You and Spock had been in a relationship for a while. And you were both....happy... Really happy.... Even though he wasn't one to show his emotions due to his Vulcan nature, you meant a lot to him. And you loved him wholely... But...there was one problem...

Ever since I Spocks planet was destroyed by Neo, and the Vulcan population had decreased from millions to only thousands...Spock felt... He felt...he had a duty to his species... He felt he owed it to them, to produce offspring of his own...species...

But that meant...without you. He didnt know what to do for once. If he should listen to logic like he always did...or...choose you... The thoughts of a family...a future with you visited his mind so often, and he took comfort in those thoughts. He wanted you with him...but... He was conflicted... He knew he could never love...another Vulcan. Maybe if he tried hard enough... It would be a simple, logical life. Easy. And with you...he felt different. Human. Love... Complicated...unlogical...love...

Vulcans did breed with other species such as humans. After all, his mother was human, but...the elders frowned upon mixed blood...

He wanted to discuss it with you...but...he knew how you'd react...

You were at your station when Spock stepped forward. "Lieutenant...may I have a word in private?"