[fic] A Few Firsts IV
Title: A Few Firsts IV - Thirteen months
Author: chibinecco
Universe/Series: ST: XI
Rating: All Audiences/G
Relationship status: Established
Word count: ~1300
Genre: fluff, humor
Tropes: family, mpreg (for this installment)
Warnings: mpreg
Summary: A few milestone firsts in Sochya's life as Kirk and Spock begin preparations for expanding their little family even more.
Notes: Sequel to Due Dates, A RP with chibinecco and diane_kepler. Each installment is completely stand alone, but a collection of them can be viewed here.
Spock entered his quarters to find his mate and son asleep together in Jim's favorite chair. Sochya's little arm resting over the growing curve of Jim's pregnancy, the two of them snoring softly.
With a soft smile, Spock went over and carefully removed the PADD from Jim's lax fingers, turning it on to see what his two boys had been reading. An ancient Terran book of nursery rhymes appeared, the displayed page showed the words to "Hickory Dickory Dock" and a moving picture of a mouse running around the face of a clock before he turned it back off and set it beside Jim's empty water glass.
Kneeling beside his bondmate, Spock gently laid a hand over Jim's wrist, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand until he shifted awake.
"Mm? Oh, hi Spock." Jim yawned, taking his hand back so he could rub at his face. "What time is it?"
"1500 hours. When you first proposed the concept of nap time. I was under the impression the added rest was to help our son to manage his energy levels through sleep. Was I mistaken?"
Jim smirked. "There might be a certain amount of mutual napping. He couldn't get to sleep, had a bit of a tummy ache, I think it was those cookies Rand made, one too many."
Sochya snuggled his face against Jim's armpit before turning to look up at his fathers. "What happen?"
"You fell asleep, Sweet Sochya," Jim said softly
"Oh. More book."
Jim laughed. "I'm sorry, little one, but I've gotta get back to work. How are you feeling?"
Sochya paused as he rubbed a hand over his belly to assess his earlier tummy ache. "Gooder."
"That's good. I'm glad you feel better." Jim said patiently. "Now. It's play time for little vulcans so your daddies can get some work done."
"More book." Sochya protested.
"Here." Jim handed the PADD to Sochya. "You can take it with you to Rand. She'll be happy to read you some stories."
There was a delay as Sochya processed everything before he grinned up at Jim, clutching the PADD. "Rand pretty. Rand read good."
Jim laughed, handing Sochya off to Spock, who hugged his son close, leaning down to kiss his mate. "I will take him."
"Thanks. I was planning to use his nap to practice for that speech I'm supposed to give tomorrow. Got a lot of catching up to do."
Carrying Sochya down the hall, Spock watched his son from the corner of his eye as he flipped through the different short stories and rhymes on the PADD.
"Look!" Sochya pointed at the display. "It meyou!"
Spock looked down. "The drawing does resemble us," He said. And it did. From what he could glean from the page, it was a story about an elf and his father going berry picking. The dark, short haircuts looked a lot like Spock and his son. The boy in the story a bit older than Sochya himself, but there was a definite resemblance.
"Read to me." Sochya said excitedly.
"I am sure Yeoman Rand will be amenable to reading that story to you, Sochya."
"No, want you." Sochya insisted.
"Sochya, I cannot read that to you now. I have to work."
"Read later?" They had arrived at the room Jim had arranged to be used as a daycare.
With the birth of their child, and the tricky political nature of a Vulcan child after the fiasco that had been Nero, Starfleet had begun to reassess their policies on families in space. Gaila's daughter, Maras, was currently the only other child on the ship, a recent addition despite McCoy's protests. She was sitting at the drawing table working on a paper mache craft. The room was decorated with several such creations.
"Yes, I will read that story for you later," Spock agreed.
Maras interrupted Sochya's reply, calling him over to paint her creation from the day before as it was now dry. Spock admired the newest fully finished piece of his son's hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A saucer spaceship that Maras had carefully constructed, Sochya had painted a pink face with blue eyes and yellow hair across the bottom; stars and planets decorated the top.
Spock smiled at at it, reaching up to turn it and get a better look at the different planets Many of them had unrealistically large rings orbiting them. One such had rings going vertically and horizontally, a physical impossibility as the orbits would conflict logistically. He felt pride in his son's creativity well up in him. Maras and Sochya made for an unusual artistic team.
Locating Rand, Spock relayed a request that she take care to read a different story to the two children later before dragging himself away from his son and back to work.
~
When Spock returned several hours later to retrieve Sochya, he arrived at the same time McCoy was picking up Maras.
Sochya chattered excitedly to the doctor, "Father read story. Story about mehim. See, mehim." Sochya was holding up the PADD, pointing at the picture he'd shown Spock earlier.
