Enterprise Love ➣ Jim Kirk

Chapter 33: 26 Hours Later

*warning for depression and things that can come with it.*

Naomi was allowed to stay at the quarters for a while. She needed to watch over Jim to make sure he didn't do anything and to make him eat.

She sat at a table, typing into a PADD. Jim walked in, wrapped in a blanket. His eyes were red, dark circles surrounding them. He struggled to sit back down, weak from no food for seven days.

"Ugh." Jim sighed, leaning back into the chair, trying to get comfortable.

"Jim, please tell me what happened?" Naomi instantly asked, setting the PADD down.

"Can't I wake up a little first?" Jim grumbled, still trying to adjust himself in the chair.

"Sure, do you remember anything?" Naomi answered, jumping right back into the questions.

"I remember..... Chekov. Blood. Oh god what did I do." Jim groaned, his head falling into the table. He missed a knife by about four inches, so Naomi instantly took it off the table.

"You hurt him bad Jim. But it's not your fault. It wasn't you. You were exhausted and hungry." Naomi insisted, holding his hands in hers. "It wasn't you."

"Yes it was. I'm horrible." Jim muttered starting to sob. He was really crying now, sobs wracking through his 127 pound body. He had lost even more weight. It was about 43 pounds now.

"You're not horrible. Chekov forgives you. You just need a break." Naomi insisted even more, scooting her chair much closer. She was hugging her husband as soothing as she could, trying to calm him. It seemed to he working, but not too much.

"I'm so sorry. Why do you even put up with me?!" Jim asked, his voice raising. He jumped up, only to fall back into the chair from being dizzy.

"I put up with you because I love you. Through anything and everything, I love you." Naomi said, tears streaming down her face. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jim mumbled, still sobbing. "I don't want you to be around, I don't want to hurt you too. Please. Please." Jim begged.

"Jim, I'll never leave. Ever." Naomi told him, kissing him. He continued to sob, Naomi crying and hugging him. "Go back to bed." Naomi told him. He nodded.

Naomi helped him stand and walked with him to bed. He laid down, Naomi joining him. She still hugged him, comforting him as he sobbed. He really just needed to get it out.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Malcolm asked, waddling into the room. His chubby toddler legs can only move so fast. Elliot was right behind him. Chris was starting to walk, she was very slow and stumbled a lot.

"Yes Malcolm?" Naomi asked, looking at her son. His bottom lip quivered, so did the other kids lips.

"Is daddy okay?" Elliot asked, cutting in.

"Daddy will be fine, he's just sad." Naomi explained, hoping they'll get bored and go back into the room to play.

"Why is daddy sad?" Malcolm asked, walking over by Jim's feet. He crawled onto the bed, followed by Elliot and then Chris, who needed Naomi to pick her up.

"He's just stressed. That's all." Naomi said to them as they climbed onto Jim's chest. Both boys hugged him and smiled, trying to make Jim laugh. Jim smiled at them and laughed a little. Chris was still in Naomi's arms.

The twins moved away and Chris wriggled out of Naomi's arms into Jim's. "Dada." She muttered, looking up at him.

"Very good, Chris! Dada!" Naomi said, grinning. She wrapped her arms around Jim and Chris, the twins were in her arms somewhere. Jim started to sob again, holding Chris close to his chest.

"Dada." Chris said again, giggling as she kissed Jim's cheek. "Love Dada!"

"Dada loves you to Chris." Jim mumbled to her, smiling as he sobbed. He held her very close, almost squishing her. Tears poured from his eyes as he glanced over at Naomi. "I love you." He whispered, still crying.

"I know you do. I always will. I love you too." Naomi muttered, kissing his cheek. Jim cried for about forty minutes before exhaustion took over and he fell asleep again. He didn't eat, but at least he slept.