You're What? - Ch 7

You’re What?

RATING: R
GENRE: Drama
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.

By Favors

RATING: R
GENRE: Drama, Angst
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Summary: Takes place 3 months after Harbinger, 4 weeks after Home. T’Pol is a commander in Starfleet. T’Pol learns of a surprise. Borrowed a little bit from Voyager episode Counterpoint.

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Summary: Takes place 3 months after Harbinger, 4 weeks after Home. T’Pol is a commander in
Starfleet. T’Pol learns of a surprise. Borrowed a little bit from Voyager episode Counterpoint.

A/N: thank you for all the wonderful comments and my apologies for mixing up any gender/names of Star Trek characters.

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Chapter 7

***
Trip was roused from sleep the next morning by the chiming of the door. He was spooned up behind T’Pol’s nude body. Glancing at the chronometer he read the hour at just after 0530. Who the hell was waking them up at this hour?

Climbing over T’Pol, Trip groped for his pajama bottoms that he kept handy for just such situations, and pulled them on quickly. T’Pol started to waken, when Trip soothed her back to sleep. “I’ll get the door, go back to sleep.” He whispered to her.

Trip was surprised by the visitor. “T’Les! Is something wrong?”

“No. It is customary on Vulcan that guests prepare breakfast, as you are well aware. Since I am the guest, I have prepared breakfast. It will be ready in 20 minutes.”

“Oh, uh, let me get T’Pol.”

Trip grabbed T’Pol’s silk robe and bent to waken T’Pol by shaking her gently and kissing her cheek. “T’Pol, honey, wake up. Sweetie, your momma’s here.”

T’Pol opened sleepy eyes and regarded her mate. She leaned forward and returned his kiss. “Your momma’s here.” He repeated as he stroked her ear.

Glancing over his shoulder at T’Les Trip held out T’Pol’s robe like a cape to conceal her nude form as she slipped out of bed. T’Pol turned, allowing Trip to help her into the robe.

T’Les watched with curiosity. She had heard the Commander refer to her daughter as ‘Hon’, ’Honey’, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Sweetheart, ‘Babe’, ‘Baby’, and ‘Darlin’. It seemed he had no end of alternative names for T’Pol. While she had grown to love her husband, they did not share the level, or frequency, of intimacy that her daughter and Commander Tucker apparently did. She idly wondered what it would be like to awaken that way. She was amused by the Commander’s sense of propriety, concealing T’Pol’s nude body with the robe. She knew what her daughter looked like. However, she could also easily see why T’Pol was drawn to the man. Aside from his gregarious personality, and undeniable charm, his face was attractive, his long lean body, muscled and trim, was well, beautiful.

“Mother.” T’Pol greeted sleepily.

“Breakfast will be served in 20 minutes in the mess hall.”

“Thank you Mother. But it was unnecessary. Chef prepares meals for the entire crew.”

“It is custom. You and Commander Tucker prepared our breakfast on Vulcan. I am only returning the favor as this is your home. Do you think Captain Archer would like to join us? I prepared enough food.”

“I think he’d love to!” Trip replied with much cheer.

“Then I will invite him, he is a…fascinating man. I will leave you two to dress.” T’Les pivoted and exited the room without further words.

“I think your momma likes the Captain.”

***
Two days after Trip and T’Pol emerged from the completion of their mating bond, Hoshi’s engagement party was in full force in the mess hall. Food, beverages, and banners congratulating the couple were in abundance. It seemed all of Enterprises’ crew made it to the party, although not all at once. T’Pol was overwhelmed by the crew’s enthusiasm. It seemed everyone was intent on hugging the couple. Trip deflected as much contact as could.

“Thanks for coming everyone, it means a lot to me and T’Pol that we have so much support here. We know our road ahead won’t be easy and it’s nice to know you have a big family standin’ behind ya.” Trip spoke for them both.

At Trip’s nod, T’Pol stepped forward. T’Pol had wanted either him or Captain Archer to make the announcement, but Trip insisted that she do it. ‘Trust me’ he had said. T’Pol had never felt so nervous. What was the matter, she had spoken before crowds before, given orders hundreds of times. She was anxious and it showed. She wiped her suddenly sweaty palms on her uniform.

Trip knew full well T’Pol would be nervous making the announcement, he also knew it would endear her to the crew.

Clearing her throat, T’Pol stepped forward and spoke clearly, if not a little shakily. “We have another announcement to make. Commander Tucker and I are expecting a baby, in…” T’Pol looked over to Doctor Phlox to provide the needed information.

