Fic: The Daughter
Title: The Daughter
Universe: AU
Rating: R
Relationship status: established relationship
Word count: 4719
Genre: fluff, angst
Trope: family, mpreg, kid fic
Warning: MPREG, language, talk of sex, fluff, possessiveness.
A/N: Set in Sorenverse. You guys asked for it, so here it is. There is a lot of possessive!Spock and Soren in this.
Summary: Jim struggles through his second pregnancy with both a husband and a son being constantly protective of him.
The Daughter
Soren walked into sick bay, a PADD tucked under his small arm as he headed over to where McCoy was sitting, bent over work.
“Doctor McCoy, as you are aware, my father is pregnant,” Soren said as McCoy looked up, his eyes travelling around his sick bay before fixing on Soren.
“Where’s Rand? She should be supervising you,” McCoy snapped, looking at him disapprovingly.
“Humans become distracted easily. She did not realise I was leaving,” Soren said, walking up to the desk and placing his PADD on it. “I wish for your instruction as to how best take care of my father.”
“Excuse me?”
Soren gave him look that clearly showed his wonder at McCoy having a medical degree. “I want to know how to properly ensure my father’s well being during his pregnancy. For example, how many times a day should a medical tricorder be run over him to check for problems and check his temperature is within proper human parameters?”
McCoy sat forward, an innocent expression on his face as he took in the small child in front of him, the points of his ears sticking out through the black hair of his bowl cut.
“If you want to ensure your father’s care, make sure you run a tricorder over him at least ten times a day. At a minimum.” Soren got up on tippy toes, quickly typing it into his PADD with ease. “And make sure Jim only eats nutritional based foods, no chocolate, nothing with too much sugar, nothing that has a high fat content.”
McCoy watched him noting down and smirked lightly, realising he could get the kid to do anything considering Soren practically hero worshipped him.
“Don’t let him go on any away missions, make sure Spock goes. Hold on to him if you have to but it’ll save me a lot of trouble if he just stops beaming down and getting himself turned into fruit accidentally.” Soren nodded, looking at McCoy eagerly.
“Follow him around,” McCoy said casually, hoping Soren couldn’t tell he was making it up as he went along. “It’s your job to make sure he’s constantly protected. You can get away with stuff that Spock can’t so make sure you don’t leave his side ever. Even when he’s on the bridge, just stay with him. You never know when Jim’s going to do something stupid.”
Soren was noting it all down with nods of his head, eyes flicking over the screen before giving McCoy a grateful quirk of his lips and trotting off to hunt down his father.
It lasted an hour before Jim strode into the sick bay, his face thunderous as Soren walked in close behind him. “Bones, my son is protective enough, can you please tell him that being by my side isn’t necessary? I tried to get Spock to help but he decided not to comment.”
McCoy let out a sigh and turned to Soren. “I was just messing with you, kid.”
Soren actually looked slightly heartbroken at being lied to and turned around, walking out of sick bay quickly. Jim sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You know you’re going to have to let him play with some medical equipment to make him like you again.”
“I know,” McCoy said with a nod.
Jim quickly turned and caught up with Soren who was walking as quickly as his small legs could carry him.
“Hey, he was playing a joke in his own way,” Jim said, rounding Soren and stopping.
“I do not like people lying to me because of my age,” Soren said, sounding vulnerable.
“I know. Bones was just playing with you, that’s all.” Jim crouched down, giving Soren a reassuring smile.
Soren gave him a sad expression which tugged at Jim’s heart as he leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, I’ll let you run a tricorder over me.”
Soren immediately cheered up and followed Jim down the corridor to his quarters.
…
Jim let out an annoyed hum as he woke up, feeling cold from the lack of cover over his body. He put his hand over Spock’s, which was holding him tightly, and moved his back against his husband’s front, looking for warmth.
Jim still felt cold, even as he felt Spock’s body press against him. He opened his eyes and let out a surprised yell, his body jumping back as Spock went into full on protective mode and clung hold of Jim almost painfully tight, a low growl emanating from his chest as he looked around.
Jim put his hand over his chest as he glared over to the side of the bed where Soren was standing, a tricorder in one hand and an innocent expression on his face. He looked down the bed to see the cover bunched up at the end from where Soren had moved it so he had access to Jim’s body.
“What have we said about watching me when I sleep?” Jim snapped, looking at his son and trying to get Spock to loosen his grip on his body.
“I was merely observing your temperature. It should be done regularly and there was no proof that my other father has been properly checking your well being.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “Go back to bed now,” he ordered as he leant down to pull the cover up and pushed it against Jim’s lap.
Jim lay back down, Spock tucking the cover around his body and curling himself around his back protectively, his grip tighter than usual.
“May I remain in the bedroom to ensure no one harms him?” Soren asked, not shifting from his place next to Jim’s side of the bed.
“Oh god, he’s worse than you,” Jim mumbled to Spock quietly, pushing his face into the pillow.
“I am here to ensure no one harms him, please go back to bed,” Spock said, his voice deep with sleep as he nuzzled into the back of Jim’s neck.
“Very well. I shall be back in two hours to monitor his temperature and progress of the child.”
Jim groaned. “No you will not. Go to bed until morning. Got it?”
Soren pouted and bowed his head as he turned and walked out of their bedroom.
Jim was woken two hours later when Soren accidentally dropped his tricorder on his arm.
….
“Soren, I’m showering,” Jim said, tilting his head back and allowing the water to slide down his neck before shaking his head and looking over to where Soren was standing, his eyes firmly on the floor of the shower.
“You insist on taking water showers which increases the likelihood of you slipping and falling which could damage you and your child.”
Jim chuckled, running his hands through the wet strands of his hair. “I’m just having a shower. I won’t slip, you don’t need to worry.”
“A sonic shower is more efficient in cleansing the body.”
