I know its been a while since I've updated. I've had such bad writer's block and I'm honestly getting a bit bored with the story but I am determinded to finish it! I will not abandon this story!

"The procedure will take a few hours. We're going to have to rework all of your internal plumbing in order to make room for the baby. And we won't know if it actually worked until tomorrow. It could take a few tries before you conceive," Doctor M'Benga explained to McCoy, Kirk, and Spock.

It was weird for McCoy to be the patient instead of the doctor. He sat on a biobed with his husbands on either side of him, holding his hands comfortingly. They could clearly sense his apprehension through the bond. He gulped nervously. "I trust you, Geoff. You're a good doctor."

"Don't worry, Len, we'll take good care of you," said Christine, walking up to him with a hypo.

"I'm sure you will," he nodded.

"Here's our uh… sperm," said Jim awkwardly as he and Spock each handed M'Benga a little cup.

"Ah yes, thank you," he replied, handing them to Christine.

"I don't know how the hell you're going to make a living being out of that stuff but I'm sure glad you can," smiled Jim.

"I bet you two had some fun getting that sperm, didn't you?" Bones questioned them.

Jim pressed a kiss to the top of Leonard's head. "Aw, no need to get jealous, Bonesy," he teased.

"We're going to begin the procedure now so I'm going to have to ask you two to leave," M'Benga told Kirk and Spock.

Jim nodded and squeezed Bones's hand one more time. "Good luck, Bones. Hopefully next time I see you, you'll be pregnant."

Spock leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss onto Leonard's lips. "I love you, my t'hy'la," he said softly.

"Love you too, darlin'. Don't you two worry about me. I'll be just fine," he assured his husbands.

"We will be waiting for you when you awake," said Spock.

"And we'll always be with you, right up here," said Jim, tapping his temple.

Bones smirked at them. "Just get out of here and let them do the damn procedure already!"

The captain chuckled as he and Spock walked out of sickbay.

"God, I hope everything goes okay," said Jim as they walked through the hallways.

"It will be fine, Jim. I have confidence in our medical staff," Spock assured him. "And if anything goes wrong we will be able to feel it through the link."

"Hey, Spock, because of the link is there a possibility that if he… dies… you and I could die too?"

"That is possible, Jim. Now that we are bonded our consciousness are so closely linked that the loss of one could trigger the loss of the others. But we will hope that it does not come to that," said Spock.

Jim nodded.

"You are very tense, t'hy'la, perhaps we should do something to keep your mind off of Leonard."

Jim shook his head. "I don't feel like sex right now, Spock."

The Vulcan quirked an eyebrow. "That is a first. However, it is not what I was going to suggest. I thought we could go eat some lunch to pass the time."

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds good," said Jim, leading them to the lift to the mess hall.

Jim and Spock were at his side when Leonard slowly woke up in a biobed. "Hello, t'hy'la," said Spock softy when the doctor's eyes fluttered open.

He groaned groggily. "Ugh. Spock. Jim. Did the surgery work? Am I pregnant?"

"We won't know that until tomorrow, Len," Christine reminded him, walking up to the bed and checking her boss's readings. "But the surgery worked. You've got everything you need inside to carry a baby."

Bones placed his hand gently on his stomach and felt the scar that had not been completely regenerated yet. "Damn. There could be a baby starting inside of me…" he realized.

"Not just any baby, Bones," Jim reminded him, placing his hand on top of the doctor's. "Ours."

"Will you be coming home tonight, Leonard?" Spock wondered.

"Christine? What do you think?" Bones asked the nurse.

"You should be good to go. But you you'll have to be very careful. I wouldn't recommend that you have sex."

Bones nodded, Jim frowned. "Crap! And I had our nice 'we just made a baby' night all planned out!"

"All in good time, t'hy'la," Spock told him.

"Well can you walk, Bones, or am I gonna have to carry you to our quarters?" asked Jim.

"I think the standard procedure is a wheelchair," said Bones.

"Oh screw that!" said Jim, reaching down and scooping him out of the bed.

"Damnit, Jim," he sighed, though he was quite impressed at the ease with which Jim seemed the carry him.

By that point the crew had learned not to stare when they saw the captain carrying the doctor down the hall in a hospital gown.

Fingers crossed I get struck with inspiration and have a new chapter by next weekend. Any baby name suggestions and girl or boy?