“Approximately nine months.” He filled in.

There were many open mouths and shock on many faces. T’Pol could here murmurings of ‘she’s what?’, ‘pregnant?’, ‘how can they tell so soon?’.

“I am 3.17 months pregnant. We are expecting a female child.” T’Pol continued on.

Both Hoshi and Malcolm spoke in unison “You’re what?”

That had a familiar ring to it, thought T’Pol. Many congratulations, more hugs, and a few weeping crewman (T’Pol was surprised Malcolm was among them) assaulted the couple.

“You bloody bastard.” Malcolm was giving Trip a bear hug and thumping him repeatedly on the back.

“Sorry…I…didn’t…tell….you…sooner…” he managed to gasp out between thumps.

“That’s OK, it all falls into place now.” Malcolm looked at his friend with weepy eyes.

Hoshi’s face lit up, another party opportunity! “A baby shower! T’Pol, may I please throw you a baby shower?”

“A what?” Asked a bewildered T’Pol.

***

3 days after the engagement party Trip and Captain Archer once again sat in his quarters drinking scotch as Trip scratching Porthos’ ears. T’Pol has been skeptical about the baby shower but Trip had convinced her to go along. While T’Pol was at her party, Trip had his own with the captain.

“We should reach the anomaly sometime tomorrow. How are the plans coming for purging the plasma bugs from the engines?” Archer queried Trip.

“Not too bad, course we won’t know till we actually try. Might take a couple of shots, maybe need to reevaluate based on what happens. We just really can’t totally predict what’s gonna happen. We’ve been usin’ the container I constructed for Phlox to test.” Trip answered.

Archer nodded in agreement; he trusted Trip Tucker implicitly and was confident the man would find a solution.

“I think T’Les likes ya.” Trip teased.

“Trip.” Archer warned

“She’s a fine lookin’ woman.”

“Trip.”

“Is it the age thing?”

“Trip.”

“Cause T’Pol’s older than me, and I don’t mind.”

“How old is T’Pol?” Archer asked, changing the subject.

“Can’t say.”

“Can’t say because you don’t know?” Archer teased.

“Oh, I know, it’s intimate.”

“Intimate?” Archer repeated, surprised.

“Yeah, certain information is intimate to Vulcans.”

“When did she tell you?”

“After we blew up the sphere. Our skin had been affected by the anomaly; I was healin’ up faster than her. I made a comment about her skin, which she misunderstood, got all huffy and told me her age. Maybe you’re afraid because of a stamina issue. I mean, that’s a whole a lot of crap about that every 7 year thing. Bein’ with a Vulcan woman, well…” he tilted his head back, a broad smile playing at his lips.

“Trip.”

“Yes, Cap’n?”

“Drop it.”

Trip’s eyes were shining in amusement.

“I wonder if T’Pol is enjoying the baby shower.” Archer mused.

Trip’s eyes became unfocused, “Nope. She doesn’t ‘understand the purpose of this activity’.” He said mimicking T’Pol’s tone.

“You can communicate with her?” Archer looked dubious.

“Yep, from anywhere on the ship now. First few days, I had to be pretty close. But now, I can hear her from anywhere. Each night after we mediate, we spend, oh, anywhere from a few minutes to an hour bonding. She wants to see if we can communicate when one of us on the ship and one if us in a planet. Guess we’ll find out sooner or later.”

“I thought you already bonded.”

“We completed the bond, but you still continue to deepen the link.”

Trip’s eyes became unfocused again. He smiled and laughed; he must be talking to T’Pol Archer thought.

‘I don’t understand the activities of this party and neither does my mother.’

‘Doubtful.’

After Trip broke contact with T’Pol, he regaled the captain with their conversation. Archer had tears of laughter streaming down his face. “Can’t you just see her there, sitting all rigid and tight lipped?”

“Phlox promised to take pictures, so hopefully he’ll capture that for me.”

“Phlox is at her baby shower?” the captain was amazed.

“Yep. He said he was intrigued to witness a human custom such as this since it does not exist in his culture.”

“How did he convince Hoshi to let him attend?”

“I dunno. Not sure I want to either. Doctor Phlox can sure pull some surprises when he wants to.”

“I’ve heard through the ship’s grapevine that Malcolm and Hoshi are an item now.”

“Are they?” Trip’s tone was carefully neutral. Archer was certain he had all the details.

“I’ve had to look the other way with you and T’Pol, but, I really can’t have Enterprise filled with bunch of babies can I?”

