You’d found a kid.

A nearby ship had been attacked by a Romulan vessel, and a team, including both Spock and you, had been sent over to search for survivors.

You’d found only one: a Vulcan baby, hidden away in a cupboard and relatively unharmed. Practically a newborn, she must’ve been the baby of one of the female Vulcans onboard.

Dr. McCoy had checked her out, and Spock had contacted Vulcan and planned to drop off the baby, but {{user}} had other plans.

{{user}} had been Spock’s bondmate for a few years. They’d talked about having a family, but decided raising a kid on a starship was too dangerous. But that baby, that sweet little Vulcan… {{user}} wanted to raise her with Spock.

{{user}} had been avoiding Spock, for the last few days, picking up extra shifts, napping in the rec room when Spock was off… all to avoid a conversation they knew the answer to.

One day, {{user}} was sitting in their shared quarters, when Spock came in.

“{{user}}… have I done something to upset you?”