Surprise!
19 Weeks Pregnant
Jim stared at his boots on the floor and sighed. He’d managed to get mostly dressed all by himself, but his big, growing bump prevented him from leaning over too far. He was already in fat clothes.
“Déjà vu,” he said as Spock came into the room completely dressed.
“Pardon?” Spock questioned, arching a brow at his mate.
“When I was pregnant with the boys I couldn’t get my boots on either. You had to help.”
“And I will gladly help now,” Spock replied, walking over and kneeling in front of his mate.
As Spock finished helping Jim into his boots, Jim smiled down at him. “You’re the best, Spock.”
Spock looked up and gave a small smile in return. “You also gave me a kiss last time.”
Jim chuckled then placed his hands on the sides of Spock’s head and pulled him up. “Oh I guess I’ll give you a kiss.” Jim then kissed Spock.
“Ew,” they heard from the doorway.
Spock broke the kiss and stood up before helping Jim stand up as well.
“Why do you two kiss so much?” Xander asked.
“Because we love each other so much,” Jim told him before walking over to his son. He leaned down as best he could and kissed Xander’s cheek.
Xander made a face then smiled. “When’s Nana and Grandpa coming? Me and Soren want to tell them about the babies.”
“Soren and I,” Spock corrected. “And we will be arriving at New Vulcan by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yay!” Xander exclaimed.
“But until then, you two must continue to behave while we have the other delegates and ambassadors aboard the Enterprise.”
Xander nodded then rushed from the room.
Spock internally chuckled before feeling his bond with Jim flare up. He turned and arched a brow at seeing his mate lightly sobbing. “Ashal-veh?”
Jim sniffled. “He’s just so beautiful.”
Hormones, Spock sighed before going to his mate and embracing him.
Xander and Soren sat at their assigned table in the pre-school room and finger painted. Xander looked to his twin and smiled.
“We should make something for daddy and the babies,” he said. “And Nana.”
Soren looked to him and nodded. “We’re supposed to paint holiday stuffs.”
“Christmas is a like…weeks away. We can make daddy and Nana stuff now.”
Soren nodded and looked to the paints they had. “We need more colors.”
“I’ll get them,” Xander said before getting up and walking over to where the teachers kept the paints. He had just grabbed some purple when one of the teachers came over.
“Xander, you have enough paint at your table to use,” she said.
“But we don’t want to paint holiday pictures.”
“I’m sorry you don’t want to but that is what we are doing today. Please put the purple back. You have some at the table.”
“We want to paint some pictures for daddy and Nana,” Soren said, coming to stand next to his brother.
Their teacher knelt down in front of them and smiled. “I am glad you want to paint something for your daddy and Nana. We will get to paint pictures for families later this month. Right now we are just painting holiday pictures to hang up around the room.”
Soren and Xander exchanged a look. Xander then looked to the purple bottle he was holding before grinning.
The teacher’s eyes widened. “Xander Kirk, do not…” she was cut off when Xander squeezed the bottle and squirted her with the purple paint.
Soren giggled then grabbed some green paint and squirted the table of classmates nearby starting a paint fight in the preschool classroom.
Spock looked behind him to the captain’s chair as the chair’s comm chimed. He stood up after a moment of Jim not answering and walked over to his mate.
Jim was slouched in his hair with his PADD resting on his bump, sound asleep and snoring lightly. Spock thought his mate was cute before reaching down and pressing the button.
“This is Spock,” he answered.
“Commander, we are experiencing some difficulty in the preschool room.”
Spock internally sighed. “What have they done?”
“Started a paint fight, Sir.”
“I will there momentarily. Spock out.” Spock removed his finger from the button and saw his bridge crew were holding back laughter.
“Mr. Sulu, you have the conn. Please try and let Jim sleep.”
“Or else he’ll start crying,” Uhura muttered.
Spock looked to her but nodded in agreement. “Keeping the Captain happy is the top priority, especially when we will have so many delegates on board.”
“And Jim keeps crying every few minutes,” Sulu added.
“Yes. I will be back in a few moments,” Spock said before turning and leaving.
When he entered the pre-school room a few moment later, he found it was a paint splattered mess as the kids in the room continued throwing paint. He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them before saying loudly, “Cease!”