“When T’Pol goes through her pon farr in a year and half or so, I’m gonna get her pregnant. That’s when she’ll ovulate again; I can’t let the opportunity slip by for another 7 years,. Besides, I’d really like to see Lorian again. If Starfleet decides to assign us to a space station, so be it. I love explorin’ space, but I love her and my family more. You know, Phlox still isn’t sure how she became pregnant in the first place, whether it was the Trellium, some anomaly we passed through, or a combination of things, he won’t ever know since so much time passed before we found she was pregnant. Part of her lack emotional control was due in part to carrying my baby. Not just the Trillium.”

“Didn’t she notice…ah…that…she…didn’t…have….something?”

“Oh, that. Vulcan women don’t have periods.”

“Lucky you. So, how are the dancing lessons coming?”

Trip smirked at the captain’s first statement, and answered. “Pretty good. I got a few crushed toes, but all in all she’s doin’ real good. I’ve been teachin’ her a waltz. I wanna us to dance at our human weddin’. I’ve also been teachin’ her chess and she’s teachin’ me some Vulcan game called Kalto. Kind of looks like pickup sticks. By the way what have you reported to Starfleet? About T’Pol and me I mean?”

“Nothing yet. I’m not sure what to report really. The non-fraternization rules are at the captain’s discretion. Still, I don’t know about having the whole crew start dating each other. Could get messy real fast.”

Trip nodded in understanding. He was well aware that he and T’Pol were an exception. Their relationship was for keeps. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us Jon. We just have one more, well two more favors to ask.”

What now? Hadn’t he looked the other way with these two? They couldn’t keep their hands or lips off of each other. He never thought that the Vulcan who stepped into his ready room more than 3 years ago, who had refused to shake their hands, would be reported groping the Chief Engineer in the turbo lift. However, almost all of the crew accepted the couple without recrimination.

“T’Les has arranged for us to be married in a Vulcan ceremony once we get back to Vulcan. But well, sir, we’d be most appreciative, if well, you’d perform the human weddin’ ceremony, here on Enterprise.” Trip was nervous and emotional, and tears were prickling his eyes. “I mean, usually a man’s best friend is his best man and all, but this would mean even more to me, to both of us. If yer willin’ of course.”

“I’d be honored Trip. What was the second?” Archer tried to keep his own emotions under control.

“Would you be the baby’s godfather?”

And with that Archer actually cried, hugging Trip roughly and thumped him on the back. What Trip didn’t know was how much Archer regretted not having his own family. If he couldn’t have his own, he was honored to be included in others.

“Of course I will thank you.”

“T’Les said you were a ‘fascinating man’”

“Trip.”

***

“Ensign Soto to Commander Tucker, I have finally contacted your parents.” Hoshi reported to Trip.

Finally, he thought. At least I have good news.

“Can you route it to our quarters?”

“Certainly sir.”

The console in Trip and T’Pol’s quarters lit up with the image of an older version of Trip, although the nose was different, and a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. T’Pol could see that Trip got his nose from his mother.

“Mom, Dad. I have some good news!” Trip began. “Remember the woman I told you about?”

“The Vulcan gal?” His father asked.

“Yes. Pop, this is T’Pol; T’Pol, Charles Tucker, Jr.”

“Call me Charlie.” The elder Tucker replied genially.

“Momma, T’Pol, T’Pol, Catherine Tucker.”

“Pleased to meet ya.” Trip’s mother responded warmly.

Trip was suddenly nervous, his mouth dry.

“What is it honey?” his mother prompted concern in her voice.

“Well, um. You see, uh…” Tip looked helplessly at T’Pol, he was completely at a loss for words for once. What do I say? I should have planned this out he thought. T’Pol picked up easily on his distress.

T’Pol could see this would take a long time if she let Trip stammer along. May as well let them know. T’Pol spoke in clear voice. “Your son and I have engaged in sexual relations which has resulted in my pregnancy. We have bonded according to Vulcan traditions and plan on a human and Vulcan wedding ceremony. We would be honored to have your presence aboard Enterprise to partake of the event.”

Trip and Trip’s parents sat with their mouths agape. “You’re what?” Charles Tucker Jr. blurted out. T’Pol was expecting the now familiar words.

“That’s a lot of information in just a few seconds.” Trip’s mother had regained her composure before his father. She patted her husband on the arm, trying to calm him.

“I love her, very much, and she loves me. I couldn’t be happier.” Trip managed to get out. He was just as shocked by T’Pol’s blunt speech as his parents.

