locked to nurse_cchapel -- No Rush
When 8 AM rolled around Spock slipped from between the sheets where he and Christine slept and made the call that Christine would not be into work today. He had made his own call the night before while grading his class’s papers. The Vulcan turned and watched Christine for a moment before going to cook breakfast for them. Once he was finished cooking he went into their bedroom again and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Christine?” He placed a hand on her shoulder lightly and leaned down to kiss her softly. “You must wake.” He insisted. The only appointment he could get with a doctor of their need was in an hour and thirty minutes. Spock didn’t want to rush Chris through their morning either so here he was speaking softly to his soon to be wife.
“Christine?” He placed a hand on her shoulder lightly and leaned down to kiss her softly. “You must wake.” He insisted. The only appointment he could get with a doctor of their need was in an hour and thirty minutes. Spock didn’t want to rush Chris through their morning either so here he was speaking softly to his soon to be wife.