On McCoy's other side, Maras was showing off her newest model. It looked to Spock much like an earth species walrus, he would be interested to see it painted by Sochya later.
"Sochya," Spock called, getting his son's attention. Sochya grinned, running over to latch onto Spock's legs, hugging him tightly.
"Father, read me?"
"I see no printed word on you, but I will read to you soon. We must get you bathed and fed first."
"Daddy listen meyou?" He asked hopefully.
"Daddy is very busy, but he will try to join us."
"Daddy listen meyou." Sochya said with emphasis. Try as he might to correct Sochya's plural pronouns, the young boy still insisted on splicing two singular pronouns. Spock suspected Jim was surreptitiously encouraging the mistake because he found it illogically 'cute.'
~
After dinner, Jim really was too busy, but he insisted anyway. He could never resist a request from their son, and neither could Spock.
So it was, that Spock found himself seated in the rocking chair, holding an oversized PADD up for his audience to see as Jim sat in the middle of the small rug arms wrapped tightly around Sochya's middle as the two watched, enraptured as Spock began his story.
The story was about a father and son going out to pick berries. The Two elves needing ingredients to make a pie. Finding incremental numbers of berries and other fruit. Each page displaying an equivalent number of the found fruits. Although, Spock questioned the logic in a pie made with two apples, five bananas and ten blueberries, amongst the collection of necessary ingredients.
At the end of the story, Sochya yawned happily, lying back against Jim's chest.
"That was a good story, wasn't it?"
"Yeah..." Sochya mumbled, eyes drifting closed.
"I think someone's ready for bed." Jim said, kissing Sochya's head.
Spock helped Jim up so he didn't have to put Sochya down, walking his two favorite people to the nursery where Jim tucked Sochya in.
"I love you, sweet Sochya. Good night."
"G'nigh'," Sochya mumbled.
Outside the nursery, Spock clutched Jim close, planting a fierce kiss on his husband's lips before wrapping his arms loosely around the hips that cradled the growing form of their next child. Spock pressed their foreheads together, feeling the swell of Jim's belly pressing against his own abdomen.
"I don't have time," Jim said sadly, rubbing a hand over Spock's back.
"I know; I simply wished to convey to you my love."
Jim smiled, swallowing tightly. "Oh, Spock. I love you too."
"Let me help you."
"Always." Jim said, meaning more than just with his extra work now.
Reluctantly, they pulled apart, working side by side late into the night.
Author: chibinecco
Universe/Series: ST: XI
Rating: All Audiences/G
Relationship status: Established
Word count: ~1300
Genre: fluff, humor
Tropes: family, mpreg (for this installment)
Warnings: mpreg
Summary: A few milestone firsts in Sochya's life as Kirk and Spock begin preparations for expanding their little family even more.
Notes: Sequel to Due Dates, A RP with chibinecco and diane_kepler. Each installment is completely stand alone, but a collection of them can be viewed here.
Spock entered his quarters to find his mate and son asleep together in Jim's favorite chair. Sochya's little arm resting over the growing curve of Jim's pregnancy, the two of them snoring softly.
With a soft smile, Spock went over and carefully removed the PADD from Jim's lax fingers, turning it on to see what his two boys had been reading. An ancient Terran book of nursery rhymes appeared, the displayed page showed the words to "Hickory Dickory Dock" and a moving picture of a mouse running around the face of a clock before he turned it back off and set it beside Jim's empty water glass.
Kneeling beside his bondmate, Spock gently laid a hand over Jim's wrist, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand until he shifted awake.
"Mm? Oh, hi Spock." Jim yawned, taking his hand back so he could rub at his face. "What time is it?"
"1500 hours. When you first proposed the concept of nap time. I was under the impression the added rest was to help our son to manage his energy levels through sleep. Was I mistaken?"
Jim smirked. "There might be a certain amount of mutual napping. He couldn't get to sleep, had a bit of a tummy ache, I think it was those cookies Rand made, one too many."
Sochya snuggled his face against Jim's armpit before turning to look up at his fathers. "What happen?"
"You fell asleep, Sweet Sochya," Jim said softly
"Oh. More book."
Jim laughed. "I'm sorry, little one, but I've gotta get back to work. How are you feeling?"
Sochya paused as he rubbed a hand over his belly to assess his earlier tummy ache. "Gooder."
"That's good. I'm glad you feel better." Jim said patiently. "Now. It's play time for little vulcans so your daddies can get some work done."
"More book." Sochya protested.
"Here." Jim handed the PADD to Sochya. "You can take it with you to Rand. She'll be happy to read you some stories."
There was a delay as Sochya processed everything before he grinned up at Jim, clutching the PADD. "Rand pretty. Rand read good."
