“So, how does everything look?” you asked as you pulled your top back over your growing stomach. Leonard nodded at you as he pulled off his gloves.
“Good. Great. Jim should have nothing to worry about,” he said with a knowing smile. You laughed and sat up, swinging your legs back over the side of the examination table.
“Could you let him know that?”
“He still stressing out about this?” You nodded. Since the moment you told your husband that you were pregnant, he had not stopped worrying about every possible thing that could go wrong.
“I’m sure you know more than I do,” you said. “He comes down here nearly every day to ask you a new question.”
“As soon as the baby’s here, he’ll relax, I promise,” Leonard said. You sighed.
“I hope so.”
You left Med Bay and started walking back to the command center. A kick caused you to bring your hand to your stomach, just as the doors opened. Jim spun around in his chair, and immediately got up when he saw that you were touching your stomach.
“Everything okay?” he asked, immediately in front of you.
“Yes. Just a kick,” you said with a smile. Jim didn’t, so you leaned in to kiss his cheek, causing a small smile to spread across his face.
“How’d the doctor’s appointment go?” he asked, following you as you sat down.
“Great. Bones says everything is okay.”
“Okay?” he asked nervously. “Just okay?”
“No, everything looks alright. Everything is gonna be fine,” you said, touching his arm. He sighed, but still the worried look didn’t leave his face.
“Did he give a more conclusive date on when you would give birth?” he asked.
“No, still the same due date as before.”
“We’ll still keep planning around that day.”
“Planning?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.
“Yes. Everything needs to be perfect.”
“It will be, because we’ll have our baby. I wish you would stop worrying about this.”
“I’m not worried.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “What?”
“Jim, you have put off every mission we have had planned on foreign planets since you found out, in case I went through labor while you were gone.”
“That was a good decision,” he said.us to
“You did it nine months ago! Listen,” you said, taking his hand, making him crouch down so you could talk as privately as possible. “I love you, but you need to stop stressing. It will be fine.” He nodded and leaned up to kiss you softly.
“I love you, too.”
As the day went on, you figured that Jim had calmed down, at least just a little bit. However, when you arrived back at your cabin, you found Spock and Leonard standing in your room.
“Hi,” you said awkwardly.
“Hey,” Leonard said.
“What are you doing?” Leonard stumbled over his words, so Spock gave an answer to whatever he was going to give a lie to.
“The captain wanted us to make sure everything was prepped in case you had to give birth-”
“You’re kidding,” you said.
“No, those were the captain’s specific orders.”
“She knows,” Leonard said, slapping Spock’s arm softly. “I’m sorry,” he said to you.
“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your stomach, feeling another kick. “With all this stress that he is causing me, he’s going to make this baby come quicker than it’s suppose to.”
When Jim came back to your cabin that night, you remained silent. You knew that he knew you knew what he was trying to do. You crawled into bed silently that night by yourself. Jim came in a little later, and rolled over to face you.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?” you asked sleepily.
“I don’t mean to be stressing you out with my worry.”
“I don’t know why you have to be worried. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”
“I’m sure my father thought the same thing,” he said. You sighed and moved closer to him, so that your stomach touched his.
“You are not your father. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
“He couldn’t have predicted what happened.”
“And neither can you. If something catastrophic like that were to happen, there’s no way you could stop it, either.” He sighed. “But you don’t need to worry, because it’s not going to. You, me, and little George will be just fine. I promise.”
“Why are you so calm?” he asked.
“Because you’re doing all the worrying for me,” you said with a smile. He nodded and you rested your forehead against his.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him.
Two days later, Jim was clutching your hand as you gave birth to your son. He came exactly as planned, on your due date. Leonard was perfectly ready, Jim having ordered everyone to not fuck around until after the baby was born.
The labor went fairly easy, and Jim never left your side once. A few minutes later, Leonard put your baby boy in your arms. Jim gasped once, and never took another breath again. You both were too busy staring at the perfect child in your arms.
“He’s amazing,” Jim whispered finally.
“I love him,” you said, also keeping a low voice as you stared at the infant with Jim’s blonde hair, asleep in your arms. Jim kissed your forehead and you looked up at him.
“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” you said.
“I know.” He kissed your lips, just as your son opened his mouth to cry, loudly enough for all of the ship to hear, no doubt.