Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Genre: Angst, Romance
Word Count: 520
AN: Possible 'Baby George' series.
Summary: It is Jim and Spock's first Christmas as a family, but it has not started out as Jim expected.
"Jim, it is 4am precisely. I fail to see the logic in rising at such an hour."
"It's Christmas, Spock, logic doesn't come into it," said Jim as he appeared at the door to the nursery holding a small bundle in his arms. "Besides, this little guy can't wait to see all his presents, can you, little man? No, no, no, no you can't," he cooed.
Spock almost sighed. "George is twelve days old, Jim."
"So? You can never be too young or too old to enjoy the spirit of Christmas, Spock."
Jim looked hopefully towards his husband but felt disappointment at the lack of enthusiasm. He should not have expected otherwise being married to a Vulcan but some small part of him hoped all the same.
"Spoilsport," he stated when Spock made no effort to move. "Come on, George, let's leave Mr Grumpy pants in bed and go see what Santa has left for us."
Spock did sigh this time. He could sense the hurt he had caused his husband through their bond. It had not been his intention, particularly at a time when Jim was at his most vulnerable. He was aware of Jim's less than happy childhood, and his need to give their own son a happier beginning in life. Christmas was important to the captain, especially now that he had his own family, and he was determined that George Junior would have fond memories of this supposedly happy time. Spock pushed back the covers and rose, intent on making amends. As he pulled on his robe he could hear an off key melody coming from the downstairs kitchen. Jim was singing to their son, but it was not that fact that surprised Spock; his husband was singing a song familiar to him from his own childhood on Vulcan. His mother had regaled it many times, particularly at this time of year. He surmised it brought her closer to home while at the same time honouring the culture of her husband. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he recalled those illogically happy days.
As he entered the kitchen Jim was sitting at the table feeding George a bottle of milk. "Breakfast is ready," he said, smiling softly. " I made your favourite."
Spock moved towards them slowly. "I am sorry, Jim. It was not my intention to upset you."
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Spock. I'm just being an overly emotional, illogical human."
The Vulcan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of Jim's nose. "I would not have you any other way, T'hy'la."
Jim smiled sweetly. "Merry Christmas, Spock."
Spock's heart fluttered in his side as he returned his husband's gentle smile. He conceded that yes, his husband was indeed an overly emotional, illogical human, but he would not have him any other way.
"Merry Christmas, Jim," he replied.