Spock with a baby. With Jim’s pale haired, dark eyed baby settled in his lap before a meeting. Waiting for Jim to come and take the infant. The child coos at Spock and makes a little whimper. “Your father will arrive soon.” Spock says softly, letting her take hold of his fingers. She babbles and huffs and though Spock does not smile, he kisses the backs of her tiny hands and she babbles at him happily, pleased with the attention. Jim pauses just down the hall and watches Spock count their daughter’s fingers with her and reward her patience with a gentle kiss to her soft temple.
- person: get your license
- me: The Road Is A Terrifying Place And I Am Very Afraid To Drive