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Notes: language
Spock had to greet the new addition to the Federation alone, two days after the meeting. Kirk was still in medbay resting after his seizure. It was a bad backstep for him, his mood dropped significantly.
He was released from McCoy's hands a week later.
His depression was at the bottom. He was in bed most of his days, crying, or talking with his kids. They were able to make him feel even more loved and cared: Spock had his duties as Acting Captain and Science Officer that kept him from his beloved, leaving James alone most of the time.
The Enterprise was warping to Risa, for a much needed shore leave. Despite the protests, Kirk was the one preparing the shifts for the holidays while on the planet AND fixing with Scotty the repairs and upgrades to do.
He, Spock and McCoy were on the second round.
When the doctor protested, the young captain explained that he needed some time out of the ship, feeling the sun on his skin and that he was sure he and the babies would appreciate that time. It was his smile (a rare occasion nowadays) that made the doctor surrender.
The days before their arrival were quite busy for Kirk: he rented a nice cabin near the ocean with two bedrooms (because no, Leonard was not going to stay too far from the pregnant man), a nice patio with a two seated rocking chair, and only a few feet from the beach. He also managed to reserve a visit to a museum and an aquarium that Spock was interested in, hoping to be able to attend with him.
Preparing the bags wasn't easy: the babies were full of life, kicking and moving around. One night, while preparing for bed, Spock noticed Kirk's middle.
"Ashayam, your belly is basically blue!" he stated with concern.
"I do not believe it is healthy."
"Don't worry Spock, it's only the kids. They are quite active and kick a lot, you should know Vulcans are stronger, and I think they got your strength, love. Is worse than it is."
And he kissed his husband. Grabbing a tube from his night table James added: "Bones gave me this lotion to help some… Would you like to assist me, love?"
The Vulcan, lay in bed, his back at the head of the bed, legs apart to make room for his T'hy'la.
"Come, James, it will be my pleasure to assist you."
The blonde promptly proceeded, resting his sore back against Spock's chest. He placed a generous measure of the gel in his husband's hands, relaxing. His husband preceded warming for a second the cold gel with his hands, and then started applying it, receiving content moan.
They kissed for a while, content and happy.
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The day they arrived on the planet Risa, McCoy didn't allow Jim to leave before running some tests.
"Well, 22 weeks, finally your weight is going up, slowly. You are 124 lbs now (56 kg). I'm not happy with your saturation which is only 91%. I'll give you a shot of Tri-ox. Your BP is still low, I'll modify the sensors. How are the kids?"
He asked though he would check with his tricorder later. This was a once in a time moment to have a pregnant MALE with telepath kids.
"They seem restless, their kicks are really painful. Apparently, they think it is cool to see who's the better kicker. Spock tried to make them understand they are hurting me, fruitlessly," caressing his belly.
"Ok, they are ok for now. All done. Now you go and get ready, I want to be sure I packed enough meds and have my staff ready for anything to happen."
McCoy planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, ruffling the blonde curls.
"Aw! Bones, come on! We're on vacation and the ship won't leave us, you don't need that much with you. I promise, no surf, no hiking, nothing dangerous this time!"
"Shut up, you infant. Your allergies are unpredictable. I'm just playing safe. Now out!"
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The planet was wonderful as always.
The three men were pleased with their accommodation. The kitchen was full. Kirk really did a good job.
They spent the days on the beach (McCoy circling like a vulture around Jim with sunscreen) or on the patio. The couple often was cuddling on the rocking chair while the doctor was next to them with some new medical article reading and drinking something VERY alcoholic, much to Jim's displeasure.
One evening, before dinner was ready, Jim was reading at the desk in the studio. He didn't hear his husband coming in.
"Jim, dinner will be ready in five minutes."
Jim turned to the voice with a smile.
"Ashayam, are you well?" said the Vulcan.
"Why, yes Spock." The man closed the space between them.
"Why are you wearing glasses?"
"Oh shit!" cursed the blonde, taking the offending object off.
"Sorry, didn't mean you to see them."
"Are you sick?"
"Oh, no no, just you know, I'm allergic to almost everything, even Retinal. Bones gave me these for when my eyes are tired. I just hate them so I don't put them on often."
"You should wear them more often, they give you a pleasant view."
"Do they now, Mr Spock?" replied smirking the captain, putting them on.
"Did I just find out a new kink?"
Kissing his husband on his nose, came the reply: "Perhaps, captain. You will discover it later tonight."
The medical issues seemed far away, PN tube apart.
It was a wonderful vacation.
None of the crew caused trouble, and the commanding staff often stopped by to check on their captain, even though the first officer kept them in the loop.
Giotto, Sulu and Chekov came to play poker. Scotty to share a drink with McCoy. Uhura tried again to find a language the captain didn't know.
Notes: next in 10 days ^_^