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AN: Sorry to have another baby theme with McCoy, but this plot was going around and around in my head.

A touch of M rating in this one

Dr Len McCoy and T'Sai T'Shira: designated clan K'st Kau- K'ril es chan

Earth date late December 2277, en route to Rok-kahr Birthing Centre, New Vulcan

Italics for the Vulcan language

Bold type for telepathic communication

Ever since McCoy heard the news, he refused to believe the ancient Vulcan gods, the ghost of Surak or his katra was not punishing him for the times he won any logic v emotion discussions he used to have with Spock. Why else was he flying a shuttle with his pregnant wife and his not one, not two but three expectant offspring waiting to be delivered?

When T'Shira told him they were going to be parents again he was more than happy to have another little one for his son to play with. Skari Kirk McCoy was three years old, the spitting image of his father even with Vulcan ears, and ever since he could talk asked his parents when they were going to bring home a sa-kai or a ko-kai. As much as he loved his big sister Joanna, she served in Starfleet, she only came home on the weekends being assigned a few thousand miles away at the Starfleet base in Han-Shir Uzhua. Thankfully she was now home to look after her younger brother.

"How you feeling darlin?" McCoy asked his wife.

The babies were overdue, no one not even McCoy expected them to be full-term since it was a hybrid pregnancy but it seemed the little darlings were determined not to tick all the 'normal' boxes.

"I am controlling the discomfort adun."

"You don't have to control any discomfort babe, just let me give you a hypo.."

"Please Leonard this is my request, you said you would honour our ways."

"I know honey, but I want to do something more than just watch you 'controlling the discomfort'.

T'Shira activated the autopilot from her seat, McCoy wondered what she was going to do.

"There is an ancient method used to calm expectant parents. My clan matriarch recommended its usefulness with Terran husbands."

"What's that, a mind meld?" He had no objections to them since being married to T'Shira, discovering they enhanced their sex life was a bonus he enjoyed.

"This will affect your mind and other parts."

T'Shira arose from her seat. Despite being heavily pregnant, Vulcan woman seemed to glide rather than waddle near the end of their pregnancy. She knelt down in front of her husband.

"Shira, baby, what you doing?" McCoy attempted to lift her up but of course could not move her. Enhanced strength was another side effect with Vulcan gestations. T'Shira activated the safety harness, restricting her husband's movements.

"Be still kid'wa,"

She felt his lok harden as she stroked him, she ignored his feeble protestations as she opened the flap of his pants. She could tell through the bond he had no real objections, but his illogical human guilt was kicking in.

"This will not be a one sided experience," T'Shira assured him as she captured him in her mouth.

"Oh fuck," McCoy moaned in reply.

"That is my intention" was his wife's response.

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The birthing room assigned to the McCoys was prepared and ready for their use. Traditionally Vulcan births took place in family caves, but since the Va Pak changes were made. Most clans had designated caves on their compounds but McCoy strongly objected to his three babies being born that way. As much as he claimed to be 'just a traditional country doctor' when it came to his family he put all his faith in modern medicine. He was not taking any chances, even if his Vulcan clan had one of the best xeno-obstetricians on the planet, Healer T'Ynise.

The healer, a midwife and McCoy were prepped for the birth, they all hoped they would not need to perform surgery. So far things were going well. T'Shira was in labour but one could not tell from the way she walked around the room calmly inhaling the Vulcan incense. Her husband jokingly asked if they was any weed in the bowl. His 'cousin' understanding the cultural reference dead panned in reply that it was chocolate and cinnamon essence. The midwife, a human intern who wanted to specialise in Vulcan medicine joined in the laughter with McCoy. The joke was not lost on him either since his bondmate was Vulcan.

"It is time" spoke T'Shira. She did not need the help but she allowed her husband to lead her to the birthing stool and sit her down.

McCoy's excitement increased, he'd told his wife and son not to tell him what she was carrying. He wanted to be surprised. When Skari was due he knew what he was having since his wife was under his care at the time. He did not trust anyone else on the island to deal with her pregnancy.

He suspected even she grew impatient with his constant fussing since this time one of the first things she said after telling him she was pregnant was. "T'Ynise will oversee the pregnancy, the babies will be born on New Vulcan." Since she spoke in her 'There will be no discussion, unless you no longer desire to share a bed," voice, he agreed.

He knelt down next to her and placed her hands on his face. He may not be overseeing the birth but he wanted to experience as much as he could. Through the marital bond he could feel the 'discomfort'. God almighty it was painful, he felt as if he was passing a large melon through his behind. All of a sudden the feeling stopped as he felt his adun'a calm him through the bond.

"No baby don't worry about me, let me feel all of it, please darlin,"

"It is taking much effort to deal with your discomfort as well as mine adun."

McCoy released his face from her hand he did not want to cause his wife any more distress. He placed his gloved hand in her own.

"Let's do this the human way, you can squeeze my hand when you feel the pain ok darling?"

"And if I shatter your bones with my strength?"

"I'll take it as punishment for knocking you up, it's a human tradition."

T'Shira lips quirked as she mentally replied, "The process of 'knocking up' was most pleasurable Leonard."

McCoy kissed her hand, "Any time sweetheart, gotta do my duty as your husband."

T'Shira took a deep breath and let it out, "Adun, prepare to meet your daughters."

"What? Girls? Three girls! Oh my…."

Tears ran down his face as the first of his three daughters took their place in the world. They all came out head first, covered in green blood, a pinkish, honey, green tinge to their skin. It was too early to determine which parents features dominated but the Vulcan ears and eyebrows could not be denied.

T'Ynise announced the time and date of births for the record. She then looked at her kinsmen and smiled. "Do you know the earth date?"

McCoy was too busy watching the midwife take the babies to be cleaned up and placed in their cots after he had tidied his wife. T'Shira had fallen asleep, the labour had been long, and it was normal for some Vulcan woman to take a short nap after the birth, hence the presence of other clan members to see to the babies.

"No, I haven't noticed, what day is it back home. I've forgotten."

"Merry Christmas cousin, it is now 4am 25th December EST. Your wife has given you three delightful Christmas gifts for your family."

Christmas, of course, how could he forget?

"Merry Christmas and thanks for everything T'Ynise."

T'Shira stirred, in her sleep she took his hand and held their fingers in the ozh-esta. She could still sense his presence and that of their babies.

"Merry Christmas darling, taluck nash-vay kidular." It was one of the Vulcan phrases McCoy still managed to mangle.

"Season greetings to you kid'wa. I also love you deeply," T'Shira answered in her sleep.

Author's Notes

Sa-kai – brother

Ko-kai – sister

Lok – male genital

Chocolate – according to fanon this intoxicates Vulcans

Cinnamon – according to fanon this sexually arouses Vulcans

I think its canon that Vulcans can control their pain and have a much higher pain threshold than humans.