Jim sighed, looking over to where Soren was still staring at the bottom of the shower, where the water was gathering.
“Look, your dad doesn’t mind and he’s more intelligent than you because he’s a grown up, so it makes sense to leave it.”
Soren stared at him. “Father told me to come in here and repeat my views on your bathing habits as he agrees that a water shower poses more risks to you and your child.”
Jim shook his head rapidly, water droplets splashing away from his face. “I’m going to kill him,” Jim muttered under his breath. He knew it would happen, that Spock would start using their son as a way of projecting his own insecurities and possessive behaviours, but Jim thought he had a good few months before that started happening.
…
Jim reclined in one of the observation decks, his legs stretching out in front of him as he released a long sigh of relaxation, pleased by the quiet environment and the lack of protective family.
His eyes were shut in bliss and his body relaxed when the door opened and Spock strode in, Soren very close behind with a PADD in his hands.
“It is important to ensure you are aware of your mate’s whereabouts at all times,” Spock said down to Soren, who was taking notes. Jim had to smirk at the way Soren took everything like it was a lesson, and Spock was a very eager teacher. “Even when they do not want to be found.” Spock quirked a pointed eyebrow.
“I just came here for a little bit of quiet,” Jim said, stretching his arms up above his head and yawning before bringing his hand down to his still flat stomach.
“It is quiet in our quarters,” Spock said, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Yeah, I know, but here I don’t have the two of you staring at me constantly.”
“We are merely ensuring your safety,” Spock said, sounding slightly put out that he’d had to roam the Enterprise in search of his husband.
Jim got to his feet and rolled his eyes as he headed for the door.
“We will escort you back to your quarters,” Soren said formally, reaching up and taking Jim’s hand in his.
Jim smiled down at his son, finding possessiveness far more adorable on Soren than on Spock.
…
Jim looked out of the window, an overwhelming feeling of loss and pain running through him as he stared out to the blue sky of Earth. He felt strong arms slide around him from behind and he immediately fell back against Spock’s chest.
“I never thought I’d end up doing the whole domestic thing,” Jim admitted quietly, his stomach clenching painfully at the thought of what he was missing.
“It is a different type of adventure,” Spock said, reassuring him as he laid a kiss on Jim’s neck.
“I know, but I’m going to miss the Enterprise, and our crew, and all of it really,” Jim said sadly, eyes downcast.
“We can go on trips once our children are old enough,” Spock suggested.
“Yeah, I know we can, but it won’t be the same,” Jim said. “I’m going to go out into the garden and see where Soren has got to.” Jim turned, giving Spock another kiss, this time on the lips, before strolling through their new house, letting his fingers run along the counter top before opening the door out into the large garden.
Jim frowned when he couldn’t locate Soren and so walked around the side of the house to the front, where he found Soren standing by one of the fences bordering their next door neighbour’s garden, with a tall, well built man.
“This is Mr Williamson, he is our neighbour,” Soren stated as Jim approached, putting his hands in his pocket as he let his gaze run over the man with a sliver of appreciation.
“Hey,” he said, walking over from his side of the fence, his eyes trained on Jim. “I’m Dylan.” Jim tried not to stare as Dylan smiled, his brown eyes lighting up as he looked at Jim.
Jim quickly smiled and shook his hand. “Hey.”
“I know you from somewhere,” Dylan said, looking Jim up and down in a way that made Jim’s blood rush to his face, and a few other places.
“He was Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise,” Soren stated, not even trying to hide his pride.
“I’m becoming an Admiral… soon,” Jim said with a nervous laugh as Dylan’s eyes lit up in recognition.
“I remember all the press and shabang around you and the Nero incident. You’re a hero,” Dylan said with a pleasant smile, before letting his eyes drop to Jim’s chest appreciatively. “I was just getting introduced to your son. He wants to start a garden with some rare flowers so I said I’d help him, if that’s alright by you?”
“No, it’s fine. It’ll keep him out of harms way for a little while,” Jim said, patting Soren’s shoulder gently. Dylan nodded with a smile as his eyes roamed Jim’s body heatedly.
“It must be difficult for you,” Dylan said gently, his voice smooth and touched with sympathy. He took a step closer to Jim.
“Difficult?” Jim swallowed.
“Being a single father?” Dylan said warmly, leaning forward to pick a leaf gently off Jim’s shirt and letting his hand linger by one of the buttons.
Jim blinked. “I’m not-”
“He is not a single father,” Spock snapped, walking over to Jim with an irritated look, like Jim was a child that couldn’t be left unsupervised for five minutes. “He is my bondmate and we are expecting another child so I would prefer it if you kept your hands to yourself.”
Dylan actually looked frightened by the imposing Vulcan and immediately stepped back, his hands flying up in apology. “Woah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. Won’t happen again, I’m really sorry.” With that, he turned and hastily went back to his own house, glancing back at them.
“Nice guy,” Jim said casually, all too used to seeing the look of fear in people’s faces when Spock shot them a possessive glare.
“Mr Williamson is going to help me plant some flowers,” Soren said, tearing Spock’s attention away from Jim.
“Another lesson,” Spock started, staring at Soren. “Please do not introduce Jim to men without me there whilst he is pregnant as I would be displeased if one attempted to proposition him.”
Soren quickly nodded obediently and Jim sighed. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do, I do not trust others around you however,” Spock replied, eyes intense as he took Jim’s hand in his and tugged him toward the house.
….
Jim looked down at his obvious belly as they wandered around one of the baby shops, with Spock and Soren staring at some of the toys with a look of complete dismay and bafflement.
“Why would a child want a cuddly toy in the shape of a prehistoric Earth animal that lived roughly sixty-four million Earth years ago?” Soren asked, picking up a Tyrannosaurus toy and glaring at it.
