The Ultimatum.

It was the low chime from Sarek's PADD that woke him from sleep. Pulling himself up and into a seated position, he reached for the device on his bedside table and opened the notification just as his wife began to stir from the noise.

"What is it?" She groaned, still half asleep.

"I am not certain as of yet." He announced swiping the screen to open the notification. Sarek watched from his peripheral vision his wife gently turned around to face him. She rubbed her eyes from sleep and muffled a yawn before placing her hand on Sarek's thigh.

"Don't go." She whispered, her voice cracking from dehydration.

Sarek stared at the thick white IV bracelet around her arm that supplied constant fluids and nutrients to his malnourished wife. It worried him, as much as he didn't want to admit, to see his wife in such a state but even he admitted that she had been looking significantly better these days since the consistent infusions began.

However, there was something that still caused him concern. What if the infusion stopped working during the night? What if she passes out again like last time and he wouldn't be there to catch her? What is she can't-

"Sweetie?" Her voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Are you-"

"I am well, Amanda." He answered, knowing full well what she was going to ask.

"Away with the fairies." She smiled, stroking his thigh gently.

Upon taking another two point three six seconds to see the hydration fluids going through one tube and the milky white liquid going through the other Sarek calmed himself and turned his attention back to his device.

"I have received a notification from your father."

"Hm." The soft hum from her throat was something Sarek couldn't quite understand but he did sense that she was calm, but with a growing sense of concern. "Is he alright?"

"He seems in good health."

This time, the news made her smile. The first genuine smile he had seen from her in months that made Sarek reach caress her hand gently. "Good." She whispered, quickly drifting back into sleep.

As he felt the calmness and sleep return to his wife, he turned his attention back to the email below,

August 2229 07:00

From the PADD of: Herr Doctor Professor H. W. Grayson.

Ambassador Sarek,

I'm happy to hear that Amanda is feeling better.

I was able to find the recipe you have requested. See the attachment below detailing the recipe for my mother's pancakes. However, some helpful modifications, Amanda likes more vanilla than the recommended serving size – 1 tbsp more. She likes both chocolate chips and blueberries in her pancakes, but make sure they are in the same pancake, or she won't eat them.

Give her a hug for me.

Live Long and Prosper,

H

Closing the email, he removed the duvet from his legs and slowly removed himself from bed careful not to wake Amanda again. Upon grabbing his robe and slipping on his house shoes he closed the bedroom door and made his way through the corridor and to the kitchen where he began the process of making breakfast.

He didn't usually cook, he liked to leave it to the cook who usually came at eight in the morning, but Amanda had been requesting pancakes for the best part of two weeks and neither the cook nor Sarek were not well versed in human cuisine. So, after writing a quick message to the cook requesting that she not come until noon, he grabbed the pans from under the stove and placed them on the burner.

Usually, he did not think while cooking, save for safety reasons and the occasional glance at his PADD to follow the recipe. However, this morning his thoughts lay heavily on the night before.

Since becoming pregnant, sex had been the last thing on his wife's mind. But after starting her consistent infusions over a week ago, she quickly regained her strength, surprising him last night when her soft hand trailed slowly down his chest, under the duvet and into his trousers where she began to stroke him.

He had been so preoccupied that he figured that sex with her after four months would not be any different than normal but there was something about his pregnant wife that made her more… irresistible.

He remembered the taste of her soft flesh as he bit down on her neck, sucking feverishly to fulfil her command for him to 'claim her'. He worked his way down finding much to his delight that her breast had already grown by a size. Taking some soft flesh into his mouth he bit each breast with more desperation than the last as he held her wrists down on the bed.

"Thinking of something?"

Her raspy voice broke him from his thoughts. He turned to see her standing just over the kitchen threshold wearing her long, burgundy robe. Her long brown curls were still messy from sleep, and the white thick medical device on her forearm seemed to almost consume her it but nonetheless, Sarek still found her gorgeous as ever.