“Well, um, honey, that’s wonderful news! When are you getting married?” Catherine Tucker wasn’t a prude, but she did feel that parents should be married to one another. She was hoping the nuptials would take place before the birth of this grandchild.

“Well momma, under Vulcan customs, we are, in fact, already married since we have completed the bonding ritual.” Trip explained.

“Bonding ritual?” Catherine asked, clearly perplexed.

With an approving nod from T’Pol, Trip explained to his parents in general terms about the bonding process and the lifetime commitment it entailed. His parents were particularly intrigued by the telepathic abilities of their son and his Vulcan wife.

“Captain Archer will perform the human ceremony here on Enterprise. T’Pol’s momma arranged for a ceremony on Vulcan.”

From there they discussed details and timetables on when Trip’s parents could make contact with Enterprise for the human ceremony. In 30 days, Trip would marry T’Pol in a human ceremony.

“Mrs. Tucker, I would like to speak to you privately, if I may.” T’Pol asked, her Vulcan expression giving nothing away. Trip tired to deduce her intentions, but was blocked.

Instinctively, Catherine Tucker knew that the stoic Vulcan was going to speak of something personal. With a sharp jerk of her head, Catherine Tucker stated, “Boys, leave.”

T’Pol had heard Trip say ‘my momma rules the roost’, now she knew what he meant. This mother hen brooked no insolence as Trip and his father left the respective rooms without further comment. When the door shut, T’Pol steadied herself for the conversation.

“We are expecting a female child. I would like to ask your permission to name our daughter Elizabeth.” T’Pol spoke in a carefully measured voice.

As Mrs. Tucker’s eyes brimmed with tears, T’Pol thought she had made a huge mistake; she started to speak, “Mrs. Tucker, my profound apologies, I only meant to honor Trip’s sister. I did not mean to cause you such pain. Please…”

“Thank you.” Catherine Tucker interrupted. She spoke so quietly, T’Pol had to strain her ears to hear. “You honor her memory; there should be another Elizabeth Tucker. Lizzie would be so proud. She and Trip were so close.”

“I know.” T’Pol was quiet while she waited for Mrs. Tucker to compose herself. “Her Vulcan name will be T’Liz. Thank you for allowing us to bestow this name upon our daughter.”

“I look forward to meeting you in person T’Pol. My son has selected wisely.” T’Pol sat silently as the screen faded to black. She knew Trip was impatiently waiting in the corridor. Now all I have to do is tell Trip, she thought to herself. She suspected Trip would be even more emotional than his mother.

***

“Trip, is there anything wrong?” Malcolm asked. He was on his way to the gym when he saw Trip pacing back and forth outside his and T’Pol’s quarters.

“She kicked me out!” Trip said with a flip of his arms.

“Already? I know you can be annoying, but so soon?”

“Very funny. No, she’s talkin’ to my momma in there, alone! She’s blocked me so I don’t know what’s goin’ on.” The gregarious engineer looked concerned.

At Malcolm’s confused expression, Trip tapped his head, but Malcolm was still confused.

“No offense, but what does this” Malcolm tapped his own head “mean?”

“Oh, we bonded. We’re linked, mentally.”

“Poor girl.”

“Is that that wry British wit I hear about?” Trip’s humor returned.

T’Pol opening the door interrupted the two men’s conversation. “I have something to tell you.” She directed at Trip. As T’Pol suspected, her mate’s reaction was even more tearful and emotional than his mother. While Trip buried his head in T’Pol’s neck, Malcolm looked on and thought what a wonderful gesture T’Pol had made. Maybe being around humans had made her more ‘human’.

***

They had reached the anomaly where they first encountered the plasma bugs and maintained a distance of 100,000 meters. Both ships, Enterprise and the Valesha were prepared to return the plasma bugs to their home in space.

Hoshi, Pirok, T’Pol, and Trip had developed a way to communicate musically with the plasma bugs. The limited information they could obtain from the bugs over the last few days had helped determine the correct inverse harmonics needed to flush them from the warp core without harming the little creatures.

Both ships would experience blown power relays during the transfer of the plasma bugs to their rightful home. They would perform the operation one ship at time allowing time in between for each ship to repair and recover from the power drain. It was decided the smaller Valesha would expunge the bugs first.