“Children aren’t that picky,” Jim answered, using one of shop computers to browse interactively. “Well, you were when you learnt how to talk.”
“You gave me a toy in the shape of a human dog. I did not see the point. I would have preferred a real lion cub.”
Jim looked up and exchanged a long suffering look with Spock over Soren’s head.
“Can I help you?” a young woman asked with a pleasant smile on her face. She looked at Jim’s stomach and her eyes widened with fascination. “Can I?” she asked, raising a hand and indicating a wish to put her hand on Jim’s rounded stomach.
Spock and Soren were next to him in under a second, matching looks of anger and disgust on their faces. Spock quickly dropped his face to impassive, but Soren carried on glaring at her like she’d just asked to bash Jim’s stomach in with her fists.
“Do not touch him,” Soren snarled, swatting her hands away from Jim’s body viciously.
Jim’s eyes widened, still finding Soren’s aggressiveness highly disturbing when it came out. Jim had been warned that where as Spock was able to suppress the basic protective urges to some extent, Soren was still too young, which meant he often became highly possessive very quickly and would lash out without warning in certain situations.
“Soren,” Jim said in a low warning tone. Jim turned to the shop assistant who seemed genuinely rattled by the look on Soren’s face. “He doesn’t mean it; he’s just a bit protective.”
“I do mean it,” Soren said tightly, grabbing hold of Jim’s hand quickly. The shop assistant rapidly backed away, her eyes still wide with shock.
Jim turned to Soren, his eyes flashing, before looking up at Spock expectantly, hoping Spock would tell him off. Spock looked calm and Jim could tell he had no issue with Soren indulging his natural urges. Jim gave a frustrated huff.
“Soren, you cannot act that way around people, do you understand me?” Jim said, putting on his best serious face and glaring down at his son.
“People should know not to touch you,” Soren said back, his voice hard.
“This is Earth. We’re not afraid to be tactile here. And if I see you speak to anyone like that again, I will take away your science lab privileges, is that understood?”
Soren nodded, looking slightly glum and a little confused as to why he was being punished for something he couldn’t help. Soren walked away a few feet to look at another toy, his body one of defeat.
Jim turned to shoot a look of complete frustration at Spock. “Thanks for the back up.”
“I have told you that he cannot help it,” Spock said calmly.
“It doesn’t mean we can’t try and make him see that he can’t treat people like that. You could have helped. Someone is going to be on the couch tonight and it’s not me,” Jim snapped at Spock, walking off down one of the aisles.
…
“Just put it in, Spock,” Jim gasped out, his fingers digging into his own knees as he held them up awkwardly as Spock lay on top of him. Spock looked down, his eyes fixing on Jim’s large stomach for a beat. “Come on.”
“You know I do not enjoy penetrating you in this position as my weight may land on our child,” Spock said seriously, letting his hand run across the large bump affectionately.
Jim threw his head back with a long sexually frustrated sigh before wrapping a hand around Spock’s neck and pulling him down against him with force. Spock quickly wrenched himself away, his eyes glancing down to where his body had made contact in concern and panic. Spock quickly ran a hand over Jim’s stomach gently, like it was the most fragile thing in the world.
“Want me to turn over?” Jim asked, feeling a lot less turned on from when they had first started.
“You would be putting weight onto your stomach,” Spock stated.
“All fours?” Jim asked, raising an eyebrow. “You know what, I’m in position, just go for it.” Jim readjusted his grip on his own legs as he held them open. Spock looked at Jim’s body again and frowned for a split second before reaching down and lining himself up, his arm holding his body off of Jim’s body.
“Surely that sleeping position cannot be safe for the child,” Soren said from the doorway. Jim couldn’t have been more grateful their comforter was covering their bottom halves.
Spock jerked back immediately, his eyes shooting to the door with a glare.
“We were just hugging,” Jim explained quickly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Perhaps you could engage in hugging in a position which does not include putting weight upon the child,” Soren commented, looking accusingly at Spock.
Spock rolled off, looking a little disgruntled and annoyed. Soren gave a nod of satisfaction and padded further into the room and picked up a tricorder from the side before climbing onto the bed and settling next to Jim. Jim had learnt from experience that the more obedient he was in letting Soren check him, the quicker he’d be left alone.
Soren ran the tricorder over his body, hovering around Jim’s belly a little longer than necessary before pulling away. Soren clambered off the bed, giving Jim a thankful nod and returning to his own room.
Jim sighed. “I’m not in the mood now.”
Spock rolled Jim onto his side and settled behind him, reaching down to run a hand over Jim’s ass as his other hand slid around Jim’s body to lie across Jim’s stomach protectively.
“I will be quick,” Spock said, squeezing Jim’s ass before lining himself up and pushing inside.
Jim chuckled and bent his leg, giving Spock more room. “Who says romance dies when you’re married?”
…
If Jim thought one overly protective part-Vulcan was difficult, two was a complete nightmare. It was the final month of pregnancy and Jim had quickly realised that Soren was working with Spock to make sure Jim didn’t so much as lift a finger. They were pretty much like partners in crime and it annoyed Jim no end.
He’d quickly deduced that Soren was reporting back to Spock when Jim attempted to get some food one day and Soren had found him at the replicator. Soren had walked away with look of annoyance before returning with Spock, who immediately took his arm and dragged him to a chair like he couldn’t be trusted to stand.
Jim had managed to persuade them both one Saturday to be allowed to sit in the garden, lounging back in the sun chair, an umbrella casting shade across his body as he relaxed. Soren was on the other side of the garden, busily planting flowers and making notes on development of others on his PADD whilst Spock did work inside, watching Jim carefully from the window.
“Nice afternoon,” Dylan said, walking around from the side of the house and greeting Jim with a friendly smile as Soren hastily got up, brushing his hands on his clothes and walking over to them.