"You are quite away with the faeries this morning, aren't you?"

But he was transfixed at her neck. Consumed with love bites that were already black and blue, he wondered for a moment how she would be able to attend her virtual conference call for her substitute at the learning centre in twenty-four hours' time.

Don't 'love bites' darken over time?

"Sarek?"

Hearing his name properly broke him from thought.

"Everything is… as it should be, Amanda." He answered plainly. "I was simply admiring your beauty."

He turned from her and focused on stirring the batter before him, while Amanda made her way over to the stove, wrapped her arms around Sarek's waist and began to slowly rock from side to side.

"My beauty, eh?" Even Sarek could tell she didn't fully buy the excuse, "I'm not particularly beautiful in the- Are those pancakes?" Her voice a mixture of surprise and excitement. She pulled away and dipped her finger in the batter, tasting it. "How on earth did you learn how to make pancakes?"

"I messaged your father for the recipe." He responded flatly. "I hope you find them satisfactory?"

"I honestly thought I was still asleep and that was a dream." Unwrapping her arm from his waist, he watched make her way to the replicator, "and yes, I think I will be alright to eat them today. For once I do not feel very nauseous this morning. Vulcan breakfast tea, hot."

"The infusions appear to be working then, and you do not have to tell the replicator the temperature of the beverage. Vulcan breakfast tea is-"

"Meant to be hot, yes, yes."

She stood beside him, her lower back resting against the cool marble counter as she watched him focusing on the food. But it didn't take long for Sarek to become distracted again.

In his peripheral vision he could see the black-and-blue bite on her breast peeking out of the fabric of her robe.

When she glanced at him, he quickly turned his attention back to the batter, and poured a large amount of batter into the pan. She removed the mug from her lips and said her voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement,

"Are you really thinking of sex before 8 AM?"

"The events that transpired last night had me rather-."

But his words were cut short when she began to slowly push fabric concealing her shoulders down, past her breasts.

"Away with the faeries?" She finished, pausing for a moment as the fabric sat at her waist only being held up by the silk ribbon above her belly.

"No harm in that, I suppose. Just please don't burn the pancakes."

With his attention now fully on her love bite-covered breasts it took everything in him to flip the now burning pancake from the pan. She pulled the silk ribbon at her waist and let her robe open and fall to the ground.

He was silent. He was mesmerized. How was it possible for her to grow more beautiful in just one night? His eyes fixes on the curvature of her hips, and her belly that was accommodating their growing child.

She was beautiful before becoming pregnant, but now… dare he think she may have become more beautiful.

"Anyway, you were saying?" She continued, "Also that pancake looks about done."

He remained silent, his eyes firmly remained fixed on her body as she sipped the hot liquid from her mug. She flipped the pancake and upon confirming it was done, he placed it on the awaiting plate to his left.

When he caught her eye, she was smiling. Wickedly. Oh, he loved that smile.

With a little jump, she hopped onto the counter. Reaching over the stove, she picked a piece of the lone pancake and popped it into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, so good!"

That moan was all it took.

He dropped the spatula and without saying a word, he pressed his lips against hers and wrapped his arms around her naked body. As his mouth found free areas of skin around her voluptuous chest to make more bites, he noticed through their bond that she seemed to be hyper aware of the half a pancake on the other side of the stove.

Running her fingers through his hair with her free hand she reached for the other half a pancake and shoved a bite in her mouth. Sarek didn't even try to hide his audible sigh of frustration as he reluctantly turned his attention for her breast to her face. Deadpanned he asked,

"Do you wish to mate or have pancakes?"

A question that made her not only chuckle but coax a brow as she continued chewing, "Are you giving me an ultimatum between sex or food while I have a pancake in my mouth and your cock against my vagina?"

"Yes." He stated bluntly.

Without a second thought, she shoved another bite in her mouth and said with a full mouth,

"Gimme one minute."

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