The room went quiet as the three and four year olds stopped and looked to Spock with wide-eyes. Spock scanned the room and found his sons standing not too far away. They grinned at him then held up the paint they had in their hands.
Spock’s eyebrows raised up. “Do not…” but it was too late and Spock found himself hit with purple and orange paint.
The other kids in the class ‘ooo’d’ and took a step back from Spock who narrowed his eyes.
Jim woke up from his nap and stretched in his chair before blinking and looking out the view screen. He smiled at seeing they were still at warp.
“ETA to New Vulcan?” Jim sat up straighter and asked Sulu.
“Holding steady at twenty-six hours, Sir,” Sulu replied before turning in his chair and smiling. “Good nap, Captain?”
Jim nodded. “Yeah, it was. Dreamed about penguins.” Jim then turned his own chair towards Spock’s station and frowned at seeing someone else sitting there. “Lieutenant Eklund, correct?”
Eklund nodded.
“Where is Commander Spock?”
The bridge crew chuckled slightly in response.
Jim raised a brow. “What is going on?”
Uhura stood up and walked to Jim. “While you were napping, the preschool called.”
“What did the terrors do?” Jim sighed.
“Started a paint fight, Sir.”
“Of course they did,” Jim said before standing up and rubbing his back. “Sulu, you have the con.”
Spock, where are you?
Preschool room.
Be there in a minute. Gotta pee first.
Jim eyed the classroom as he walked in and saw other parents standing around watching the kids help clean the table tops. He nodded to the other parents before walking over to his husband and sons.
“When did we start putting kids to work?” Jim asked.
“When they start a paint fight,” Spock replied before eyes the boys who had stopped cleaning the table. They pouted and continued.
“Logical I guess. I see you got hit as well,” Jim said, seeing the paint on Spock’s uniform.
“Indeed. I asked the teachers and other parents what would be best as punishment and having them clean some of their mess was agreed upon.”
Jim nodded then had Spock help him sit down in one of the little chairs. He looked to his sons. “Why did you start a paint fight?”
They shrugged.
“Xander, Soren, explain yourselves.”
“We just wanted to paint a picture for Nana, Grandpa, PawPaw, and Selik,” Xander said.
“But teacher said we are painting holiday pictures instead,” Soren added.
“So you started throwing paint?”
They nodded.
“You know that was wrong, right?”
They nodded.
“And after you’re done cleaning you will have time-out, no dessert for dinner, and will be going to bed early.”
They nodded. “We’re sorry.”
“Mmhm, and if you do this again then sa-mekh and I will put you out of the preschool group and you’ll just have one-on-one tutoring for a while. Is that clear?”
Xander and Soren nodded.
“I also want both of you to apologize to your teachers, your classmates, and the parents.”
“Yes, daddy,” they replied before walking away to do just that.
Jim watched them then looked to Spock. “At least they only get into trouble every now and again.”
Spock nodded. “Perhaps four kids is enough for us, ashayam?”
Jim chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, four is plenty.”
The next morning, Jim woke up to Spock plastered against his back, cuddling him. Jim smiled and placed a hand over Spock’s on his growing bump. He snuggled back against Spock and was about to go back to sleep when he felt the babies move inside him. He jumped slightly as Spock sprung up and fell off the bed.
Jim laughed and sat up with his back against the headboard and touched his hands to his bump, feeling the twins kicking.
“Spock, seriously, it’s the babies.”
Spock climbed back on to the bed, his hair sticking up which made Jim laugh more. Spock shook his head before sitting next to Jim and touching Jim’s belly. He felt the babies moving and smiled.
“Beautiful,” he said softly.
“Indeed,” Jim agreed, smiling at Spock. Spock looked to Jim then leaned forward and kissed the bump before moving up and kissing Jim on the lips.
“Taluhk nash-veh k'dular.”
“Love you too, Spockums.”
Jim glared at himself in the mirror. He hated the ugly green paternity dress uniform top.
“You are gorgeous, ashal-veh,” Spock said, standing in the doorway to their bedroom, dressed in his blue dress uniform.
“Why green?” Jim asked. “Why couldn’t we wear the gray ones?”