“Tell me about it, I forgot how amazing sunshine feels,” Jim said with a smile, Dylan nodding and turning to where Soren had approached.
“How you doing little one?’”
“I am well,” Soren stated as Dylan heaved himself into the spare chair next to Jim. Soren cocked his head to the side and turned to Jim. “Should I inform father that a single male is with you who may attempt to proposition you?”
Jim snorted as Dylan raised an amused eyebrow. “That’s unnecessary,” Jim said with a wave of his hand.
“You’re getting… big,” Dylan said with a teasing smile as he looked down to the large stomach bump.
“I swear, I will cry with joy once she’s out of me and I can go back to my original size,” Jim explained, knowing Spock was watching them intently through the kitchen window with disapproval. “I can’t wait to get back to exercising and running and stuff.”
“Yeah, I remember you seemed pretty trim and fit when we first met,” Dylan said appreciatively.
Jim blushed like a fourteen year old, hating the part of him that enjoyed getting attention from someone who wasn’t his husband. “Thanks, running away from aliens gives you good muscle definition.”
Dylan gave him a large grin before it fell from his face immediately as Spock approached, his eyes dark and thunderous.
“Spock,” Dylan said with a respectful nod, aware of the Vulcan’s dislike of him. Spock just glared back at him.
“I believed you were on my property to help my son rather than flirt with Jim,” Spock said, looking down at him imposingly.
“Spock, it’s fine, we’re just chatting,” Jim explained as Spock’s jaw tightened. Soren slunk away, looking a little shameful that he hadn’t gone inside and told Spock immediately.
“I can go if you want me to,” Dylan said, putting his hands on the chair’s arms, ready to push himself up.
“Very well”- “Please stay,” Spock and Jim said at the same time. Jim shot a look up at Spock.
“Stay, honestly. I rarely get to go out to see people at the moment and Bones only comes by every now and again.”
“You sure?” Dylan asked, looking a little wary of where Spock was standing, a threatening look on his face.
“Sure, he’s harmless… most of the time,” Jim said with a playful smirk. Spock disappeared for a split second before coming back with a chair and placing it down right next to Jim’s so their chairs were touching. Spock sat down and reached over, bringing Jim’s hand into his lap as he raised a challenging eyebrow at Dylan.
Dylan sat back slightly, giving Jim a pained smile as he caught sight of the look in Spock’s eye.
…
“What is it we do then?” Spock asked Soren expectantly as they stood in the middle of the living room, Jim perching a PADD on his belly, and reading from it as he lay on the couch.
“We then contact Doctor McCoy just before transporting him to the hospital,” Soren said seriously, looking up at Spock for approval.
Spock nodded. “Once we are in the medical facility we oversee whatever interactions medical professionals have with him, both verbal and physical, as they may ask to administer certain drugs and Jim will be in no state to make an objective decision.”
“As the person in pain in this scenario, the doctor will give me what I want,” Jim said, not shifting his eyes from the PADD screen as Soren and Spock turned their heads to gaze at him.
Spock turned back to Soren. “We will ensure Jim is not given anything which could harm him or our daughter,” Spock said.
“You know, it’s the 23rd century, no one’s going to give me anything that’s going to harm the kid,” Jim said, sounding bored.
“We do not know all of your reactions to all of the pain relieving serums they may give to you, so it is logical to be careful which ones they administer,” Spock snapped, sounding a little uptight over Jim’s casual attitude toward his own health. Jim heard that tone every day on the Enterprise.
Jim rolled his eyes. “Stop being so dramatic over everything and come over here and give me a hug,” Jim said, shifting his legs around and leaving space for him on the couch. “Come on.”
Spock softened immediately and sat down next to Jim, his arm going around him protectively.
“You too,” Jim ordered, holding out his hand for Soren. “You both need to just relax over this. I’ll be fine.”
Soren walked over and slotted into the small space between Jim and the arm of the couch, curling his body into Jim’s. They remained silent for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before Jim shifted.
“Spock,” Jim said, his eyes sweeping around quickly as his stomach gave a sharp cramp. “How about we head to the hospital?”
If Jim wasn’t in so much pain, the way Soren and Spock jumped up, falling into immediate action in complete sync, would have caused him fits of laughter.
…
“She is not doing anything,” Soren said as he lay next to Jim, eyes fixed on the bundle in Jim’s arms. Soren shifted, lifting a finger, and poking the bundle in the stomach.
“What are you doing?” Jim asked, holding her closer to his chest. Soren lifted a finger and poked her again, this time a little higher.
“I was wondering if there was a point on her body which caused a significant reaction.”
“The only reaction you’re going to get is some vomit all over you,” Jim warned, adjusting his daughter as he looked down at her. Soren lifted a finger again and Jim sent him a warning look, causing Soren to quickly drop it.
“She doesn’t have an ‘on’ switch,” Jim said with a small chuckle as Spock strode in, going right over to Jim and taking one of his hands.
“I have sent a message to both my father and my counterpart informing them of the news,” Spock said, holding Jim’s hand to his lips and kissing it. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” Jim admitted, holding his face up expectantly and smiling as Spock gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Perhaps you should sleep,” Spock suggested, leaning over Jim to pull Amanda out of his arms, Jim letting her go regretfully.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jim said, yawning widely and shifting over as Soren made himself comfortable at Jim’s side. Jim let his arm go around Soren’s back, letting his fingers play in his silky hair as he felt his eyes shut.
“Father,” Soren said softly.
“Mmm?” Jim murmured, his eyes already shut.
“The last nine months have been a very exhausting time for my other father and I, and I would like some notice before you become pregnant again,” Soren said, curling his hand in Jim’s loose top possessively.
“You poor things. It must have been so very exhausting to watch me be pregnant,” Jim mumbled bitterly. “No more kids though. Two is enough.”
