Lets Keep It A Secret
Jim smiled as he listened to the sounds of the heartbeats. Bones had left him and the unconscious Spock in the room to adjust to the news. Jim was over being in shock and was picturing what the new babies would look like. Maybe black hair and blues eyes this time he hoped.
Two girls, Jim thought. Or just one. A daughter or two would be lovely.
Jim closed his eyes and focused on his parental bonds with Xander and Soren and found them to be quite content at the moment. They were mostly over being little terrors and still got into trouble on the occasion.
His eyes opened a few moments later and saw Spock starting to stir and sit up on the floor.
“Well this seems familiar,” Jim commented, turning his head and looking down to his mate. “Finding out we’re having twins and you fainting.”
Spock blinked and looked up at Jim before putting a hand to his head and sighing. “Indeed. Was Doctor McCoy being truthful?”
Jim smiled softly at Spock and nodded.
Spock stood up and climbed onto the bed next to Jim, laying on his side and placing a hand on Jim’s little bump. “Twins.”
Jim nudged his head against Spock’s. “What’s the odds of having two sets of twins?”
“1 in 700,000,” Spock replied.
“You ready to do this again?”
“No.”
Jim laughed. “Yeah, me too.”
Xander and Soren sat on their dads’ bed and stared at their parents.
“Well you know how I had that doctor appointment today?” Jim asked them.
The twins nodded.
“To see our baby brother or sister,” Soren said.
“Is the baby okay?” Xander asked.
Jim smiled and nodded before showing them the ultrasound picture on the PADD he had. He pointed to one baby and then the next. The boys both raised their slightly slanted brows and looked to their dads.
“Two babies?” they questioned.
“Affirmative,” Spock told them. “Daddy is expecting twins again. You will have two new siblings in roughly seven months.”
Xander and Soren exchanged a look before saying, “We only wanted one sibling.”
Jim blinked. “Well…now you’re getting two.”
“But we wanted one,” Xander reiterated.
Jim put his hands on his hips and gave his boys a look. “You’re getting two siblings and you’re going to be happy about it. And you’re both going to be good big brothers, right?”
They exchanged another glance then nodded.
“Thank you,” Jim smiled.
Later than night after Spock had read the boys a story about where babies come from and answered their questions while Jim monitored to make sure he didn’t reveal too much, Spock went to his desk and started composing a message to his parents.
“What are you doing?” Jim asked from where he laid lounging on the couch.
“Informing my parents of the good news,” Spock replied.
Jim sat up. “No, wait.”
Spock looked to his mate. “It is illogical not to inform them about your pregnancy.”
Jim shook his head and walked over to Spock, making himself comfortable in the Vulcan’s lap. “I know it’s not logical, but I sort of thought we could wait and surprise them.”
One of Spock’s eyebrows went up. “Surprise them?”
“Yeah. We surprised them before with Xander and Soren. Let’s do that again.”
“It was not my intention to surprise them before. The situation surrounding your pregnancy and my bond severance with T’Pring was…complicated.”
Jim smiled. “You were scared to tell your parents.”
“No.”
“You were and it’s fine. They found out and everything has been great since.”
“Indeed, except that I was intoxicated when they found out.”
Jim laughed. “Oh that was great. Drunk on s’mores.”
Spock shook his head and lightly smacked on of Jim’s ass cheeks. Jim laughed more before wrapping his arms around Spock’s shoulders.
“Please can we surprise them again?” Jim asked.
Spock looked to the message he had composed then back to his mate. Jim was looking at him with those big blue eyes and he caved.
“Yes, we may surprise them, ashayam.”
Jim kissed Spock. “Thank you.”
“When do you wish to tell them?”
“Um…well we have that conference in a few months. We could tell them then. Selik and Chris will also be there so everyone can find out together.”
“You will be nineteen weeks pregnant for that conference. I do not think we should…” Spock was quieted by Jim kissing him again.
“Just think, Spock. When we pick them up for the conference, not only will they find out I’m pregnant, but also that it is twins, and also what the sexes of the babies are. Three surprises.”
“My mother will not be pleased to have been kept in the dark for so long.”
“Mama’s boy,” Jim teased.
Spock smiled softly. “We will keep the secret until then, ashayam, but you will take full responsibility when mother is upset she did not know sooner.”
“Alright, deal.”
“But we must tell the admiralty beforehand.”
Jim sighed. “Damn, so Chris will find out first.”
“Indeed.”
“We’ll just tell him I’m pregnant, though, and not that I’m having twins.”
“That is acceptable.”
Jim nodded then grinned. “Good then we can tell the admiralty tomorrow, Spock. Let’s go to bed?” Jim asked, wiggling his eyes.
Spock growled and picked him up bridal style and carried him off to bed.
The next morning, Jim and Spock sat in the ready room as they waited for the video call with Chris to connect. Spock tapped at his PADD’s screen while Jim stared at him.
“What?”
“It’s weird being pregnant on purpose.”
Spock looked up from his PADD and raised a brow. Jim smiled back before feeling his stomach turn. Spock grabbed the waste basket from nearby and managed to hand it to Jim in time as the video call connected and Chris appeared on screen.
“Well that’s nice to see,” Chris said.
Spock patted Jim on the back as he finished up. “Admiral we have news to share with you and the brass.”
“Let me guess? Either a stomach bug is spreading around the ship or Jim’s knocked up.”
