Star Trek Imagines

Spock (request)

A/N this is a request for @emcorn.  I hope it is what you wanted.

Also, since this is the first request I have reviewed, I would like to remind anyone who is reading that I take requests, so if you are interested, just let me know.

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You knew something was wrong when you woke up nauseated for the fifth day in a row.  The first fifteen minutes of your day was spent kneeling over the toilet in your bathroom while you violently threw up and cried.

You were all alone that morning, since your husband, Spock, had already reported to the bridge.  You sighed as you stood up, glad that he couldn't see you in your current state.  He was obviously concerned about you, and you didn't want to worry him further.

After brushing your teeth, pulling your red hair into a messy bun, and putting on your blue uniform, you headed to med bay to see Doctor McCoy. 

After concluding his examination, McCoy sat down to talk to you. 

"Emily, you're perfectly fine," he began, "But I've got some news that will make your evening rather interesting."

"What news?  What do you mean it'll make my evening interesting?"  You perched on the very edge of your bio bed, anxious about what the doctor would say.

"Well, in a few months, there's going to be another green-blooded, pointy-eared creature running around this ship," he said, barely able to contain his laughter.

"I'm-I'm pregnant?!?"  Your green eyes widened in shock.  Already, you were wondering how you were going to tell Spock.  The two of you had never discussed having children, and you weren't sure how he would react.

"Yes," answered McCoy, "Do me a favor and let me know how the hobgoblin reacts.  I could use something to laugh about."  You sighed and lightly shoved him before leaving med bay with a smile on your face.

Later that evening, you found yourself pacing back and forth in your quarters, trying to think of a way to tell Spock about your situation.  You had thought about so many different ways, but none of them seemed right.  Suddenly, you had an idea.

Spock arrived back at your quarters, just as you climbed down from the counter, which you had been standing on in order to prepare the surprise.

"Spock, I'm glad you're home.  I need your help," you said, walking up and pulling him into a hug and then a kiss.  He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Emily, it would be easier for me to help if you told me what you needed," he said.  You giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"There's a box on the top shelf of that cabinet," you pointed, "And I can't reach it."

"Very well," he said, moving out of your arms and over to the cabinet.  You nervously spun your wedding ring around your ring finger.  He lifted a box down from the cabinet, and, almost immediately, glitter that you had placed on top of the box fell onto him and one of the party poppers that people had commonly used for pranks made a loud bang.  Spock was so startled that he dropped the box.  Everything, so far, was going according to plan.

The box fell to the floor and spilled its contents across the kitchen tile.  A picture of an ultrasound that McCoy had done on you, a baby rattle, a few bottles, and hat that said, "world's greatest dad" slid out.  Spock stared for a second.

"I do not understand."

"I'm pregnant.  We're going to be parents."  You bit your lip and placed the hat on his head, over his now glitter-covered hair.  Holding your breath, you waited for any kind of reaction.  He stood completely still for far too long, obviously in shock.

All of a sudden, his fingertips were on yours and then his hands were moving up and caressing your face.  He traced his slender fingers along your jawline and then leaned in to kiss you the human way.

"That is truly wonderful, T'hy'la," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and hugging you close.

"So you're not upset?"

"No.  I have always desired to begin a family...I love you," he murmured, "But I do not see the function of the glitter."

"It was for effect," you giggled, trying to brush some of the offending glitter out of his hair, "And, I love you too, Spock."