Trip, T’Pol, and Hoshi joined Pirok on the bridge of the Valesha to conduct the first purging. At Trip’s signal, the Vulcan crew powered down the warp core. The modifications to inverse the engine harmonics were put in place by the Vulcan chief engineer T’May while Commander Tucker stood nearby. The engines were powered up again, and as expected, power relays blew over the entire ship. With in an hour the plasma bugs were vented from the warp core through the nacelles and returned to space. The Enterprise and Valesha crew worked for 6 hours to repair and replace the blown power relays in the Valesha. The next day Enterprise would perform their own purging of the engines.

Captain Archer looked on as Vulcan and humans worked side by side to resolve their problems. It should be this way, not bickering and fighting. It seemed the Vulcans that were in the consulate were much more uptight than this group of Vulcans. They seemed to accept T’Pol’s relationship with Commander Tucker in stride. It was evident that the other female Vulcan knew of T’Pol’s pregnancy. Archer could catch only a few words here and there. It sounded like she was giving some advice. Apparently the statuesque Vulcan was a mother.

At the captain’s signal, Tucker powered down Enterprise’s engines, and applied the inverse harmonics. Once powered up again, the bugs were vented from the nacelles within 3 hours. Both crews worked all over the ship to repair the damage and replace the power relays.

Warning buoys were deployed around the plasma bugs field, set to warn other ships along with instructions on how to purge them without harming them. Both the Valesha and Enterprise then set course for Vulcan.

***

Trip sat in the mess hall late one evening. He hadn’t felt like sleeping, and instead was staring at the stars while sipping some tea. They were on their way to Vulcan. Trip couldn’t remove the smile plastered to his face. He would marry T’Pol in just a few days in the Vulcan ceremony. He wondered if she still had that purple outfit, he made a mental note to ask her. Trip’s thoughts then turned to the human wedding. T’Pol had been perfectly happy to leave all the details to Trip and he wasted no time in enlisting Hoshi’s aid. Hoshi was helping him design a wedding dress for T’Pol, no ordinary dress for her would do. The doors swishing open interrupted Trip’s musing. Trip felt some amount of trepidation when he saw Koss enter. He hadn’t seen him since his and T’Pol’s marriage was dissolved.

“Uh..Koss…what can I do for you? You’re up late.” Trip stammered out while rising from his chair.

“Commander Tucker, good evening.” Koss greeted with a neutral voice. “As you know, we Vulcans don’t require as much sleep as humans.”

“Can I get you something to drink, tea perhaps? T’Pol likes Chamomile.”

“Yes, I will try some. May I sit?”

“Of course.”

What the hell does he want? I’d never thought I’d have to see him again. Trip’s mind was racing, trying to anticipate Koss’ intentions.

“I wanted to let you know, I took your advice.”

“My advice?” Trip handed Koss his tea and sat down opposite him, perplexed at the statement. What advice?

“Yes, I spoke with ‘my lid’. I have negotiated a betrothal with a woman I worked with after I graduated from the University. Her name is V’Prim. Her husband was on the Selaya. I believe you are familiar with what happed to that crew. Both of us, of course, were already betrothed to others when we met. I have thought of her many times over the years. Perhaps Vulcans could learn a few things from humans. This tea is excellent.” Koss silently sipped his tea, and regarded Trip thoughtfully. “Your future won’t be easy you know. Being a Vulcan/Human couple and raising a child that belongs to neither species. You will face prejudice and bigotry from both our worlds. I wish you and T’Pol the best Commander Tucker.”

Trip Tucker was at a loss for words. Will wonders never cease? Trip thought. Trip watched Koss as he sipped at his tea. “Well, I’m glad everything’s worked out for the better, for everyone. Looks like everyone gets what they want. I’m happy for you.” He finally said.

“Did you know T’Pol’s age before you bonded with her?” Koss asked an odd expression on his face.

“Yes I did. Why?”

“I do not. She was never mine Commander, she was always yours. Peace and long life.” Koss saluted Trip with the traditional Vulcan V greeting and left the mess hall to return to his ship.

“Live long and prosper, Koss.”

****

The bridge crew, along with Doctor Phlox, T’Les, and Vulcans surrounded the human and Vulcan on the Vulcan marriage grounds. Trip had rung the gong with a silly grin embedded onto his face. He then walked T’Pol over to the pillows where both sank down gracefully. The Yoda-like Vulcan priest officiated at their ceremony.

Hoshi had spent many hours with Trip, teaching him the Vulcan marriage ritual. His goal was to pronounce it well enough that the Vulcans could at least figure out what he was saying. His southern accent made for usual pronunciations.

