Author's Notes:

Pairing: James T. Kirk/Spock

Warnings: MPreg

Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry, CBS and Paramount. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

His eyes were blue and Spock stared at them in fascination. He was aware that human babies were often born with blue eyes, but Vulcans always had dark eyes; various shades of brown and black, certainly, but always dark. While this child was only a quarter Vulcan, the Vulcan genes had proven to be dominant; the baby had a thick head of black hair, pointed ears, pale skin and green blood. But his eyes were all Jim Kirk. Spock hoped that they stayed this shade of blue; it was illogical and he didn't plan on sharing it with anyone, but he thought it all the same.

Jim sat at Spock's side, a goofy smile on his face, while Dr McCoy spoke with the Vulcan healer who had delivered the baby in the corner. The Enterprise was orbiting New Vulcan and most- if not all- of the crew were waiting to hear if the baby had been born healthy, and whether it was a boy or a girl. Spock had wanted to find out as soon as possible to plan accordingly, but Jim had wanted to be surprised. Spock almost always gave in to what his bondmate wanted.

'He's perfect,' Jim breathed reverently, and Spock felt his lips twitch upward.

'Indeed,' he agreed. He was aware that the baby wasn't perfect; no being was. But he was as close as could be, and in Spock's eyes he was breathtaking.

He was half Jim, half Spock. He may one day express an interest in science, or he could follow in Jim's steps and be more interested in command. He may stay out of Starfleet all together and choose a different career; teacher, writer, law enforcement officer, there were thousands of possibilities. He would be his own little person one day, and Spock's side felt tight when he realised that he would be there for all of that. He and Jim would raise this baby, would be his parents. One day Spock might see his son off to the Vulcan Science Academy, or help him move into a dormitory if he decided to study on one of Terra's many colleges.

'Spock,' Jim said softly and Spock tore his eyes away from their son's.

'Jim?'

'You're crying,' Jim stated.

Spock blinked slowly, and then shifted the babe so that he was settled into the crook of Spock's left arm. He reached up and gently touched his cheek. His fingers came away moist and cold, and Spock frowned slightly.

'It's okay,' Jim said, 'I kinda feel like crying myself. I mean... he's real, ya know?'

'Indeed,' Spock repeated. He had been aware of the child for months; from when he had been nothing more than a clump of cells. Spock's mind had become aware of the change, and he had sought medical advice before informing Jim that he was with child. But it hadn't truly prepared him for the amazing feeling of holding his son in his arms for the first time.

Their son. His and Jim's.

Spock lowered his hand so that he could clasp Jim's, both of which were sitting on the bed. Jim smiled at him and turned his hand over so they could slot their fingers together.

'He's perfect,' Jim said again, eyes gliding back to their son.

The as of yet named child was in the process of falling asleep. His head was resting on Spock's bare arm to allow a transfer of thoughts and feelings; more emotions at this point, as the child was too young to organise his thoughts. Spock was mostly receiving washes of hunger and warmth, and a curiosity to touch the light-haired man at Spock's right. Spock smiled faintly. The child already had Jim's curiosity, it seemed.

Spock would need to let Jim have skin contact soon so that the baby could form a mental bond with him. It would be difficult, but not impossible. As a psi-null human, Jim would need Spock's help to establish the connection and help the bond form. The baby could not do it alone.

'He needs a name,' Jim said, gaining Spock's attention.

'Yes, he does,' Spock agreed.

Jim hummed and flicked his eyes from his husband to their son, switching every minute or so; Spock was too tired to count properly. Natural childbirth was exhausting, and Spock would either need to meditate or sleep soon.

'Hey, can I sit?' Jim asked.

Spock looked at him and arched an eyebrow. 'You never have to ask, Jim,' he said.

Jim laughed and nodded as he stood. He let go of Spock's hand and Spock withdrew it, watching as Jim toed off his sandals and climbed onto the cool sheets. New Vulcan was a desert planet and just as hot as the original. Jim had been walking around in thin linen clothing, robes and sandals for the duration of their two week stay.

Jim settled against the wall and against Spock's shoulder. His warmth bled through Spock's thin white gown, making Spock's cooler skin warm.

'How'd your parents name you?' Jim questioned.

'I believe that Spock was the name of one of Surak's grandsons,' Spock said.

'You believe?' Jim asked with a small smirk.

Spock sighed slightly through his nose and Jim snickered quietly. 'Spock was the name of Surak's fourth grandson by his third son, Sural, and his t'hy'la, Syenn.'

'Huh,' Jim hummed. 'I still can't believe you're related to the Vulcan who made your species all logical.'

'I am a direct descendent,' Spock corrected.

Jim rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, yeah. Anyway, are we giving this little guy a Vulcan name or a Terran one? Or we could name him something weird.'

Spock scowled lightly and Jim laughed again; he kept it quiet, though, not wanting to wake the baby. Spock had felt their son slip into sleep a few seconds earlier.

'Okay, nothing weird,' Jim grinned. 'Any thoughts?'