END
Universe: AU
Rating: R
Relationship status: established relationship
Word count: 4719
Genre: fluff, angst
Trope: family, mpreg, kid fic
Warning: MPREG, language, talk of sex, fluff, possessiveness.
A/N: Set in Sorenverse. You guys asked for it, so here it is. There is a lot of possessive!Spock and Soren in this.
Summary: Jim struggles through his second pregnancy with both a husband and a son being constantly protective of him.
The Daughter
Soren walked into sick bay, a PADD tucked under his small arm as he headed over to where McCoy was sitting, bent over work.
“Doctor McCoy, as you are aware, my father is pregnant,” Soren said as McCoy looked up, his eyes travelling around his sick bay before fixing on Soren.
“Where’s Rand? She should be supervising you,” McCoy snapped, looking at him disapprovingly.
“Humans become distracted easily. She did not realise I was leaving,” Soren said, walking up to the desk and placing his PADD on it. “I wish for your instruction as to how best take care of my father.”
“Excuse me?”
Soren gave him look that clearly showed his wonder at McCoy having a medical degree. “I want to know how to properly ensure my father’s well being during his pregnancy. For example, how many times a day should a medical tricorder be run over him to check for problems and check his temperature is within proper human parameters?”
McCoy sat forward, an innocent expression on his face as he took in the small child in front of him, the points of his ears sticking out through the black hair of his bowl cut.
“If you want to ensure your father’s care, make sure you run a tricorder over him at least ten times a day. At a minimum.” Soren got up on tippy toes, quickly typing it into his PADD with ease. “And make sure Jim only eats nutritional based foods, no chocolate, nothing with too much sugar, nothing that has a high fat content.”
McCoy watched him noting down and smirked lightly, realising he could get the kid to do anything considering Soren practically hero worshipped him.
“Don’t let him go on any away missions, make sure Spock goes. Hold on to him if you have to but it’ll save me a lot of trouble if he just stops beaming down and getting himself turned into fruit accidentally.” Soren nodded, looking at McCoy eagerly.
“Follow him around,” McCoy said casually, hoping Soren couldn’t tell he was making it up as he went along. “It’s your job to make sure he’s constantly protected. You can get away with stuff that Spock can’t so make sure you don’t leave his side ever. Even when he’s on the bridge, just stay with him. You never know when Jim’s going to do something stupid.”
Soren was noting it all down with nods of his head, eyes flicking over the screen before giving McCoy a grateful quirk of his lips and trotting off to hunt down his father.
It lasted an hour before Jim strode into the sick bay, his face thunderous as Soren walked in close behind him. “Bones, my son is protective enough, can you please tell him that being by my side isn’t necessary? I tried to get Spock to help but he decided not to comment.”
McCoy let out a sigh and turned to Soren. “I was just messing with you, kid.”
Soren actually looked slightly heartbroken at being lied to and turned around, walking out of sick bay quickly. Jim sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You know you’re going to have to let him play with some medical equipment to make him like you again.”
“I know,” McCoy said with a nod.
Jim quickly turned and caught up with Soren who was walking as quickly as his small legs could carry him.
“Hey, he was playing a joke in his own way,” Jim said, rounding Soren and stopping.
“I do not like people lying to me because of my age,” Soren said, sounding vulnerable.
“I know. Bones was just playing with you, that’s all.” Jim crouched down, giving Soren a reassuring smile.
Soren gave him a sad expression which tugged at Jim’s heart as he leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, I’ll let you run a tricorder over me.”
Soren immediately cheered up and followed Jim down the corridor to his quarters.
…
Jim let out an annoyed hum as he woke up, feeling cold from the lack of cover over his body. He put his hand over Spock’s, which was holding him tightly, and moved his back against his husband’s front, looking for warmth.
Jim still felt cold, even as he felt Spock’s body press against him. He opened his eyes and let out a surprised yell, his body jumping back as Spock went into full on protective mode and clung hold of Jim almost painfully tight, a low growl emanating from his chest as he looked around.
Jim put his hand over his chest as he glared over to the side of the bed where Soren was standing, a tricorder in one hand and an innocent expression on his face. He looked down the bed to see the cover bunched up at the end from where Soren had moved it so he had access to Jim’s body.
“What have we said about watching me when I sleep?” Jim snapped, looking at his son and trying to get Spock to loosen his grip on his body.
“I was merely observing your temperature. It should be done regularly and there was no proof that my other father has been properly checking your well being.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “Go back to bed now,” he ordered as he leant down to pull the cover up and pushed it against Jim’s lap.
Jim lay back down, Spock tucking the cover around his body and curling himself around his back protectively, his grip tighter than usual.
“May I remain in the bedroom to ensure no one harms him?” Soren asked, not shifting from his place next to Jim’s side of the bed.
“Oh god, he’s worse than you,” Jim mumbled to Spock quietly, pushing his face into the pillow.
“I am here to ensure no one harms him, please go back to bed,” Spock said, his voice deep with sleep as he nuzzled into the back of Jim’s neck.
“Very well. I shall be back in two hours to monitor his temperature and progress of the child.”
Jim groaned. “No you will not. Go to bed until morning. Got it?”
Soren pouted and bowed his head as he turned and walked out of their bedroom.
Jim was woken two hours later when Soren accidentally dropped his tricorder on his arm.
….
“Soren, I’m showering,” Jim said, tilting his head back and allowing the water to slide down his neck before shaking his head and looking over to where Soren was standing, his eyes firmly on the floor of the shower.
“You insist on taking water showers which increases the likelihood of you slipping and falling which could damage you and your child.”
Jim chuckled, running his hands through the wet strands of his hair. “I’m just having a shower. I won’t slip, you don’t need to worry.”
“A sonic shower is more efficient in cleansing the body.”
