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Ten years later - Vulcan
Jim led Oliver through the rooms of the house, patiently answering his son's animated questions. The walls were adorned with photographs of special family moments, from Spock and Jim's wedding to the radiant smiles of Oliver and T'Lara as babies.
Upon reaching the garden, Jim opened the door, revealing a lush scene with Vulcan and human plants carefully arranged. Oliver ran off to explore, his vibrant energy filling the air.
As Oliver dashed back and forth, pointing at flowers and insects with enthusiasm, Jim smiled at Spock. "He's like a little energy storm. But at least he seems to be having fun."
Spock nodded with a slight tilt of his head, watching the six-year-old son with evident affection. "Indeed. Oliver's innate curiosity is remarkable. I wonder how such a young child can be so energetic."
Jim chuckled, amused by Oliver's excitement as he crouched down to observe something resembling a butterfly. "I agree, dear. He seems to find wonders in every corner of the garden. It's adorable."
The door opened, and Oliver ran toward Amanda before throwing himself into Sarek's arms.
"Grandma! Grandpa! I missed you!"
Amanda, with a warm laugh, hugged her grandson tenderly. "Oliver, dear, I missed you too! You've grown so much since the last time we saw you."
Oliver grinned widely. "Grandma, you know, I'm growing up fast." He emphasized the last word by moving his hands back and forth with enthusiasm.
Watching the warm scene, Jim felt a mixture of joy and apprehension. He whispered softly near Spock's ear. "Better prepare ourselves for the Oliver storm."
Spock felt inclined to smile but merely raised an eyebrow in warning to Jim's jests.
As Amanda embraced Oliver, she gave a warm smile to Jim. "Oliver always brings so much life to our home. It's wonderful to see him growing up so well and strong."
Jim nodded with a smile, holding onto his son's shoulders. "Yes, Amanda, he never stops for a moment. I hope he doesn't cause too much mischief."
Meanwhile, Spock handed T'Lara to the grandmother's arms to be spoiled by her for a bit.
Turning his gaze away, Spock watched with tenderness as Oliver followed Jim bouncing into the house. He couldn't help but find amusement in how Oliver inherited his husband's vivacity.
Sarek invited Spock to sit with him in the tranquil garden. "Spock, my son, how have your responsibilities on the Enterprise been?"
Spock replied, raising an eyebrow. "The missions have been challenging, but our team has proven to be efficient. We are making good progress."
Sarek observed with appreciation. "It is evident that Jim and you have found a remarkable balance between Fleet life and family. I am pleased to see this."
Spock nodded, reflecting on the observation, a subtle smile slowly forming on his lips. "Indeed, it is a constant challenge, but their presence makes everything more meaningful."
As the sun gently set on the horizon, Amanda led Jim into the living room, while Oliver, now a bit impatient, continued to explore the familiar corners of the house, excited with each discovery.
With a warm smile, Amanda invited Jim to settle on the couch. "Jim, dear, I want to hear all about my grandchildren. How is T'Lara? She's such a lovely child, and Oliver, always brimming with energy, must have countless updates."
Jim was delighted by Amanda's interest in the grandchildren. "Both are developing well. T'Lara is a very calm child, while Oliver continues to surprise us with his vibrant energy. The boy is very curious, much like his father was as a child."
Indoors, Oliver, now a bit calmer, nestled beside Jim and Amanda, eager to hear more about what his father had to say about him.
Oliver hopped onto his grandmother's lap, waking up T'Lara, who furrowed her brow and cried out for her father.
"Grandma, Daddy found a planet full of colorful creatures!"
Jim picked up his daughter, embracing her tenderly. "Sweetheart, you can't startle people like that. We've talked about this."
Amanda let out a soft laugh, stroking Oliver's dark, tousled hair. "Jim, it's okay. He was just excited, right, dear?" She gave her grandson a playful look.
Oliver nodded, pouting a bit, showing a look of regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Spock entered the living room, accompanied by his father. Oliver ran toward him, eager to be lifted up.
Spock held his son with a discreet smile. "Are you behaving, Oliver?" The boy averted his gaze, burying his face in his father's neck.
"He's throwing a tantrum because I scolded him," Jim chuckled, watching the scene of his son clinging to his father like a little bear to its mother's lap.
Spock's expression revealed a mixture of understanding and tenderness at Oliver's slight discontent.
Sarek sighed. "This may be a challenging phase." He crossed his arms, displaying an amused expression as he watched Spock raise a skeptical eyebrow.
Spock retorted with seriousness, "Father, are you suggesting that I caused trouble when I was Oliver's age?"
Sarek shrugged, turning his gaze to his son. "Well, you certainly didn't fit the Vulcan child stereotype, did you?"