'No,' Spock admitted. He had not thought of a name, because a part of him had been worried. Spock had already lost his mother; a small part of him had been terrified that he would lose the baby, despite being in perfect health and aboard a ship with the best medical officer in Starfleet. Dr McCoy had been perfect throughout Spock's pregnancy, apart from a few jokes here and there about Jim settling down and "knocking that damn hobgoblin up". He had also made references to buns and ovens which Spock still didn't understand.

Jim smiled gently. He had been aware of Spock's fears and have always talked him through them, or held him at night after Spock had a nightmare, both of their hands clasped over the swell of Spock's stomach. He didn't tease either now, simply leaned over and pressed a warm kiss to Spock's temple.

'Are there any names you can think of?' Jim asked. 'I only know your, Sarek, Surak, and the healer's name, T'Mai.'

'T'Mai is traditionally a female name,' Spock murmured. His gaze had drifted back to the baby, so he missed Jim's fond eye roll.

'Do all male Vulcan names start with an S?' Jim asked.

'Traditionally, yes,' Spock said. 'And most female names start with a T. Not always, but 99.7% of the time, yes.'

'So a name beginning with S,' Jim mused. 'S, S, S... Sss... Sim... S'Jim... Sames...'

'Please stop adding an S to your own name, Jim,' Spock interrupted.

Jim huffed a laugh and settled back further against the wall, slouching slightly at Spock's side. 'Sorry,' he said. 'I just can't think of anything.' He looked past the Vulcan at their son, taking in the delicate pointed ears, the green-tinged lips, the messy black hair that wouldn't be cut for some time. Most Vulcans had their child's hair cut at one year to signal their transition from baby to child. Spock had the overwhelming urge to let the baby's hair grow out, or perhaps cut it short so it spiked up like Jim's.

Spock followed his mate's gaze and once again felt his heart swell in his side. This was real. After eleven months their child was finally here, in Spock's arms. They had already converted Spock's old room on the Enterprise into a nursery and bought everything they needed. They were staying with Sarek and Elder Spock for a few weeks; both of the older Vulcans had expressed joy- even Sarek- when Spock had announced his pregnancy, and they wanted to get to know the new addition to the House of Surak before Spock and Jim left on the Enterprise once more.

Spock wondered if his counterpart had been waiting long, because it was at that moment that the door to the hospital room slid open, admitting Elder Spock- or Ambassador Selek, as he now went by- as well as Sarek and his new wife T'Rin.

T'Rin was pregnant with twins, a fact that still made Spock uncomfortable. His father had re-bonded to both help his mind recover from the loss of Amanda, and to help repopulate the Vulcan race. Spock knew that his father respected and was fond of T'Rin, but didn't know if his father loved her. He had loved Amanda, of that Spock had no doubt. Spock wasn't truly prepared to speak to his father about Sarek's new wife, so neither broached the subject all that often when they communicated.

'Spock,' Elder Spock said, eyes and wrinkled face both warm. He smiled more than Spock did. He had spent more of his life living with humans than Spock had, and had been bonded to his Jim Kirk for many years. Spock wondered if he would show more emotion after a lifetime with Jim.

'Selek,' Spock responded.

Elder Spock's eyes moved to the baby, and his entire demeanour softened. There was pain there as well; Spock detected it in his counterpart's eyes. Elder Spock wasn't fertile; a by-product of his mixed heritage. Unlike Spock, who had been informed at nine years of age that he was both fertile and a carrier. Both Spocks had wondered why they were different in that manner; their universes should have been the same up until the day of Jim's birth.

'Would you like to hold him?' Spock asked his older self.

Jim, Sarek and Elder Spock all looked at him in surprise, which was understandable. Spock had mixed feelings about his counterpart. He could never bite down the sting of jealousy that shot through him when he saw Elder Spock and Jim conversing like long-lost friends. Jim was his t'hy'la, and the very primitive side of Spock always wanted to convey that when the three were together.

'I believe that Jim should hold him first,' Elder Spock said, amusement flashing in his eyes. 'He looks ready to jump out of his skin.'

Spock frowned at the unfamiliar saying, while Jim said, 'I am not.'

Elder Spock just smiled lightly, and Spock turned to his bondmate. 'Jim?'

Jim huffed. 'Okay, so I wanna hold him. Can you blame me?'

'Of course not,' Spock said. He sat up slightly, holding back the wince when his lower body throbbed in pain.

Spock managed to pass the baby over without waking him, and watched as Jim's entire demeanour softened. He sniffed once, twice, before mumbling, 'I'm not crying.'

'The birth of your first child is a truly emotional moment,' Sarek spoke, drawing Jim's attention. 'It is okay to cry, James.'

'I know,' Jim smiled slightly. 'Did you cry when Spock was born?'

'No,' Sarek said, 'though I did faint when Amanda informed me that she was pregnant.'

Jim snorted and Spock looked at his father in surprise. Elder Spock didn't seem shocked.

'I nearly fainted when Spock told me,' Jim admitted, 'but Bones grabbed me and helped me sit. Then Uhura laughed at me when she found out.' He gasped suddenly and all eyes turned to the baby, just in time to see him come out of a yawn. He blinked his eyes open and they focused on Jim's, blue meeting blue.

'Fascinating,' Sarek mused.

