~Finally, the last two chapters. Yey! Thanks to all who have waited patiently and kept reading. Thanks to all who've commented, it's nice to know what you think. And finally, thanks to Atana71 for taking time to give her wonderful insights on this fic, you rock!

~the next two chapters are unbetaed, so all mistakes are all mine ;-) Just didn't want to wait to get these up, once I'm back at work and inundated who knows when I'd have time…

Translations:

~K'hat'n'dlawa, t'nash-veh: Half of my heart and soul, you are mine.

~Ha, ek'wak, k'diwa: Yes, forever, beloved

It had been close to nine months since they had sent the container to the outside world. Nyota had held her breath for the first six. Then, before she realized it, she just eased back into their regular life. A life she had come to love. It was simple, easy, stress free. She and Spock would eat, swim, work, although work didn't quite seem the right word for it. They would make love and make love again.

She had always believed she needed stimulus in her life, to learn, to interact, to move forward. To compete. To prove herself, to be the best, striving, succeeding, always first. Now, she rose in the morning when her eyes opened. She would meander into their kitchen, make tea, sit on the porch and wait until her husband would come and coerce her into joining him in whatever activities he had planned for the day. And everyday, she fell more in love with him. Her Spock.

One day she woke up and smiled. She went to her calendar and bit her lower lip. She counted backwards, once then twice, then once more for good measure. Her smile widened and she floated into the kitchen to get breakfast started.

"Nyota?" Spock looked over at his mate as they shared the first meal.

"Hmm?" She laid her fork down and smiled.

"What is on your mind? You seem to be preoccupied."

"You could've just looked." She shrugged. Since they bonded, she was used to the feeling of him in the periphery of her mind. But he had promised her he would never invade her privacy without her knowledge. Nyota had just laughed and told him he had unlimited access to every aspect of her body and that included her mind. Still, he never read her unless they were making love. And then he read her like a book.

"I do not do that. Just talk to me." He leaned forward. She rose from her chair and went to stand by his side, taking his hand in hers she laid it upon her still flat abdomen.

"Do you feel anything?" Her voice was hushed. Spock inhaled and looked up at his mate. He did feel something. Life. The spark was new, no more than a few weeks from conception, but life none-the-less. Life that he and his mate had created. Life that was precious, but a life that could endanger his wife.

"How do you feel?" His face was solemn and laughter bubbled forth from Nyota's throat.

"Is that all you have to say?" Her voice filled with joy.

"My love, I feel the spark…you carry my growing seed. But this child is a quarter Vulcan. His, or her, blood may endanger you. We must take this into consideration…"

"Spock! The fact that I was able to conceive without any sort of genetic treatment is a miracle. That we are here, in this place…this is a miracle. This child, my pregnancy, it is meant to be." She took his face in her hands. "Don't doubt destiny."

"Nyota, destiny is not a logical…"

"Stop! We will have this child. Hopefully before Star Fleet arrives. But if not, we'll have this child in their world. And there isn't a thing they can do about it." She took a calming breath. "We are going to be parents and I expect you to feel complete and absolute happiness."

"Nyota, that world you speak of, it is our world, too. And you have already given me complete and absolute happiness. This child, our child is…gravy." The corners of this mouth lifted as he repeated her words and his eyes shone as he capitulated to her elation.

Nyota threw her head back and laughed with joy.

Spock fought back the worry, the cold fear he felt at the possibility of endangering her life but shielded his thoughts from her, not wanting her to feel his concerns.

She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I know, sweetheart, I do know. But together we can do anything."

Spock allowed a sigh of relief as he studied his wife's blood. He had developed a serum of to nourish their child and another to keep the copper in Nyota's system from poisoning her. Although their child was merely eight weeks old Nyota had begun to feel the effects of the cooper base blood their child carried for the past two weeks. Spock had voiced his concern at the time, his worry that he would be unable to keep the fetus properly nourished and keep his wife healthy.

Nyota merely laughed. "Spock, you're a genius so I have complete faith that you will be able take care of your wife and your child."

He wasn't as sure as his wife and actually found himself praying to Nyota's deity that they be rescued soon and then almost scoffed at himself for his illogical sentimentality. But if it made any difference to Nyota and their baby, he would gladly sell his soul to the devil she spoke of.

