Fic: Pride
So, browsing through st_xi_kink meme again - and I found this cute lil' prompt: Kirk/Winona, post-Narada. Winona's proud of her baby boy. And since tiny Jim is tiny, so is the fill.
Pride
Winona couldn't take her eyes of the baby in her arms. Small bundle of jlife and oy, with light hair and the bluest eyes she ever seen.
Not even George had eyes in such a shade of blue.
The baby came into this world with a powerful cry, announcing his presence loudly to everyone, most of all to his mother and father, telling them that he will not be overlooked and that he has his place in the world.
He cried, so his father could hear him before he left this world himself, carrying the sounds of new life he helped to create to afterlife.
Winona felt tears on her cheeks, as she cradled the baby to her chest. "George would be so very proud of you, my little one," she whispered to the small being, "as will be I."
Little Jim just purred in her arms, resting closer to her warmth. Winona gazed out of the shuttle window. Once the Kelvin rammed into the strange ship, the ship disappeared as abruptly as it appeared. She looked at her son and hummed: "Sleep in heavenly peace..."
And he did, unknowing of what the fate expected of him. Unknowing of everything but the fact that his father, his mother, was proud of him, and no matter of what tomfoolery he will commit, the first moments of his life shaped what person he will be.
Pride
Winona couldn't take her eyes of the baby in her arms. Small bundle of jlife and oy, with light hair and the bluest eyes she ever seen.
Not even George had eyes in such a shade of blue.
The baby came into this world with a powerful cry, announcing his presence loudly to everyone, most of all to his mother and father, telling them that he will not be overlooked and that he has his place in the world.
He cried, so his father could hear him before he left this world himself, carrying the sounds of new life he helped to create to afterlife.
Winona felt tears on her cheeks, as she cradled the baby to her chest. "George would be so very proud of you, my little one," she whispered to the small being, "as will be I."
Little Jim just purred in her arms, resting closer to her warmth. Winona gazed out of the shuttle window. Once the Kelvin rammed into the strange ship, the ship disappeared as abruptly as it appeared. She looked at her son and hummed: "Sleep in heavenly peace..."
And he did, unknowing of what the fate expected of him. Unknowing of everything but the fact that his father, his mother, was proud of him, and no matter of what tomfoolery he will commit, the first moments of his life shaped what person he will be.