Spock tried, too

Reminder

T'Pring was holding a little brown baby with pointy ears in her arms. The baby was swaddled up. Nyota was alongside the woman in a chair holding a little white baby in her arms that was swaddled up. Christine was sitting alongside Nyota cooing at the resting newborn. The white baby had pointy ears. T'Pring's black hair was curled on her shoulder let loose. Her hair bangs were wet. She was in a blue medical outfit that vanished under the beige blanket. T'Pring had eyeliner that looked fine on her not only the make up. Christine and Nyota shared a long, glance with one another.

"We should name this little girl Lynn." Nyota finally said. "Lynn."

"But she is half Vulcan." Christine said.

"She can get the 'T' added when she is betrothed at the age of seven, honey." Nyota said. "These little girls are going to be tight as thieves." She rubbed gently along the face of the resting baby. "Some Vulcans prefer to do the betrothing at a early age. Pree wanted otherwise."

"Lynn is a southern name." T'Pring said.

"Why yes it is," Nyota said. "These were high risks deliveries. The man who helped us should get a child named after him."

"That is acceptable." T'Pring said.

"What about the other twin?" Christine asked.

"I like to say . . . Paang." T'Pring said, looking down upon the shut eye baby. "Soren will be pleased to see his granddaughter."

"T'Leri would have been overjoyed," Nyota said. "I really think she would have loved to see the newborns."

"Shame we never got to meet her." Christine said. "Died before she can meet us."

"T'Leri would have been proud of our accomplishment," T'Pring said. "Ashayam."

"Your accomplishment, you mean," Christine said. "You went with Doctor McCoy through The Gaurdian of Forever just so you can get impregnated by a male version of our dear Nyota named Nnaid Uearo."

"Nnamdi Uhuro." T'Pring corrected Christine.

"And used USS Republic to get there through bending a few rules here and there." Nyota said. "If I was not overjoyed with these little bundles . . . . you would have lost your life thanks to the very risky stunt you pulled."

"I am confident my decision is sound." T'Pring said.

"You nearly died during delivery," Christine said. "We love you, but we didn't want you to go."

"I understand," T'Pring said. "But there is no need to worry as we have two children to take care of."

"Just don't do that to us again." Nyota said.

"I have to agree," Christine said. "You worried the hell out of us."

"That was not my intention," T'Pring said. "And I will not do it again."

"Good," Nyota said. "Because we are going to need to figure out how to organize family time during my shore leaves." The three women shared glances with one another. "I don't want to miss out on our little baby growing up."

"I will record the moments that you are not there for and send them to you." Christine said.

"Oh baby." Nyota said. "I am the luckiest woman in the galaxy."

The sliding door opened to let in McCoy. His baby blue eyes stood out from his vacation mode at first glance. Yet he still had the beard including the necklace. He wore a easy going smile on his face rubbing his hands together approaching the new found interracial family. He was pleased how things gone down, apparently. One could tell he was not a doctor or in service because of the lack of a formal, beardless appearance. So it was problematic that he was being a temporary doctor when he didn't look like it. To the women, however, he was a full time doctor wherever he went.