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The Story of Baby George

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"Spock, we need to talk." Jim hastily extricated himself from his husband's embrace and moved to sit on the edge of their bed, which was unusual for him to do so, so soon after making love. His usual preference was to laze around in a haze of satiation until his body was once again willing to cooperate.

Spock's eyebrows rose in question at his husband's agitated state. "Of course, Jim. What is it that you wish to discuss?"

Spock sat up straight with his back against the wall and observed silently as Jim left their bed completely and began dressing. "To be honest, it's a little difficult to know where to begin."

"Then may I suggest you begin, as humans would say, 'at the beginning'."

"Yeah, I suppose that's as good a place as any," he agreed as he walked to the replicator to order himself a cup of coffee. He turned to ask Spock if he would like anything but his husband shook his head lightly at the silent question.

Spock glanced briefly at the chronometer on his desk. "Caffeine at this hour is inadvisable, Jim. Warm milk may be a preferable alternative."

Jim gazed longingly at his coffee before setting it down. "Maybe you're right," he sighed. "But I am not drinking warm milk. I haven't had warm milk since I was like seven or something." After deliberating the merits of Vulcan spiced tea for several moments, Jim decided he needed something a little stronger before broaching the subject of babies with his husband. He let out a nervous chuckle at the thought of that conversation. It was hardly a topic he ever imagined he would be having with Spock. It was hardly a topic he ever imagined having with anyone.

The Vulcan's curiosity piqued as his captain removed a liquor bottle of questionable origin from a drawer at the bottom of his desk.

"Alcohol is also inadvisable, Jim. Perhaps it would be more beneficial to simply get whatever it is that has been troubling you 'off your chest'."

Jim laughed lightly. "Not much gets past you does it, Spock?"

"Indeed it does not. You are however, becoming quite adept at shielding your emotions from me." Spock had in fact been aware of Jim's attempts at hiding his unease for some time, but a part of him was reluctant to discuss the matter for fear of invading Jim's privacy. Instead, he chose to wait in the hope that Jim would approach him first.

Spock nodded encouragingly.

"That's because I have an excellent teacher so I can't take all the credit." He smiled sheepishly. "Look, I'm sorry, Spock. I'm not intentionally shielding anything from you. Well, yeah I am actually. Although it seems I'm not doing a very good job of it," he laughed nervously. "It's just that I'm trying to make sense of it all myself before I bombard you with all the shit that's going on in my head."

"Are you ill?"

"What? No!" he replied somewhat surprised at his husband's question. "No, it's nothing like that, Spock." He let his guard down momentarily and felt a wave of relief emanate from his husband. "I'm sorry if I've worried you..."

"I am not worried, Jim. I am merely attempting to ascertain the cause of your current distress."

Jim smiled softly. "I get it. Worrying is illogical." He flipped a switch on his computer terminal and sat down behind the desk. Avoiding Spock's gaze, he asked, "Hey, has Scotty sent in his monthly report yet?"

"Jim, you are prevaricating." Spock finally left their bed and moved to stand before the captain.

Jim's blue eyes gazed up at Spock's obvious displeasure. "In that case, I suggest you take a seat, Mister Spock. I refuse to have you looming over me while I spill my guts."

"Spill your guts, captain?"

"You know damn well what it means, commander, and enough with the 'captain' already! Okay, to the point." He slapped his hands on the desk top, momentarily startling the Vulcan. "You have been aware of my...somewhat different physiology for some time now?"

"I have," Spock agreed, his eyebrows rising once again.

"Well it seems that our little mishap on that last away mission has left me..."

"Our little mishap, captain?" Spock interrupted.

"Fine! My little mishap, with that damned machine."

"A machine I explicitly stated must not be touched under any circumstances. Yet, your unfettered childlike curiosity almost proved to be your undoing."

"Undoing? I hardly think......"

"Jim, you received third degree burns to your hands and you were rendered unconscious for seventeen-point-two minutes."

Jim shook his head in disbelief. "I know that, Spock. And that's beside the point. I'm trying to tell you something pretty damn important, if you would let me finish."

"I apologise, Jim. Please continue."

"Okay here goes. Since my little mishap on the planet, it seems that I am now fertile and I was wondering, do you want to make babies with me?"

"I beg your pardon?" Spock was dumbfounded. It was the last thing he ever expected to hear.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Jim pushed back his chair and stood intent on making a hasty escape. "Forget what I just said. Shit! I knew it was a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking? Why would I ever think that you would want a kid with me."

"Jim, you misunderstand my reaction."

"Spock, it's okay. I gotta get out of here. I'll be back soon."

Spock stopped him before he reached the door. "Jim, please do not leave."

"Why, Spock? Your face is telling me all I need to know. I can see the disgust that you are failing to hide."

"Jim, please, come sit." He took Jim's hand and guided him toward their bedroom. After sitting on the bed, and pulling Jim down with him, he began to explain. "I am not disgusted, t'hy'la. I must however, express my surprise at your revelation."

"Your surprise? You want to try being me for a while."

"I would prefer not to."

"You are such a comedian, you know that?"

"I endeavour to be so, Jim."

Jim let himself fall back on the bed in hopeless laughter. "God, I love you, Spock."

"As I love thee, Jim." Spock leaned down and kissed Jim's neck just below his ear. "Am I to assume that you have been examined by Doctor McCoy."

"Yeah, I have. A couple of days ago. I'm sorry I didn't tell you straight away." Jim turned on his side and snuggled in close to Spock's chest. "I guess I was just so wrapped up in how I was feeling and what it could eventually mean for us - for you."

"Jim, there is much to discuss. I do not wish to dampen your enthusiasm, but as you are already aware, it is unlikely that I will be able to father a child. Even if it were determined that I am, are you quite certain you are ready for such a step? Aside from the inevitable repercussions upon your career, male pregnancy is still quite dangerous."

"I am well aware of the dangers, Spock. I've already had Bones' lecture on the subject. He's made it quite clear that it won't happen overnight. You need to be tested, I need to be tested and undergo counselling. He's going to make sure that we both agree 100% that it is what we want."

"In that case, Jim, tomorrow we shall inform the good doctor of our intent to become parents."

"Seriously?" Jim sat up and grinned excitedly. "So, we're really going to make a baby?"

"Yes, Jim. I believe we are."