Jim looked up from the waste basket and nodded. “The second one.”
Chris smiled. “Well congrats, you two. I’m sure you, the boys, and Amanda are ecstatic.”
“We have not informed my mother yet,” Spock said, while Jim put the basket down and wiped his mouth off with a handkerchief Spock somehow produced.
Chris blinked then laughed. “Figured the mama’s boy would have informed his parents first.”
Spock frowned while Jim chuckled.
“We want to wait and surprise them,” Jim said. “But we knew we’d have to tell you and the admiralty first.”
“And you want me to keep this a secret?”
“Please,” Jim and Spock asked.
“For how long?”
Jim and Spock exchanged a look.
“Oh no. I’m not keeping this under wraps until the baby is born. Amanda would kill me.”
“My mother would not use violence against you, Admiral. She would be cross however,” Spock responded. “We do not wish to keep it a secret for that long.”
“Yeah, just keep it to yourself until the conference.”
“The Babel Conference?”
“Yes, sir.”
Chris ran a hand over his face and sighed. “Oh alright.”
Jim smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but now I’d like to chat with my grandkids. Go get them.”
Spock nodded and left the room. Jim leaned back in his chair and relaxed.
“How are you, son?”
Jim shrugged. “Pregnant so I’m nauseous and hungry. And tired.”
“Try and rest and take it easy.”
“With Spock and Bones here, I know I will,” Jim replied as the doors slid open and the twins ran into the room.
“PawPaw!” they exclaimed.
“Hey, boys. What’s going on?” Chris asked. “How’s space?”
The boys climbed onto the table and sat down before going into detail everything they did on the ship.
12 Weeks Pregnant
Uhura stared as Jim sat down across from her with a plate of fried chicken, cantaloupe, tofu, and sauerkraut.
“Weird cravings, Jim?” she asked.
Jim looked to his plate then shook his head. “Nope. Why?”
“No reason,” she smiled as Xander came over to their table and sat down with his little tray of food.
“Daddy why do you have all that?” he asked.
“I’m hungry, little guy.”
“But you’re just going to throw it all up.”
Jim chuckled. “I still need to eat.”
Xander nodded then looked to Uhura. “Are you going to dress up for the Halloween party, Aunt Nyota?”
“I am,” she smiled at him. “Want to guess my costume?”
Xander tapped a finger to his chin then grinned and said, “A princess.”
“No, your daddy is the princess.”
Jim looked to her with a mouth full of food and shook his head as Xander giggled.
“Spock, c’mon out of the bathroom already,” Jim said as he looked down at himself. He wore a basketball uniform with the belly cut out. Gaila had stopped by earlier and painted his growing bump to look like a basketball.
The bathroom door slid open and Spock stepped out looking not too pleased wearing a matching basketball uniform.
“I do not see the point in dressing in costumes for illogical Terran holidays.”
Jim looked Spock over and grinned. “Nice legs.”
Spock shook his head as the boys ran out of their rooms in their costumes.
“Look at you two,” Jim cooed. “We have Peter Pan.”
Soren pulled out his little foam sword and posed with a big smile.
“And Captain America.”
Xander posed with his shield and smiled big as well.
“At first I was sad ya’ll didn’t want to match costumes, but you two look so cute.”
“Daddy, you look funny,” they both said before touching Jim’s exposed bump.
“Yeah, but dad looks funnier, doesn’t he.”
The twins look to their dad. “You must be cold.”
Spock smirked and looked to Jim. “I am starting to feel cold.”
“Daddy, you should make sa-mekh change. He’ll get more cold.”
Jim sighed and nodded. “Fine, go put on something else, Spock.”
“Thank you, t’hy’la.”
But now our costumes won’t match, Jim mentally pouted.
Tough.
Jim sat and admired his crewmembers in the rec room enjoying the Halloween party. All had gotten creative with costumes and Jim didn’t see many duplicate costumes. Except for several pirates. Jim shook his head as his pirate walked over and handed him a cup of punch.
“You would’ve looked better as a basketball player,” Jim told him.
“Negative,” Spock replied, sitting next to his mate and putting an arm around him.
“I forget sometimes how possessive you get.”
“You are pregnant. I must protect you from threats.”
“What threats? We’re among friends and on a starship.”
Spock blinked. “There could still be threats.”
Jim chuckled and leaned against Spock’s side. He nodded to the corner where some of the kids, including theirs, were dancing about and having fun. “I wonder what our next twins will look like. Bones says he thinks they’re identical like Xander and Soren.”
“I am partial to blue eyes,” Spock admitted.
Jim nodded. “And I’m partial to black hair.”
“The babies could end up blonde with brown eyes again, though. Or blonde with blue eyes.”
“That would be something,” Jim smiled. “At least I hope they are healthy and have your ears.”
Spock hugged Jim closer. “Yes, healthy and with Vulcan ears.”
“What are ya’ll talking about?” Bones asked as he came up to them.
Jim looked over his friend and shook his head. His friend wore his medical uniform. “Bones, you’re just as bad with costumes as Spock.”
Bones sat down next to Jim. “Well, I’m not one for dressing up and besides, Carol said we could play naughty nurse later.”
Jim chuckled. “How fun. I get to play pirate captain and his love slave later.”
Bones made a face. “Didn’t need to know that.”
“And we did not need to know about you and Carol, Doctor,” Spock added.
Bones grumbled before getting up and walking away.