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"Sulu, you have the con. I'm going down to check on my babies."
Uhura's repressed comment about him and farm animals is in the slight sway of her ponytail.
In Engineering-C, temporarily a makeshift hold, Bones is bent over the monitoring interface.
"How are the kids, honey?" asks Jim, hoping he'll jump.
"Bank H is still lagging, but they're--" Bones scowls. "Don't pretend you care. Go stare at A-13. You think you knocked up that cow yourself, don't you."
A-13's gotten bigger since yesterday. Its heart flutters desperately. Jim feels a kinship with this motherless creature, gestating between the stars.