When I first started writing fanfic I promised myself I would never abandon a story. Now, I know its been like 3 months since I updated this and I'm really sorry about that, but today I decided I would finish this story for real. So here you go, the long awaited conclusion to the What About Blank Is Fun To You?series. Enjoy...

Approximately nine months later…

It was just like any other morning aboard the starship Enterprise for Doctor McCoy, except for the fact that he was too pregnant to go into work. Sure, it had been nice to get some time off at first, but he was starting to get a little bored and anxious to see his baby.

"Good morning, sunshine," smirked Jim as he walked into the bedroom to say goodbye to his pregnant husband for the day.

"Shut up, Jim," he grumbled sleepily.

The captain just chuckled and laid down on the bed next to him. "You know, Spock and I have a few more minutes before our shift starts. And I'm sure everyone would understand if we were late because we were taking care of you." He grabbed the doctor's hand and began to kiss it and rub it suggestively.

"Oh come on, Jim. You couldn't possibly want me like this. I'm as big as a planet," said Bones.

"No, Bones. You're beautiful. That's not a planet in there. That's our baby. Yours, mine, and Spock's baby," said Jim, kissing his husband's round belly tenderly.

"Jim is right, Leonard," said Spock, stepping into the room. "You are just as beautiful to us now as you have ever been. If not more so."

Leonard smiled. "Just get over here, you green blooded hobgoblin."

Spock quietly acquiesced and join his husbands in their bed. Soon, Jim and Spock were both lavishing McCoy with kisses all over and the doctor was writhing between them.

"Ow!" he suddenly called out, shattering the moment.

"I'm sorry, Bonesy, I didn't mean to bite that hard," said Jim.

"No, it's not you goddammit! It's the baby! I think it's time!" cried Leonard, clutching at his stomach as he was hit with more labour pains.

"Oh! Oh God!" exclaimed Jim, suddenly freaking out. "Spock! We can't do this! We can't have a baby! Bones, can't you just keep it in there forever? !"

"No!" the doctor growled.

"Remain calm, Jim. Your stress will transfer to Leonard and the baby," Spock advised him. Jim tried to stop himself from hyperventilating. "We must get you to sick bay, t'hy'la," said Spock as he scooped Leonard up into his arms and quickly carried him out into the corridor. Jim followed close behind.

"Out of the way!" Jim called out as they made their way to sick bay. "We're having a baby!"

One C-section later, Bones, Jim, Spock, and baby Amanda T'Stolik Spencer Kirk-McCoy of Vulcan were all laying together happily in sickbay. It had been an exhausting day and all four of them were very nearly asleep.

Suddenly, Jim realized something and fought through his stupor so that he could tell Bones. "Hey… hey, Bonesy," he said softly, running a hand through his husband's hair to wake him.

"What?" murmured the doctor, still half asleep.

"I just realized something," said Jim.

McCoy opened one eye to look at his husband. "What?" he repeated.

"You're kinda like a seahorse."

It took a moment for the meaning of the seemingly random sentence to click. "What the… Oh goddammit, Jim!"

The captain just laughed.

I know that was short but did you like it? I've been severly review deprived lately since only one person is reviewing my Lost in Space story, so reviews will make me very happy indeed! :)