Jim laughed, handing Sochya off to Spock, who hugged his son close, leaning down to kiss his mate. "I will take him."
"Thanks. I was planning to use his nap to practice for that speech I'm supposed to give tomorrow. Got a lot of catching up to do."
Carrying Sochya down the hall, Spock watched his son from the corner of his eye as he flipped through the different short stories and rhymes on the PADD.
"Look!" Sochya pointed at the display. "It meyou!"
Spock looked down. "The drawing does resemble us," He said. And it did. From what he could glean from the page, it was a story about an elf and his father going berry picking. The dark, short haircuts looked a lot like Spock and his son. The boy in the story a bit older than Sochya himself, but there was a definite resemblance.
"Read to me." Sochya said excitedly.
"I am sure Yeoman Rand will be amenable to reading that story to you, Sochya."
"No, want you." Sochya insisted.
"Sochya, I cannot read that to you now. I have to work."
"Read later?" They had arrived at the room Jim had arranged to be used as a daycare.
With the birth of their child, and the tricky political nature of a Vulcan child after the fiasco that had been Nero, Starfleet had begun to reassess their policies on families in space. Gaila's daughter, Maras, was currently the only other child on the ship, a recent addition despite McCoy's protests. She was sitting at the drawing table working on a paper mache craft. The room was decorated with several such creations.
"Yes, I will read that story for you later," Spock agreed.
Maras interrupted Sochya's reply, calling him over to paint her creation from the day before as it was now dry. Spock admired the newest fully finished piece of his son's hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A saucer spaceship that Maras had carefully constructed, Sochya had painted a pink face with blue eyes and yellow hair across the bottom; stars and planets decorated the top.
Spock smiled at at it, reaching up to turn it and get a better look at the different planets Many of them had unrealistically large rings orbiting them. One such had rings going vertically and horizontally, a physical impossibility as the orbits would conflict logistically. He felt pride in his son's creativity well up in him. Maras and Sochya made for an unusual artistic team.
Locating Rand, Spock relayed a request that she take care to read a different story to the two children later before dragging himself away from his son and back to work.
~
When Spock returned several hours later to retrieve Sochya, he arrived at the same time McCoy was picking up Maras.
Sochya chattered excitedly to the doctor, "Father read story. Story about mehim. See, mehim." Sochya was holding up the PADD, pointing at the picture he'd shown Spock earlier.
On McCoy's other side, Maras was showing off her newest model. It looked to Spock much like an earth species walrus, he would be interested to see it painted by Sochya later.
"Sochya," Spock called, getting his son's attention. Sochya grinned, running over to latch onto Spock's legs, hugging him tightly.
"Father, read me?"
"I see no printed word on you, but I will read to you soon. We must get you bathed and fed first."
"Daddy listen meyou?" He asked hopefully.
"Daddy is very busy, but he will try to join us."
"Daddy listen meyou." Sochya said with emphasis. Try as he might to correct Sochya's plural pronouns, the young boy still insisted on splicing two singular pronouns. Spock suspected Jim was surreptitiously encouraging the mistake because he found it illogically 'cute.'
~
After dinner, Jim really was too busy, but he insisted anyway. He could never resist a request from their son, and neither could Spock.
So it was, that Spock found himself seated in the rocking chair, holding an oversized PADD up for his audience to see as Jim sat in the middle of the small rug arms wrapped tightly around Sochya's middle as the two watched, enraptured as Spock began his story.
The story was about a father and son going out to pick berries. The Two elves needing ingredients to make a pie. Finding incremental numbers of berries and other fruit. Each page displaying an equivalent number of the found fruits. Although, Spock questioned the logic in a pie made with two apples, five bananas and ten blueberries, amongst the collection of necessary ingredients.
At the end of the story, Sochya yawned happily, lying back against Jim's chest.
"That was a good story, wasn't it?"
"Yeah..." Sochya mumbled, eyes drifting closed.
"I think someone's ready for bed." Jim said, kissing Sochya's head.
Spock helped Jim up so he didn't have to put Sochya down, walking his two favorite people to the nursery where Jim tucked Sochya in.
"I love you, sweet Sochya. Good night."
"G'nigh'," Sochya mumbled.
Outside the nursery, Spock clutched Jim close, planting a fierce kiss on his husband's lips before wrapping his arms loosely around the hips that cradled the growing form of their next child. Spock pressed their foreheads together, feeling the swell of Jim's belly pressing against his own abdomen.
"I don't have time," Jim said sadly, rubbing a hand over Spock's back.
"I know; I simply wished to convey to you my love."
Jim smiled, swallowing tightly. "Oh, Spock. I love you too."
"Let me help you."
"Always." Jim said, meaning more than just with his extra work now.
Reluctantly, they pulled apart, working side by side late into the night.