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“…Happy Birthday dear Xander and Soren!” Everyone in the mess hall sang. “Happy Birthday to you!”
Xander and Soren grinned up at the crew and their dads from where they sat in their highchairs. The crew clapped at the end of the song while Jim and Bones placed two little cakes in front of them. The twins immediately dove into their respective cakes; grabbing large chunks of it and smushing it into their faces and mouths.
“See,” Jim said to Bones. “That’s why we didn’t give them their cakes before we started to sing.”
Bones nodded while the crew laughed at the twins who were now covered in their cakes.
“Such silly, messy boys,” Jim cooed before leaning against his husband.
Can’t believe they’re two, Spock.
Indeed.
Jim smiled then sighed as a chunk of cake hit him in the chest. He looked to the highchairs and saw Soren giggling as Xander prepared to throw something at Spock.
“Xander. No,” Spock said a little sternly. Xander pouted them turned his attention to Bones and threw the cake at him instead, hitting his uncle in the face.
Bones grumbled and held back swear words as he glared at Jim and Spock.
“Hey, I got hit too. Its not my fault you are in the line of fire,” Jim told his friend who shook his head and walked away to clean off his face.
After Jim had changed into a clean captain’s shirt and wiped off the boys’ messy faces, he put them in the corner of the mess where there was a little gated play area set up. He then grabbed a cupcake and walked over to where his husband and bridge crew were sitting. They watched the boys play with their new toys for several moments before turning their attentions back to one another.
“Terrible twos, huh?” Sulu asked.
Jim snorted. “The terrors have always been terrible.”
“They have not, Jim,” Spock countered.
“Oh? And when were they sweet little angels?”
“The first five months of their life, before they started crawling.”
Jim chuckled and nodded, “Right…good times. They did cry a lot and make their diapers explode, though.”
“But they’re so cute,” Uhura cooed, looking over to the twins.
“Getting baby fever, Uhura?” Jim questioned, smiling at his communications officer.
Scotty perked up in his seat waiting for Uhura to respond then deflated when she did.
“God no. I just like your cute babies. Have no desire to have kids for a very long time.”
“Well anytime you want to watch the terrors, by all means, take ‘em. They’re not that terrible.”
“Don’t do it; it’s a trap,” Bones hissed to Uhura who laughed.
Spock arched a brow at the doctor then shook his head.
“Anyway,” Jim spoke up. “When do we get to Nibiru?”
“Three days, Keptin,” Chekov told his captain before taking a big bite of his cupcake.
“We are to survey the planet and the primitive, pre-warp species called the Nibirans,” Uhura added.
“Fun,” Jim sighed; he wanted to do more than survey.
“Daddy, daddy,” Xander called from the play area.
Jim looked to his son. “Yes?”
“I pooped.”
Jim closed his eyes and internally groaned. He opened his eyes and looked to his mate. Spock had turned away from Jim and was looking to the opposite wall.
“Spock.”
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“Spock…”
“Daddy!” Xander called again.
Jim sighed and stood up, walking over to Xander and picking him up. Jim gave Spock a look before carrying his son out of the room. Soren watched his daddy and brother leave then looked to Spock and grinned.
Spock hung his head as Soren exclaimed that he pooped too.
Jim tucked his sons into their respective toddler beds and smiled at them.
“Did ya’ll have a good birthday?”
“Yes!” they both replied.
“Love you two so much.”
Xander and Soren’s brown eyes twinkled as they smiled back at their daddy.
“Love you daddy,” Xander said.
“Love you,” Soren added.
Jim looked behind him to Spock standing in the doorway. “And sa-mekh loves you too.”
“I do love all three of you,” Spock told them. “Now it is time to sleep.”
The twins giggled and pulled their covers over their heads.
“Terrors,” Jim chuckled. “Want me to read you another story?”
Soren moved the covers off his head and nodded. “Yes, peas!”
“Please,” Spock correct.
“Peas!” Xander exclaimed.
Jim chuckled and grabbed a picture book from the boys’ little bookshelf. He walked between their beds and sat on the floor between them.
“Alright, one more story then nighty nights.”
Soren leaned over from his bed and took the book from his daddy. He then sat up on the bed and held it out to his sa-mekh.
“Dada read, peas,” Soren asked.
Jim looked to Spock and smiled. “They want their dada to read to them.”
Spock was illogical surprised as his boys usually preferred for Jim to read to them. He nodded and then walked over to the beds and took the book from Soren. Jim got up from the floor and Spock sat down where Jim had been sitting. Jim ruffled Spock’s hair then said goodnight to his sons before leaving the room so Spock could read to them.
Spock entered their bedroom and found his captain sitting up in their bed under the covers, reading his PADD.
“The boys are asleep,” Spock told him as he starting getting undressed and into his pajamas.
“Only two hours past their bedtime,” Jim chuckled. “At least we only let them indulge in cake once a year.”
“Indeed. What are you reading, ashayam?”
“The mission brief about Nibiru. Planet seems interesting.”
“We are to…”
“Survey only, Spock. I know,” Jim interrupted.
Spock nodded and got into bed next to his mate. Jim smiled and nodded before placing his PADD to the side and snuggling against his husband. Spock wrapped his arms around Jim and took comfort in his mate’s scent and the lovely thrumming of their bond.
“I’m getting just a little tired of these survey missions, Spock.”
“I am aware.”
“I want more adventure.”
“Like the incident with Mudd?”
Jim scoffed. “God no.”
“What would you prefer, Jim?”
Jim turned his head up from where it was on Spock’s chest. His bright blue eyes twinkled as he said. “A five year mission.”
“A five year mission has never been attempted.”
“Who better to lead one, though?”
“You of course, t’hyla. I am sure Starfleet will consider it.”
Jim nodded then placed his head back on Spock’s chest. “Would be so great. You, me, and the boys…five years. To boldly go where no one has gone before.”
Spock’s chest rumbled in response. “That does sound like a perfect adventure for us. Let us get thru the Nibiru mission first then we can plan to pitch the idea to Starfleet.”
Jim chuckled. “We’re surveying a planet Spock. It’s not much of a mission. Probably going to be quite boring.”
“Indeed.”