like to talk to you about our discussion earlier."
"Don't make it any harder for me, Leonard."
"No, I wanted to say that I could consider it. I mean... I never really wanted to get married again after that entire thing with the ex, but damn it, if a Vulcan can get married and have a happy family, why the hell can't I?" Janice looked confused. She was not sure of exactly what McCoy was saying to her. He explained, "I can not promise that I will be able to decide to get married, but I will be willing to consider it. I know that is not what you wanted, exactly, but I do need a bit of time to think it over, and looking at them and how much joy that little boy brought them today, I have to tell you, Janice, I am leaning towards yes."
She smiled, a small smile at him and said, "Well, until then, I'll be around, Leonard." She gave him a hug and left the room.
Shortly afterwards, Kirk and Chekov left the room too. When they did, Styik asked Spock, "You are seriously considering allowing me to name your son?"
Spock replied, "Styik you have already seriously, officially named your brother." Styik smiled at Spock and said, "I am most honored to have been given the opportunity to do so, Guardian Spock."
Spock flinched a bit and he said, "Styik, now that Sytar is born, I do not believe that you should refer to me as "Guardian" any longer. You will have a brother to help guide and he will learn his ways from both myself and from you. I wish for him to consider you his brother, and your usage of the word will indicate to him, sooner or later that you are not his brother, but someone who was taken in by his parents."
"I am someone who was taken in by his parents."
Nyota corrected, "You are someone who shares his parents with him."
Spock said, "Styik, in Vulcan culture, it is a great honor for a male to give his son a proper name. If a male should allow another to name his son, the one who named his son is thought to be the one soul in that male's life who he trusts enough with the honor of his family name and with the future of his family. Generally, the only person that a Vulcan extends such an honor to is his father, or his firstborn son. You are not my son, by blood; but I have given you the honor of naming my son, as though you are my own firstborn son."
"I take great honor in this. I am aware of the old belief. I am proud to be called your son, and I shall call you my father, from this day on." Spock and Styik smiled at each other, and Nyota handed the baby off to Spock, for him to hold him. The four of them set in the bed until McCoy informed Spock that there were things that needed to be done, for Uhura's own good. Spock understood.
He turned to Styik and said, "While I am at work..."
"I will take care of the family." Styik finished his sentence, then gave him a hug. Spock could hardly return the hug, for holding Sytar in his arms, but he pressed his forehead to Styik's affectionately, then gave his son over to Nurse Chapel, and left the infirmary.
When he went through the halls, everyone kept congratulating him, and expressing their joy of the fact that his son was born healthy. By the time he actually made it to the bridge, Chekov turned to look at Kirk and Kirk said to him, "I told you that he would be here today!"
Chekov looked at Lt. Hawkins and said, "Unbiased witness, please?"
Lt. Hawkins said to Kirk, "I heard you say that Spock better not be here today and then Ensign Chekov said, "I would be willing to bet that he would not miss a day of work, even on today." I mean, I could have heard wrong, but that's what I heard."
Kirk shook his head and said, "I did not realize how much of a nosy meddler you are, Hawkins. Mr. Spock, get over here." Spock reported to the captain's chair with his hands behind his back. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here, Captain."
"What are you doing here, today?"
"My answer remains the same, Captain."
"Shouldn't you be making arrangements for your family's departure, and maybe, I don't know, ogling over your new son and assisting the wife in her recovery mode?"
"I have every intention of making the necessary arrangements for my family, and for the moment, my son is taking care of his mother and his brother." Spock could hardly keep himself from grinning at the statement.
Kirk enjoyed seeing his friend so happy, even if his version of happy was one of the most unhappy looking happiest that he ever thought that he would see. Kirk tilted his head as something popped into his mind and asked, "So, what were you doing when she went into labor?"
Chekov immediately began to snicker, but tried to hide it. Kirk looked over at him and Chekov waved a hand, "Sorry, Keptin." He offered, unable to hold back his snickering. Captain Kirk looked at Spock with a look of realization on his face and said, "Know what, Spock, never mind. I mean, I don't require an answer to my question."
Spock leaned closer to the chair and said, "I believe that you already know the answer to the question." Now, Chekov burst into laughter and Kirk could not help from laughing as well. Spock walked away from the chair and went into his science station, where Kirk could have sworn, but thought it must have been his imagination, although it appeared to be - he could have sworn that he saw a broad smile from the Vulcan's profile... but when Spock glanced at the captain again, there was not a single trace of one. Maybe Kirk was mistaken.
Spock turned back to his science station and began to work, hoping that no one had witnessed his accidental slip. As uncomfortable as that smile had been for him, it had come completely naturally to him.