Jim sighed, looking over to where Soren was still staring at the bottom of the shower, where the water was gathering.
“Look, your dad doesn’t mind and he’s more intelligent than you because he’s a grown up, so it makes sense to leave it.”
Soren stared at him. “Father told me to come in here and repeat my views on your bathing habits as he agrees that a water shower poses more risks to you and your child.”
Jim shook his head rapidly, water droplets splashing away from his face. “I’m going to kill him,” Jim muttered under his breath. He knew it would happen, that Spock would start using their son as a way of projecting his own insecurities and possessive behaviours, but Jim thought he had a good few months before that started happening.
…
Jim reclined in one of the observation decks, his legs stretching out in front of him as he released a long sigh of relaxation, pleased by the quiet environment and the lack of protective family.
His eyes were shut in bliss and his body relaxed when the door opened and Spock strode in, Soren very close behind with a PADD in his hands.
“It is important to ensure you are aware of your mate’s whereabouts at all times,” Spock said down to Soren, who was taking notes. Jim had to smirk at the way Soren took everything like it was a lesson, and Spock was a very eager teacher. “Even when they do not want to be found.” Spock quirked a pointed eyebrow.
“I just came here for a little bit of quiet,” Jim said, stretching his arms up above his head and yawning before bringing his hand down to his still flat stomach.
“It is quiet in our quarters,” Spock said, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Yeah, I know, but here I don’t have the two of you staring at me constantly.”
“We are merely ensuring your safety,” Spock said, sounding slightly put out that he’d had to roam the Enterprise in search of his husband.
Jim got to his feet and rolled his eyes as he headed for the door.
“We will escort you back to your quarters,” Soren said formally, reaching up and taking Jim’s hand in his.
Jim smiled down at his son, finding possessiveness far more adorable on Soren than on Spock.
…
Jim looked out of the window, an overwhelming feeling of loss and pain running through him as he stared out to the blue sky of Earth. He felt strong arms slide around him from behind and he immediately fell back against Spock’s chest.
“I never thought I’d end up doing the whole domestic thing,” Jim admitted quietly, his stomach clenching painfully at the thought of what he was missing.
“It is a different type of adventure,” Spock said, reassuring him as he laid a kiss on Jim’s neck.
“I know, but I’m going to miss the Enterprise, and our crew, and all of it really,” Jim said sadly, eyes downcast.
“We can go on trips once our children are old enough,” Spock suggested.
“Yeah, I know we can, but it won’t be the same,” Jim said. “I’m going to go out into the garden and see where Soren has got to.” Jim turned, giving Spock another kiss, this time on the lips, before strolling through their new house, letting his fingers run along the counter top before opening the door out into the large garden.
Jim frowned when he couldn’t locate Soren and so walked around the side of the house to the front, where he found Soren standing by one of the fences bordering their next door neighbour’s garden, with a tall, well built man.
“This is Mr Williamson, he is our neighbour,” Soren stated as Jim approached, putting his hands in his pocket as he let his gaze run over the man with a sliver of appreciation.
“Hey,” he said, walking over from his side of the fence, his eyes trained on Jim. “I’m Dylan.” Jim tried not to stare as Dylan smiled, his brown eyes lighting up as he looked at Jim.
Jim quickly smiled and shook his hand. “Hey.”
“I know you from somewhere,” Dylan said, looking Jim up and down in a way that made Jim’s blood rush to his face, and a few other places.
“He was Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise,” Soren stated, not even trying to hide his pride.
“I’m becoming an Admiral… soon,” Jim said with a nervous laugh as Dylan’s eyes lit up in recognition.
“I remember all the press and shabang around you and the Nero incident. You’re a hero,” Dylan said with a pleasant smile, before letting his eyes drop to Jim’s chest appreciatively. “I was just getting introduced to your son. He wants to start a garden with some rare flowers so I said I’d help him, if that’s alright by you?”
“No, it’s fine. It’ll keep him out of harms way for a little while,” Jim said, patting Soren’s shoulder gently. Dylan nodded with a smile as his eyes roamed Jim’s body heatedly.
“It must be difficult for you,” Dylan said gently, his voice smooth and touched with sympathy. He took a step closer to Jim.
“Difficult?” Jim swallowed.
“Being a single father?” Dylan said warmly, leaning forward to pick a leaf gently off Jim’s shirt and letting his hand linger by one of the buttons.
Jim blinked. “I’m not-”
“He is not a single father,” Spock snapped, walking over to Jim with an irritated look, like Jim was a child that couldn’t be left unsupervised for five minutes. “He is my bondmate and we are expecting another child so I would prefer it if you kept your hands to yourself.”
Dylan actually looked frightened by the imposing Vulcan and immediately stepped back, his hands flying up in apology. “Woah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. Won’t happen again, I’m really sorry.” With that, he turned and hastily went back to his own house, glancing back at them.
“Nice guy,” Jim said casually, all too used to seeing the look of fear in people’s faces when Spock shot them a possessive glare.
“Mr Williamson is going to help me plant some flowers,” Soren said, tearing Spock’s attention away from Jim.
“Another lesson,” Spock started, staring at Soren. “Please do not introduce Jim to men without me there whilst he is pregnant as I would be displeased if one attempted to proposition him.”
Soren quickly nodded obediently and Jim sighed. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do, I do not trust others around you however,” Spock replied, eyes intense as he took Jim’s hand in his and tugged him toward the house.
….
Jim looked down at his obvious belly as they wandered around one of the baby shops, with Spock and Soren staring at some of the toys with a look of complete dismay and bafflement.
“Why would a child want a cuddly toy in the shape of a prehistoric Earth animal that lived roughly sixty-four million Earth years ago?” Soren asked, picking up a Tyrannosaurus toy and glaring at it.
