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Spock was worried, even if he was trying to not show it. His wife, Saavik was with child, and he has no idea on how to handle it. She was in her ninth month, and the future baby was trying to get out. The midwife, a Vulcan female, was assisting in getting the baby out.
“Take it easy, Saavik. The baby will come out in his or her time,” said the midwife. Spock was wondering if he made a mistake putting his seed into her body. It may not be logical to think that, but his human side was worried. He try to remember if his mother has the same problem giving birth to him. He couldn’t do it. Then, he heard a crying souls. He looked at Saavik and saw her holding a baby Vulcan like girl. Davila looked at her husband.
“What are we going to name her?” asked Saavik. Spock try to think of a name, but he was having trouble thinking of one.
“Why don’t we named her after your mother? She treated me as her daughter even though I didn’t come from her body,” remembered Saavik. Spock thought about it. His mother may be dead for years already, but it would be a way to honor her.
“It would be good to honor her. My father would have died, if she didn’t give her body to him,” said Spock. He looked at T’Amanda. He saw the future in her eyes. After she stopped crying she drank the milk from Saavik’s body. Spock felt contented. He has a child from Saavik’s body, and he know how lucky that she was born. He may not get another child, but he will do his best to be a good father to her. That is all he could do for now. The end, for now.