Amanda laughed in tune with Jim as she observed the unfolding scene.
Spock became thoughtful, lowering his son to the ground. "Indeed, I did not."
Oliver flashed a contagious smile as he wrapped his arms around his father's waist. "Dad, I'm starving."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "It seems like an extreme situation, Oliver. I suggest you reconsider using the word 'starving' in this context. Hunger, while uncomfortable, rarely leads to such an extreme."
As the sun gently set on the horizon, Amanda chuckled. "All right, then let's head to the table, dear." She approached, gently holding her grandson's hand. "Are you very hungry?" Oliver nodded eagerly, heading to the kitchen with his grandmother.
"T'Lara must be hungry too. I'll take her to eat." Jim looked at his daughter, who was silent, clutching her stuffed teddy bear tightly.
Sarek shook his head, approaching to pick her up. "Let me do that. You two should cherish every moment you can spend alone."
Jim watched as Sarek left the room with T'Lara, and when they were alone, a mischievous smile lit up the captain's eyes. He approached Spock, sliding his hands provocatively around his husband's waist.
"Well, babe, it seems we've finally got a moment to ourselves," he whispered, leaving a trail of soft kisses along Spock's neck.
Spock allowed himself to relax a bit, his dark eyes fixed on Jim's. "A rarity indeed. Perhaps it would be prudent to make the most of it."
Jim chuckled softly, his lips brushing lightly against Spock's. "Prudence is not really what I have in mind."
Jim led Spock to the couch, where they settled together. With a mischievous smile, he trailed his hands along Spock's thigh. "You know, babe, you're surprisingly attractive," he teased, leaving a trail of warmth in his touch.
Spock arched an eyebrow, his impassive expression beginning to give way to desire. "I could certainly say the same about you, Jim." His normally calm gaze now carried an intensity that did not go unnoticed by his husband.
Jim smiled, his eyes sparkling. His hands found Spock's, intertwining their fingers with clear intent. "And here we are, alone, with nothing to interrupt us. It seems like an opportunity that would be negligent not to seize, don't you think?"
Spock agreed, his voice taking on a lower, deeper tone. "Indeed. A negligence we certainly do not intend to commit."
Jim captured Spock's lips in a fiery kiss, a mixture of restrained passion and accumulated desire. Their lips moved sensually, exploring each other's mouths with eager tongues. Jim's hands slid down Spock's shoulders, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
Spock allowed himself to sink into the kiss, his firm hand now caressing Jim's nape. The room was filled with the accumulated tension of stifled sighs and soft moans.
Jim pulled back momentarily, his eyes locked with Spock's, sparkling. "You know, I love this fiery side of you, Mr. Spock."
Spock responded with an intense gaze, his voice husky. "Sometimes, the appropriate context is necessary to reveal it."
Jim laughed, teasingly. "Well, I think we've found the perfect context, don't you think?"
Without waiting for a verbal response, Jim resumed the kiss, exploring every corner of Spock's mouth with bold touches. His hands trailed down Spock's back, tracing provocative patterns. The Vulcan guided Jim closer, intensifying the contact.
The moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted by Oliver's excited shout from the kitchen. "Dad, Daddy, come here!"
Jim let out a frustrated sigh but couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, it seems parental duties are calling, dear."
Spock nodded, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "It seems... that we don't have as much free time as we thought."
They both rose from the couch, exchanging knowing looks before heading towards the kitchen. They heard lively laughter and childish voices as they approached.
As they entered the kitchen, they found Amanda and Sarek helping the children prepare the dishes. Oliver was excited, mixing ingredients under Amanda's supervision, while T'Lara held a wooden spoon, moving it back and forth with delight.
"So, Daddy, are we having our special dinner tonight?" Oliver asked, his eyes shining with expectation.
Jim chuckled, ruffling Oliver's hair. "Well, it looks like the special dinner will have to wait a little longer, sweetheart. But I promise it will be amazing."
Spock approached T'Lara, leaning in to plant a light kiss on her forehead. "And as always, T'Lara, your culinary efforts are highly appreciated."
Amanda smiled as she watched Jim and Spock with the children. "It seems like you two were having fun in the living room."
Jim winked at her with a mischievous smile. "Well, we certainly tried."
Spock added with a playful tone, "Apparently, some things are improperly interrupted."
Amanda exchanged knowing looks with Sarek. With a mischievous smile, she suggested, "Well, since you two were too busy to cook dinner, maybe you should take responsibility for doing the dishes afterward."
Jim and Spock exchanged surprised looks but soon relented with discreet smiles.
"Seems fair, Captain?" Spock inquired, a twinkle in his eyes.
Jim agreed, laughing. "Of course, Commander. It seems like our next adventure today will be at the sink."
The end!