Nyota could feel his concern, his worry as an almost tangible thing as their bond strengthened daily and endeavored to ease his concerns. Still, she rejoiced in their love and found the intermingling of their essence a sensation she could never have imagined. She often found herself wondering how anyone would want to live without such a deep connection. Looking over at her mate, she sighed, wanting to take his anxiety away.

"Sweetheart, please. I'm doing fine. Each week I feel better and I know our baby does, too." She smiled at him as she reached out to wrap his braid around her fingers. "Don't worry so. Everything you're doing is working."

"As your blood work will attest to." He shook his head and pulled her hand into his. "And worry is an illogical emotion."

"Um hmm, and as you can't lie to me and as you haven't denied it, I know you're concerned. But I'm fine. The baby's fine. And we will continue to be fine." She laid his hand on her barely perceptible stomach. "Can't you feel him?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I do. My concern is in regards to your body's ability to filter the toxins as our child grows and demands more of you."

"I have complete faith in you and in me to safely nurture this baby. So, you can relax." She reached over and pulled him towards her. "Now take me to bed and make love to me."

"Nyota, I am not sure of the wisdom…"

Nyota chuckled. "I'm not made of glass. My body needs what it needs and I need you. I'm only two months along, Spock; I can't imagine either of us going without for the next year." She rubbed against him and placed her fingers on his face. "I was only tired, baby, and your treatments are taking care of that. And besides, I'm not sick. Just pregnant."

Spock groaned and lifted her into his arms, kissing her deeply as he made his way into their room. He laid her on their bed and looked down at her. In the almost two years and a half that they had been on Eden, she had blossomed. Not just physically, but emotionally, as well. The nervous, needy girl had become a self-sufficient, capable woman. A woman who was not with him out of need, but out of desire. Out of love. And everyday it still amazed him. The fact that she chose him.

Nyota chuckled. "Silly. I chose you long before we came to Eden. I was just lucky enough to have you all to myself to show you just how much I wanted you. Without your Star Fleet decorum and the censure of the Academy, that is."

"Are you always so aware of my thoughts?" He gave her a lazy smile before pulling his shirt over his head. Nyota softly moaned at the sight of his muscled torso.

"I don't know. I suppose I'm as aware of you as you are of me." She reached out and pulled at the tie that held his pants up. Spock pushed them down his hips and let them fall to the floor, his need for his wife painfully apparent.

"God, Spock, you are so beautiful." She sat up in bed and looked at her lover's perfect form.

"As are you, my love." He knelt before her and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head along with the tee shirt she wore under, freeing her breasts for his perusal. "You are beautiful and delicious."

He leaned forward and took her hardened nipple between his teeth, lightly biting down, her need invading his senses and heightening his pleasure. "Nyota. K'hat'n'dlawa, t'nash-veh."

Nyota moaned and whispered into his ear. "Ha, ek'wak, k'diwa."

Nyota dug deeper into Spock as she tried to go back to sleep. Something wasn't right, the air, it felt…she pulled his arms tighter around her and laid her hands over his on her barely there baby bump.

"Nyota? Are you fully awake?" Spock whispered in her ear.

"Umm hmm. I can't get back to sleep." She leaned over and looked at him. "Do you feel it?"

"Indeed." He got up from their bed and looked down at her. "Get dressed as soon as you can and come outside." He pulled on his pants and shirt before pushing his feet into his shoes. Reaching for his band, he pulled his hair back.

"Spock? Are they here?" There was a small furrow on her brow. She was mid way into her third month of pregnancy and according to Spock's readings the baby's growth seemed closer to that of a Vulcan child. Meaning she wouldn't really begin to show until her sixth or seventh month. At first she was upset that she would have such a long gestation. But now, with the appearance of Star Fleet, she decided it was a very good thing.

"I believe so, k'diwa." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. "Do not worry, you will always have me and we will always have our child."

Nyota smiled up at him and nodded. "Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes." She paused and called out to him.

"Spock, we won't tell them of the baby?" Her eyes begging for his agreement.

He turned to her and nodded. "I had no intention of doing so, k'diwa."

Spock looked up at the skies. The aurora was still there, however there was a clear path through the clouds and a small ship was headed towards them. He was confused by his warring emotions. Logically, this was certainly the best scenario. The idea of someday dying and leaving his wife and child, perhaps children, alone was unacceptable. But the thought that he now had to share his relationship with others…

"They will soon be here, Nyota." He alerted his wife.