It was illogical to miss what one had never had, and yet this was another instance of life’s nonsensical moments.
Spock yearned for Sorel, a son who did not exist and may not ever as the future wasn’t fixed or preordained despite many myths to the contrary. But watching Uhura cradle the child in her lap brought to mind the one from her dream many months ago, a dream Spock had had no intention of glimpsing, except his shields had been down and she’d been projecting vigorously that night.
(
He’d warned her not to get attached to the children. )