'I have never seen a Vulcan newborn with such light eyes,' Elder Spock agreed.

'He will be just like his father,' Spock almost sighed, earning amused looks from the other three.

T'Rin, who had so far remained silent a few steps behind Spock, said, 'It will be odd, if he keeps the eye colour, but quite interesting. I am curious as to why blue was the dominant eye colouring in the child's genetics, Spock.'

Spock glanced up at her and T'Rin tilted her head, still studying Jim and Spock's son. Her right hand was resting on the bump that showed her own children- Spock's half-siblings.

Jim hummed softly and then his thoughts drifted over Spock's mind; She's thinking about her own kids. So much for "Vulcans don't have emotions".

You learned long ago that that was untrue, t'hy'la, Spock responded.

Jim threw him a wink and went back to looking at the baby. 'He still needs a name,' the captain said.

'You have not decided on one?' Sarek asked.

'No,' Spock said.

'Spock said you named him after one of Surak's grandsons?' Jim questioned.

'Indeed,' Sarek replied. 'Amanda expressed a liking for the name and I saw no logical reason to not use it.'

'I was named after my granddad,' Jim said. 'Maybe we should keep with tradition and use a family name.'

Sarek quickly and effortlessly listed all of Surak's grandsons; Se'Lrc, Starn, S'Relb, Spock, and Soren.

Jim could only pronounce two of the names without getting an adorable nose wrinkle from Spock- Spock didn't understand how his show of distaste could be considered adorable, but Jim had always been an illogical human.

They discussed a few more names, but Spock noted that Jim kept going back to Soren; he would glance at their son, eyes soft, and Spock shared a look with his older counterpart. Elder Spock smiled slightly and nodded.

'I believe that we should name him Soren,' Spock said.

Jim jumped slightly. 'Yeah?' he asked, eyes bright and a grin already spreading across his face.

Spock allowed his own lips to tilt up. 'Yes,' he said.

'Okay then,' Jim beamed. 'Soren Grayson Kirk.'

Spock's eyes widened and both Sarek and Elder Spock looked surprised, too. Jim glanced around at them all before huffing.

'What?' he said. 'I like it. And we humans usually have three names. Plus people always pronounce S'chn T'gai wrong, so I figured Kirk would be easier...' he trailed off when he saw Spock's face. 'Uh... that's okay, right?'

'Jim...' Spock said slowly, then had to breathe in deeply to keep his words steady, 'I believe that Soren Grayson Kirk is a logical name.'

Thank you, he added silently.

You're welcome, Jim responded.

'So on New Vulcan he can be S'chn T'gai Soren, right?' Jim asked aloud.

'Or S'chn T'gai Kirk Soren,' Elder Spock mused.

'Wow, what a mouthful,' Jim said, nose scrunching up. 'S'chn T'gai Soren is fine with me. Spock?'

'Indeed,' Spock said, earning a laugh from his bondmate. Spock's body chose that moment to remind him that he was exhausted, and that only 2.4 hours ago he had given birth to a child. He yawned and saw Jim looking at him with fondness, while Sarek and Elder Spock were already getting ready to leave.

'Sleep, my son,' Sarek said when Spock looked at him, 'we will converse tomorrow.'

'I shall return also,' Elder Spock said.

'And you can hold him,' Jim grinned at the old Vulcan.

Elder Spock bowed his head and he and T'Rin followed Sarek from the room.

Now that they were alone, Dr McCoy wandered over to join them. 'Okay, time for some rest,' he ordered gruffly. Usually Spock would argue just for the sake of arguing- though he denied that he did it every time Jim asked- but he was tired, and he wanted to rest before Soren woke wanting to be fed.

He nodded and settled down without complaint, moving the pillows until he was comfortable. Jim slid from the bed to settle in his seat once more, Soren in the crook of his arm.

'I can stay here, yeah?' Jim asked McCoy.

The doctor snorted. 'Like I could pry you away from your hobgoblin,' he grumbled. 'Or your baby hobgoblin,' he added, glancing at Soren. 'Picked a name yet?'

'S'chn T'gai Soren for New Vulcan's records,' Jim told his best friend. 'On Earth he'll be Soren Grayson Kirk.'

McCoy nodded. 'Good; a name I can pronounce. I'll be writing it all the goddamn time when he gets older, I just know it.'

'Not if he takes after Spock,' Jim said.

'And if he finds his bondmate he'll act exactly like Spock and make my hair fall out,' McCoy complained.

Jim laughed and Spock smiled as his eyes slid shut. He had planned to say goodnight to Jim and Soren- to kiss them both before he let his body relax. But his mind had other ideas and was already pulling him under. He was asleep before Jim could tease the doctor further, and his dreams were filled with the future; of Jim and Soren playing Terran sports, and of Spock teaching Soren the stars.

The most prominent dream was of the three of them enjoying a picnic at night in Iowa, in one of the fields of Jim's childhood home. Jim would cook. Spock would map the stars for them. And Soren would laugh loudly, never restricted by his Vulcan heritage.

Spock's small, soft smile remained fixed to his face, even in his sleep.

Author's Note: I wanted to write baby Jim/Spock so I did. And that's that.

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