“Children aren’t that picky,” Jim answered, using one of shop computers to browse interactively. “Well, you were when you learnt how to talk.”
“You gave me a toy in the shape of a human dog. I did not see the point. I would have preferred a real lion cub.”
Jim looked up and exchanged a long suffering look with Spock over Soren’s head.
“Can I help you?” a young woman asked with a pleasant smile on her face. She looked at Jim’s stomach and her eyes widened with fascination. “Can I?” she asked, raising a hand and indicating a wish to put her hand on Jim’s rounded stomach.
Spock and Soren were next to him in under a second, matching looks of anger and disgust on their faces. Spock quickly dropped his face to impassive, but Soren carried on glaring at her like she’d just asked to bash Jim’s stomach in with her fists.
“Do not touch him,” Soren snarled, swatting her hands away from Jim’s body viciously.
Jim’s eyes widened, still finding Soren’s aggressiveness highly disturbing when it came out. Jim had been warned that where as Spock was able to suppress the basic protective urges to some extent, Soren was still too young, which meant he often became highly possessive very quickly and would lash out without warning in certain situations.
“Soren,” Jim said in a low warning tone. Jim turned to the shop assistant who seemed genuinely rattled by the look on Soren’s face. “He doesn’t mean it; he’s just a bit protective.”
“I do mean it,” Soren said tightly, grabbing hold of Jim’s hand quickly. The shop assistant rapidly backed away, her eyes still wide with shock.
Jim turned to Soren, his eyes flashing, before looking up at Spock expectantly, hoping Spock would tell him off. Spock looked calm and Jim could tell he had no issue with Soren indulging his natural urges. Jim gave a frustrated huff.
“Soren, you cannot act that way around people, do you understand me?” Jim said, putting on his best serious face and glaring down at his son.
“People should know not to touch you,” Soren said back, his voice hard.
“This is Earth. We’re not afraid to be tactile here. And if I see you speak to anyone like that again, I will take away your science lab privileges, is that understood?”
Soren nodded, looking slightly glum and a little confused as to why he was being punished for something he couldn’t help. Soren walked away a few feet to look at another toy, his body one of defeat.
Jim turned to shoot a look of complete frustration at Spock. “Thanks for the back up.”
“I have told you that he cannot help it,” Spock said calmly.
“It doesn’t mean we can’t try and make him see that he can’t treat people like that. You could have helped. Someone is going to be on the couch tonight and it’s not me,” Jim snapped at Spock, walking off down one of the aisles.
…
“Just put it in, Spock,” Jim gasped out, his fingers digging into his own knees as he held them up awkwardly as Spock lay on top of him. Spock looked down, his eyes fixing on Jim’s large stomach for a beat. “Come on.”
“You know I do not enjoy penetrating you in this position as my weight may land on our child,” Spock said seriously, letting his hand run across the large bump affectionately.
Jim threw his head back with a long sexually frustrated sigh before wrapping a hand around Spock’s neck and pulling him down against him with force. Spock quickly wrenched himself away, his eyes glancing down to where his body had made contact in concern and panic. Spock quickly ran a hand over Jim’s stomach gently, like it was the most fragile thing in the world.
“Want me to turn over?” Jim asked, feeling a lot less turned on from when they had first started.
“You would be putting weight onto your stomach,” Spock stated.
“All fours?” Jim asked, raising an eyebrow. “You know what, I’m in position, just go for it.” Jim readjusted his grip on his own legs as he held them open. Spock looked at Jim’s body again and frowned for a split second before reaching down and lining himself up, his arm holding his body off of Jim’s body.
“Surely that sleeping position cannot be safe for the child,” Soren said from the doorway. Jim couldn’t have been more grateful their comforter was covering their bottom halves.
Spock jerked back immediately, his eyes shooting to the door with a glare.
“We were just hugging,” Jim explained quickly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Perhaps you could engage in hugging in a position which does not include putting weight upon the child,” Soren commented, looking accusingly at Spock.
Spock rolled off, looking a little disgruntled and annoyed. Soren gave a nod of satisfaction and padded further into the room and picked up a tricorder from the side before climbing onto the bed and settling next to Jim. Jim had learnt from experience that the more obedient he was in letting Soren check him, the quicker he’d be left alone.
Soren ran the tricorder over his body, hovering around Jim’s belly a little longer than necessary before pulling away. Soren clambered off the bed, giving Jim a thankful nod and returning to his own room.
Jim sighed. “I’m not in the mood now.”
Spock rolled Jim onto his side and settled behind him, reaching down to run a hand over Jim’s ass as his other hand slid around Jim’s body to lie across Jim’s stomach protectively.
“I will be quick,” Spock said, squeezing Jim’s ass before lining himself up and pushing inside.
Jim chuckled and bent his leg, giving Spock more room. “Who says romance dies when you’re married?”
…
If Jim thought one overly protective part-Vulcan was difficult, two was a complete nightmare. It was the final month of pregnancy and Jim had quickly realised that Soren was working with Spock to make sure Jim didn’t so much as lift a finger. They were pretty much like partners in crime and it annoyed Jim no end.
He’d quickly deduced that Soren was reporting back to Spock when Jim attempted to get some food one day and Soren had found him at the replicator. Soren had walked away with look of annoyance before returning with Spock, who immediately took his arm and dragged him to a chair like he couldn’t be trusted to stand.
Jim had managed to persuade them both one Saturday to be allowed to sit in the garden, lounging back in the sun chair, an umbrella casting shade across his body as he relaxed. Soren was on the other side of the garden, busily planting flowers and making notes on development of others on his PADD whilst Spock did work inside, watching Jim carefully from the window.
“Nice afternoon,” Dylan said, walking around from the side of the house and greeting Jim with a friendly smile as Soren hastily got up, brushing his hands on his clothes and walking over to them.