“I do not know.”
Jim sniffled and walked to Spock and let his Vulcan embrace him.
“Please do not cry.”
“I can’t help it and I’m not crying,” Jim sniffled again as Spock nuzzled his face into Jim’s neck.
“Stop, Spock,” Jim said. “All the delegates are keeping their distance from me because of you. I can’t have any conversations with them.”
“You are mine and they should keep their distance,” Spock replied before pulling back and kissing Jim’s forehead.
“Just…behave while all the delegates are here and then you can go back to growling at our friends and crewmembers.”
Spock nodded then kissed Jim’s cheek.
“And stop scenting me so much.”
“No.”
Jim smiled as he fussed with the boy’s hair while they waited for the shuttles to board to the Enterprise. The boys were wearing shirts that said ‘promoted to big brother’ and couldn’t wait to show their grandparents and Selik.
“They’re going to be really excited right?” Xander asked.
“They are,” Jim nodded.
“There are too many people aboard,” Bones grumbled from where he stood next to Spock, tugging at the collar of his dress uniform top. “114 delegates aboard for two weeks. Half are mad at the other half…”
“Bones, behave,” Jim ordered with a smile.
Bones sighed and nodded.
“Captain, they’re here,” Scotty called from the control room.
Jim nodded then moved to stand behind Spock as they watched the hangar doors close and the hangar deck pressurize.
The boys stood at attention in front of Spock as they watched the shuttle doors open and people start to disembark.
Jim glanced over Spock’s shoulder and saw Sarek get out first then helped Amanda. Selik exited after followed by Chris who was on Vulcan to go over the conference beforehand.
Amanda saw her grandsons and smiled before quickly rushing towards them. “My boys, it’s been forever!”
Xander and Soren smiled and got pulled into hugs by their Nana.
“Nana, you didn’t look at our shirts,” Soren said.
“Oh but I did…” Amanda trailed off, staring at the boys’ shirts completely.
Sarek came to stand next to her and eyed the shirts before looking to Spock. Amanda looked to with wide eyes as Jim stepped around Spock and showed that he was clearly pregnant.
The noise Amanda made, caused the Vulcans to hold hands to their ears and cringe slightly.
“When…how far along?” Amanda demanded to know as she gently touched Jim’s bump.
“Oh about 19 weeks,” Jim said. “Surprise.”
“Nineteen? But you’re so…big, like when you will pregnant with the twins.”
“Jim is expecting twins again,” Spock said.
Amanda’s eyes widened as she made that excited noise again and hugged Jim.
“It was daddy and sa-mekh’s idea to not tell you,” Xander said.
“It was a surprise,” Soren added.
“Twins again. Indeed a pleasant surprise,” Selik spoke up as Amanda released Jim.
“And I had no clue about any of this,” Chris added.
Amanda gave him a look before stepping back from Jim and touching his bump again. “Two more grandbabies!”
“And tomorrow we will have an appointment to find out the sex of the babies,” Jim told her.
Amanda smiled and nodded but Jim could see she was close to tears which made Jim start to tear up.
Spock shook his head as Sarek patted him on the shoulder. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Father,” Spock replied as Jim and Amanda started crying.
“Daddy, stop that,” the twins groaned before turning to Selik and Chris and giving them hugs.
After giving Amanda and Sarek a tour, Jim broke away to walk with Selik around the ship.
“Any similarities?” Jim asked as they strolled around.
“Some,” Selik said then after a moment. “It is different though. It has been decades since I was last on an Enterprise ship. I was not going to accompany Sarek and Amanda to Babel, but…felt compelled to.”
“Was who compelled you named Amanda?”
Selik lightly chuckled. “No. Now, how are you feeling, Jim?”
“Oh alright. Sore, tired, hungry, emotional. The usual.”
“Perhaps while the delegates are aboard you will take the time to rest and relax.”
“A captain cannot…”
“Then I will keep you company.”
Jim laughed. “If Spock will let you, but I would like the company. The other delegates won’t come near me.”
“You are mated to a Vulcan and pregnant. Your scent is…potent. I am certain they do not want to…piss off Spock.”
Jim nodded. “Illogical Vulcan.”
“Indeed.”