FIC: Star Trek 2009: Uhura/McCoy - Little Girl - 1/1 - (G)
Title: Little Girl
Pairing: Uhura/McCoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 668
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at st_xi_kink.
This story is in the same universe as my other story, Trouble Comes In Twos [full headers at the link] which, strictly speaking, isn't U/Mc.
She's two months old, and Leonard is still struck by how beautiful she is.
"If you're anything like your mother, you're going to be a real heartbreaker when you get older," he says conversationally as she makes a fist around one of his fingers and smiles sweetly. It's like Joanna all over again.
"You have a sister, you know," he goes on, and she lets go to stick her hand in her mouth. He takes the opportunity to pick her up from her crib and he holds her up against his chest, heart-to-heart.
"Her mama won't want her to meet you, but she won't care about that, so don't you worry. Joanna's going to love you the minute she sets eyes on you." Just like I did, he doesn't say out loud.
He doesn't know why it's hard to voice it, but it's like the words are caught tight up in his lungs, and choke him with their presence.
He knows he's been a little emotionally distant from their little one, but he's so afraid to get too attached. Too late. He lost his whole world when he lost Jo, and by now he's convinced himself that he isn't lucky enough to be able to hold onto this.
"Why so grim?" He looks up and Nyota is standing by the door, a smile on her lips. He didn't even hear the door.
"I'm not grim," he argues, drawing the baby away from his chest to look her in her deep brown eyes as she coos at him happily.
"Of course you're not," she responds easily, walking over and lifting the smiling girl from his arms and into her own.
"We were having a discussion."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to have interrupted. I'm sure it was fascinating," she says teasingly before pulling their daughter up to kiss her forehead.
Leonard can't help but smile at this. He walks over to the two of them and stands behind Nyota, wrapping his arms around her waist and settling his chin on her shoulder.
"She's beautiful," he says, echoing his earlier thoughts. Nyota simply hums in agreement, leaning back into his embrace.
"We don't do this enough," she says. She sounds content, and Leonard feels that heavy sensation in his chest again.
"Do what?"
"Just hold each other," she clarifies.
"We're usually too busy," he agrees as she turns in his arms. Their child is now between the both of them, and it's still so surreal to him to be able to say that. Their child.
"Kiss," she requests, hands too full to draw him in for one herself. He obliges happily, and as their lips touch, he breathes in her scent and his eyes close of their own accord.
The kiss is too short, far too short, but Nyota wasn't looking for anything more than just what she had asked for just yet.
"Why don't you go? You have drool on your shirt, and this one needs to be fed and put to bed."
"But-" he begins, but she just chuckles at him, which stops his words dead on his lips.
"Just go. I'll take care of it." The look in her eyes is a bit steely, and he's reminded that she isn't doing this as a favor for him. She spends too much of her day away from her child, and it's wearing on her.
"Yes ma'am," he drawls out easily, which brings the smile back to her expression, which was his intent. He pecks her on the lips again, before leaning down and kissing his daughter.
"Good night, Amanda. You be good for your mother, you hear me?"
"Go," Nyota laughs, moving over to her chair and sitting down.
Leonard stays a few moments longer, watching as Nyota carefully opens her shirt while balancing the baby on her lap with one arm.
"You're still here," she says coolly.
And he's gone, already missing that weight in his arms.
Perhaps Nyota isn't the only one spending too much time away.
Pairing: Uhura/McCoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 668
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at st_xi_kink.
This story is in the same universe as my other story, Trouble Comes In Twos [full headers at the link] which, strictly speaking, isn't U/Mc.
She's two months old, and Leonard is still struck by how beautiful she is.
"If you're anything like your mother, you're going to be a real heartbreaker when you get older," he says conversationally as she makes a fist around one of his fingers and smiles sweetly. It's like Joanna all over again.
"You have a sister, you know," he goes on, and she lets go to stick her hand in her mouth. He takes the opportunity to pick her up from her crib and he holds her up against his chest, heart-to-heart.
"Her mama won't want her to meet you, but she won't care about that, so don't you worry. Joanna's going to love you the minute she sets eyes on you." Just like I did, he doesn't say out loud.
He doesn't know why it's hard to voice it, but it's like the words are caught tight up in his lungs, and choke him with their presence.
He knows he's been a little emotionally distant from their little one, but he's so afraid to get too attached. Too late. He lost his whole world when he lost Jo, and by now he's convinced himself that he isn't lucky enough to be able to hold onto this.
"Why so grim?" He looks up and Nyota is standing by the door, a smile on her lips. He didn't even hear the door.
"I'm not grim," he argues, drawing the baby away from his chest to look her in her deep brown eyes as she coos at him happily.
"Of course you're not," she responds easily, walking over and lifting the smiling girl from his arms and into her own.
"We were having a discussion."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to have interrupted. I'm sure it was fascinating," she says teasingly before pulling their daughter up to kiss her forehead.
Leonard can't help but smile at this. He walks over to the two of them and stands behind Nyota, wrapping his arms around her waist and settling his chin on her shoulder.
"She's beautiful," he says, echoing his earlier thoughts. Nyota simply hums in agreement, leaning back into his embrace.
"We don't do this enough," she says. She sounds content, and Leonard feels that heavy sensation in his chest again.
"Do what?"
"Just hold each other," she clarifies.
"We're usually too busy," he agrees as she turns in his arms. Their child is now between the both of them, and it's still so surreal to him to be able to say that. Their child.
"Kiss," she requests, hands too full to draw him in for one herself. He obliges happily, and as their lips touch, he breathes in her scent and his eyes close of their own accord.
The kiss is too short, far too short, but Nyota wasn't looking for anything more than just what she had asked for just yet.
"Why don't you go? You have drool on your shirt, and this one needs to be fed and put to bed."
"But-" he begins, but she just chuckles at him, which stops his words dead on his lips.
"Just go. I'll take care of it." The look in her eyes is a bit steely, and he's reminded that she isn't doing this as a favor for him. She spends too much of her day away from her child, and it's wearing on her.
"Yes ma'am," he drawls out easily, which brings the smile back to her expression, which was his intent. He pecks her on the lips again, before leaning down and kissing his daughter.
"Good night, Amanda. You be good for your mother, you hear me?"
"Go," Nyota laughs, moving over to her chair and sitting down.
Leonard stays a few moments longer, watching as Nyota carefully opens her shirt while balancing the baby on her lap with one arm.
"You're still here," she says coolly.
And he's gone, already missing that weight in his arms.
Perhaps Nyota isn't the only one spending too much time away.