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When McCoy got home that day he was greeted by the warm sight of his husbands lying on the bed. Spock was calmly petting Cerberus whose loud contented trilling filled the room. Jim lay next to him watching him with a lazy smile; he loved Spock's 'fascination' with small fluffy creatures.

Not wanting to disturb the peaceful and adorable scene in front of him, but become a part of it, McCoy quickly slipped off his boots and got into the bed with them. "Sorry I'm late, darlin's. People don't stop getting hurt just because my shift ends. Though I wish they'd at least try." He laid down in between them and gave them each a kiss.

"That's okay Bones, but I think we need to seriously talk about having a baby," said Jim wrapping his arms around Bones's waist to spoon him.

"You guys haven't changed your minds, have you?"

Spock could feel McCoy's anxiety through the bond and Jim felt the doctor's heart rate rise slightly. He tightened his grip around his husband's waist to reassure him.

"We have not changed our minds, Leonard. However, there are certain logistics to work out," pointed out Spock.

Leonard nodded, trying to make himself calm down. "Well do we want to have the kid now?" he asked them.

"There is no logical reason not to have the child now," said Spock.

"Yeah, now's as good a time as any. You already are a dad, Bones, and I think Spock and I are ready to step up to the challenge of fatherhood." The Vulcan nodded in agreement.

"It's a challenge alright, but it's also the most amazing thing ever!" Bones told them.

"You certainly do have strong maternal instincts, Leonard," snarked Spock, amusement glowing in his all too human eyes.

Leonard shot him a glare and lightly punched him in the arm. "Hey now! I'm not the one who was gonna wear a dress at our wedding!"

"Speaking of maternal instincts, that brings up another important issue," said Jim.

"Indeed," said Spock. "We must decide who will carry the child."

"Well," began Bones. "I'll tell you something right now. Jim, I love you to death but there's no way in hell I am letting you carry our child."

"What? You don't want anything to mess up my perfect sexy figure?" smirked Jim.

"Well that is true, but that's not the reason. With how often you get hurt I just couldn't take that risk. If you were to get shot or attacked or fall down a cliff while you were with child… I can't even bare to think about it." The doctor shook his head.

"Leonard is right, Jim. It is simply not safe for a starship captain, especially you, to be pregnant," agreed Spock.

"Yeah and I don't think I could survive being put on bed rest," Jim shuddered at the thought of being confined to his bed for possibly months. "I've never really had any desire to be pregnant."

"So Jim's out of the question. That leaves you and me, darlin'." Bones turned in Jim's arms to face Spock. "If I'm being honest with you, I'd actually love to carry the baby," he said quietly, blushing slightly.

Neither Jim nor Spock said anything right away and Bones began to feel anxiety and reluctance seep through the bond. "What's wrong?" he asked nervously.

"You may not be the best candidate for carrying our child either," Spock said gently.

"What? Why?"

Jim spoke anxiously. "Well, it's just that you drink… and you have been known to pop a pill or two…" He winced as he felt anger bubble up from Leonard's end of the bond.

Bones harshly pulled out of Jim's embrace and sat up. "Are you calling me some sorta alcoholic drug addict!" he growled.

"No! No, not at all, Bones!" Jim tried to explain, but Leonard would hear nothing of it.

"Well it sure the hell sounds like you are!"

Spock put his hand on Leonard's shoulder. "Leonard, please calm down! You are acting irrational," he urged.

Bones couldn't decide whether he wanted to tell Spock to stop touching him or if he wanted to curl up against the Vulcan's side and cry into his chest. Instead he did neither and glared at Jim. "Sure, I drink but so do you! We're not alcoholics and I'm certainly not a prescription drug addict!"

"I never said you were," Jim reminded him, trying not to get angry. "But you've got pain killers and sleeping pills right on the bedside table and I know for a fact you can't get through the day or sleep without them!"

"I get headaches; I have a high-stress job! I've got astrophobia and I'm living on a goddam starship! And I have insomnia!" he retorted.

"But you know you won't be able to take any of that stuff or drink while you're pregnant," said Jim.

Bones jaw dropped and he stared at Jim, dumbstruck. "I'm a doctor! Of course I know that! And hell, I know it'll be hard to quit drinking and get myself off of those meds, but to think I would ever do any of that while pregnant… Why would you even think that?"

Spock took the opportunity to speak. "We know you would never do anything to harm our child, but we also know how difficult it will be for you to quit drinking and learn how to sleep naturally again. We simply thought it would be easier on you if I carried the child."

"Like I said, I know it's gonna be hard, Spock, but I'm more than willing to do it. It'll be worth every sleepless night and every headache to be able to carry our child. I've always kinda had womb envy," he admitted.

Spock pulled the now subdued Leonard into him and kissed him soundly before speaking again. "If that is what you wish, t'hy'la, Jim and I will be deeply honoured to have you carry our child. We have the utmost confidence in you."

"Thanks, Spock."

Jim sighed. "Shit, I'm sorry, Bones. I was a real jerk about that. I just didn't know how to bring it up," he apologized.

"It's okay, Jim. I understand. I kinda over reacted too. You were just trying to be a good father and husband. So… you guys really want me to carry our baby?" Bones clarified.

"Of course. We know how much this means to you," Jim told him.

"Another point in my favour is that I want this baby to have pointy ears and since I'm carrying it, you and Spock can be the biological parents. That's gonna be one damn good looking kid," mused Bones.

"And you're gonna be one damn good looking pregnant man," said Jim, kissing the doctor's nose.

"You think so?" Leonard beamed, looking down at his abdomen, imagining himself round with child.

Spock pulled the doctor into his arms. "You will be beautiful, t'hy'la."

"I can't believe it," he smiled at the ceiling contentedly. "I'm gonna be pregnant by the two sexiest men alive… I gotta go tell Christine!"

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