Hey guys, it's good to be back! I've been a little in the rough with my Sarek/Amanda stuff, mostly because over spring break I delved back into the realm of Sherlock Holmes. Hehe. We're really close to the end of the alphabet, though, and you may expect something Victorian later in the future. I'll try to update best I can, and for now, enjoy!
The labor had been strenuous, but once he saw her laying in the sweaty sheets, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy with weariness, he couldn't have been more proud of the woman he called his wife. Their small son lay swaddled in her arms, his eyes firmly shut and his little fists clutching at her hair. He sat down on the bed next to them and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. She smiled up at him, her eyes bright with what she called tears of joy.
"My little Spock," she spoke, and as if on instinct, the small baby in her arms opened his eyes at her. He gurgled, at pulled at her hair again. His dark eyes peered at her, gleaming and curious, and then moved to the man next to her. Sarek smiled down at his son, and traced a finger against the small, pointed ears that mimicked his own.
"My little Spock."