“Tell me about it, I forgot how amazing sunshine feels,” Jim said with a smile, Dylan nodding and turning to where Soren had approached.
“How you doing little one?’”
“I am well,” Soren stated as Dylan heaved himself into the spare chair next to Jim. Soren cocked his head to the side and turned to Jim. “Should I inform father that a single male is with you who may attempt to proposition you?”
Jim snorted as Dylan raised an amused eyebrow. “That’s unnecessary,” Jim said with a wave of his hand.
“You’re getting… big,” Dylan said with a teasing smile as he looked down to the large stomach bump.
“I swear, I will cry with joy once she’s out of me and I can go back to my original size,” Jim explained, knowing Spock was watching them intently through the kitchen window with disapproval. “I can’t wait to get back to exercising and running and stuff.”
“Yeah, I remember you seemed pretty trim and fit when we first met,” Dylan said appreciatively.
Jim blushed like a fourteen year old, hating the part of him that enjoyed getting attention from someone who wasn’t his husband. “Thanks, running away from aliens gives you good muscle definition.”
Dylan gave him a large grin before it fell from his face immediately as Spock approached, his eyes dark and thunderous.
“Spock,” Dylan said with a respectful nod, aware of the Vulcan’s dislike of him. Spock just glared back at him.
“I believed you were on my property to help my son rather than flirt with Jim,” Spock said, looking down at him imposingly.
“Spock, it’s fine, we’re just chatting,” Jim explained as Spock’s jaw tightened. Soren slunk away, looking a little shameful that he hadn’t gone inside and told Spock immediately.
“I can go if you want me to,” Dylan said, putting his hands on the chair’s arms, ready to push himself up.
“Very well”- “Please stay,” Spock and Jim said at the same time. Jim shot a look up at Spock.
“Stay, honestly. I rarely get to go out to see people at the moment and Bones only comes by every now and again.”
“You sure?” Dylan asked, looking a little wary of where Spock was standing, a threatening look on his face.
“Sure, he’s harmless… most of the time,” Jim said with a playful smirk. Spock disappeared for a split second before coming back with a chair and placing it down right next to Jim’s so their chairs were touching. Spock sat down and reached over, bringing Jim’s hand into his lap as he raised a challenging eyebrow at Dylan.
Dylan sat back slightly, giving Jim a pained smile as he caught sight of the look in Spock’s eye.
…
“What is it we do then?” Spock asked Soren expectantly as they stood in the middle of the living room, Jim perching a PADD on his belly, and reading from it as he lay on the couch.
“We then contact Doctor McCoy just before transporting him to the hospital,” Soren said seriously, looking up at Spock for approval.
Spock nodded. “Once we are in the medical facility we oversee whatever interactions medical professionals have with him, both verbal and physical, as they may ask to administer certain drugs and Jim will be in no state to make an objective decision.”
“As the person in pain in this scenario, the doctor will give me what I want,” Jim said, not shifting his eyes from the PADD screen as Soren and Spock turned their heads to gaze at him.
Spock turned back to Soren. “We will ensure Jim is not given anything which could harm him or our daughter,” Spock said.
“You know, it’s the 23rd century, no one’s going to give me anything that’s going to harm the kid,” Jim said, sounding bored.
“We do not know all of your reactions to all of the pain relieving serums they may give to you, so it is logical to be careful which ones they administer,” Spock snapped, sounding a little uptight over Jim’s casual attitude toward his own health. Jim heard that tone every day on the Enterprise.
Jim rolled his eyes. “Stop being so dramatic over everything and come over here and give me a hug,” Jim said, shifting his legs around and leaving space for him on the couch. “Come on.”
Spock softened immediately and sat down next to Jim, his arm going around him protectively.
“You too,” Jim ordered, holding out his hand for Soren. “You both need to just relax over this. I’ll be fine.”
Soren walked over and slotted into the small space between Jim and the arm of the couch, curling his body into Jim’s. They remained silent for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before Jim shifted.
“Spock,” Jim said, his eyes sweeping around quickly as his stomach gave a sharp cramp. “How about we head to the hospital?”
If Jim wasn’t in so much pain, the way Soren and Spock jumped up, falling into immediate action in complete sync, would have caused him fits of laughter.
…
“She is not doing anything,” Soren said as he lay next to Jim, eyes fixed on the bundle in Jim’s arms. Soren shifted, lifting a finger, and poking the bundle in the stomach.
“What are you doing?” Jim asked, holding her closer to his chest. Soren lifted a finger and poked her again, this time a little higher.
“I was wondering if there was a point on her body which caused a significant reaction.”
“The only reaction you’re going to get is some vomit all over you,” Jim warned, adjusting his daughter as he looked down at her. Soren lifted a finger again and Jim sent him a warning look, causing Soren to quickly drop it.
“She doesn’t have an ‘on’ switch,” Jim said with a small chuckle as Spock strode in, going right over to Jim and taking one of his hands.
“I have sent a message to both my father and my counterpart informing them of the news,” Spock said, holding Jim’s hand to his lips and kissing it. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” Jim admitted, holding his face up expectantly and smiling as Spock gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Perhaps you should sleep,” Spock suggested, leaning over Jim to pull Amanda out of his arms, Jim letting her go regretfully.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jim said, yawning widely and shifting over as Soren made himself comfortable at Jim’s side. Jim let his arm go around Soren’s back, letting his fingers play in his silky hair as he felt his eyes shut.
“Father,” Soren said softly.
“Mmm?” Jim murmured, his eyes already shut.
“The last nine months have been a very exhausting time for my other father and I, and I would like some notice before you become pregnant again,” Soren said, curling his hand in Jim’s loose top possessively.
“You poor things. It must have been so very exhausting to watch me be pregnant,” Jim mumbled bitterly. “No more kids though. Two is enough.”
END