Ty Mira Black-Snape for beta

Notes at the end

Warning: medical terms and procedures

Their next two weeks sucked at best. The damn bracelet kept sending alarms to both Leonard and Spock, leaving an angry Jim to snap among the crew. His bracelet was settled on vibration, but Spock's wasn't. The nausea was finally controllable but he couldn't eat much the same. The fluctuations in his BP and HR were annoying. Every couple of days he had to go into the sickbay for an IV.

He was 13 weeks and 126 lbs (57.1 kg). Bones told him he needed a PEG or Percutaneous Endoscopic Gastrostomy, a procedure in which a flexible feeding tube is placed through the abdominal wall and into the stomach, allowing nutrition, fluids and medications to be put directly into the stomach bypassing the mouth and oesophagus, hoping it will help him with the eating problem. James, being James, fought tooth and nails against it but lost the battle.

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Today McCoy was going to perform a sonogram to show the future parents their baby.

"Come on Jim, you know what to do: be quiet, lay down and up with the shirts." Kirk prepared, thrilled to see his baby.

"Remember, we don't want to know the sex!" He exclaimed, jumping a little when the cold gel hit his belly's skin. First, the doctor wrote down the vitals.

"Damn," he thought, "13 weeks and he lost 2 more lbs even with the PEG." He then bent over Jim, gently moving the wand around the abdomen. "This is… odd." And moved more. Jim felt a little worried.

"What's wrong Bones?"

"Just wait for a little more Jim." A little longer than normal, the doctor removed the wand, turning the screen at the expecting couple. He massaged his neck, nervously. This time it was Spock's turn.

"Doctor, something is wrong?"

Sighing, he replied. "Yes… No… I mean… I don't know how I missed this. The baby is a little underdeveloped but considering how hard the pregnancy is going, it is not unexpected." He turned to Spock, who was staring at him blankly. "The 'problem' is that we have two different heartbeats."

Spock looked dazed and said, "T'dahsu," and promptly fainted.

McCoy snorted, "Strong my ass."

Shocked, Jim moved his glance between his fainted husband and his friend. "It - It's true Bones?"

"True what? That you are expecting twins? Yea, completely. I'm afraid the last tests we did the little hobgoblin was playing hide and seek. I'm sorry for my mistake. But that explains why we couldn't keep up your blood levels." Astonished, Jim caressed the screen following the features of his babies saying.

"Twins. We are having twins."

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That night, the couple was on the couch, listening to some old classic music. Jim was engulfed in a sea of blankets, lying down, his head in Spock's lap. He felt his husband's hand stroking across his forehead and curls.

"So, how's your head ashayam?" Jim asked, snickering. "I thought fainting was my speciality. You went down like a sack of potatoes."

"I am… well, ashayam. That was an unexpected, pleasant development. But I still worry that this will be more difficult for you."

"Naah, don't worry love. I and the babies are going to be fine." He touched his lower abdomen, where the PEG tube came out of his skin. "This is helping, though I'd prefer to be able to actually eat. I'm sorry little ones, I hope we will enjoy some more desirable food soon," he murmured as he touched his belly.

They suddenly felt a warm presence between their bond. They locked their eyes together, and the blonde said: "Did you feel it?!" In surprise.

"Yes, Jim. I - I think we felt the babies and their agreement about your idea of normal food."

"Cool! So I will have somebody else to talk with!"

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Despite the happy news, the following days were not so good for Jim. Twins meant time in sickbay to get more nutrients using the PEG tube. He was now allowed only 6 hours on the bridge, and only 2 more doing paperwork in their quarters. Depression hit him hard. He couldn't ignore the murmurs that spread around the ship, since only the command crew was in the loop with the news. Not even the fitting, new clothes would hide his weight. He kept crying for nothing. He slept even less than before. McCoy gave him some easy exercises he could do in his living room, but he didn't enjoy it. He stopped playing chess with Spock. He barely spoke.

ps: BP=Blood Pressure, HR=Heart rate

Notes: next in 10 days ^_^