As they faced each other, Trip leaned in and kissed T’Pol gently on her full lips. As he leaned back T’Pol flatly informed her mate, “That is not part of the ceremony.”

Trip’s face had that boyish, impish grin on it that said, “I’m too happy to care.” Trip returned to his position, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled even more. Trip knew T’Pol well enough to see the smile in her eyes and knew she wasn’t offended. T’Pol looked radiant in the same purple dress she wore to her first wedding. T’Pol ad been surprised Trip had wanted her to don the same garment but had finally convinced her. T’Pol remembered his words, ‘You looked so amazing, all I could think of is, it should be me. Now it is.’ Trip again wore her father’s robes.

“I just hope I get through the Vulcan words without insultin’ someone.”

“You’ll be fine.”

The old Vulcan priest spoke slowly, while Hoshi once again interpreted for the crew. Soon the ceremony concluded and the humans milled around while the Vulcans, except for T’Les.

“Commander Tucker, it is an honor to welcome you to my family.” T’Les greeted Trip.

“Thank you, T’Les. I am honored to call you family as well.”

“You are welcome, Charles.”

***
T’Pol was perfectly content to allow Trip and Hoshi plan their human wedding. Trip said it would be simple, but fun wedding, “with all the fixin’s”. T’Pol wasn’t sure what that meant, but had faith in Hoshi to cull some of her mate’s more outlandish ideas. T’Les had opted to stay aboard Enterprise to witness the human wedding after a lengthy discussion with Trip. How Trip had convinced her, T’Pol wasn’t sure. Trip could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. T’Pol did notice that her mother spent a great deal of her time with Captain Archer.

T’Pol stood in front of a full-length mirror and reviewed herself. The dress was off-white with ¾ length flared sleeves, with the skirt grazing her ankles. The skirt of the dress was flared, perfect for dancing according to Trip. She also wore a belt of a coral-colored silk with Vulcan script stating ‘two hearts together’, no doubt Trip’s sentiment. In a few minutes, Doctor Phlox was to accompany her to the observation lounge where the ceremony would be conducted.

T’Pol has been overwhelmed by Trip’s enormous family a few nights prior. They descended on Enterprise like a plague of locusts. Apparently his entire family booked a transport ship. Aunts, Uncles, brother, cousins (which were many), nieces, and nephews, and of course his mother and father. All greeted T’Pol, quite literally, with open arms. If she had thought the Enterprise crew was happy for them, it paled in comparison to the Tucker clan’s exuberance. She had been concerned that the festivities had not been planned to account for all the extra guests, but Hoshi and Trip assured her they had. Apparently Trip had been expecting this.

The door chime sounded, and expecting Doctor Phlox, T’Pol called “Enter.”

Instead, in the doorframe, wearing his Starfleet formal attire stood her husband, twice over now, soon to be three times. “Ensign Soto said it would be ‘bad luck’ to see the bride before the wedding.” T’Pol informed her spouse. He looked beautiful. The crisp uniform accentuated his lean form very well. All she wanted to do was take it off.

“Well, seein’ how we’re already married, a couple times, I think we can risk it. Besides, I have a few things for you.”

Trip had a box in his hand and walked behind T’Pol while pulling something from the box. T’Pol couldn’t see what it was. “Close your eyes.”

T’Pol obediently closed her eyes while still facing the mirror. She felt something cold go around her neck ad fought the instinct to open her eyes. “Open them.”

Around her neck, Trip had placed a necklace. It was a double strand of pearls with an orchid carved from coral, the same color as her belt. Small diamonds adorned the center of the flower. “It is beautiful.” T’Pol replied as she gingerly touched the necklace. “It was your sister’s?” she picked up the thought from Trip.

“It was, now it’s yours. I had given it to Lizzie when she graduated with her bachelor’s in architecture. Orchids were her favorite flower.” T’Pol opened her mouth to protest the gift, but Trip continued on. “It’s tradition in a weddin’ that the bride has something old, something new, some thing borrowed, and something blue. The dress is the new, that pretty headband you have from Hoshi is the borrowed, the necklace the old, and this is the blue.” Trip smiled as he held an elastic loop covered with blue ribbon and lace.

“What is that?”

“It’s a garter. It goes on your leg. After the ceremony, you throw your bouquet and I throw this. The man and women who catch them will be next to marry.”

“To each other?!” T’Pol looked horrified at the notion. She had not heard of this part of human culture, and they thought arranged marriages out-dated! At least Vulcan parents carefully selected mates for their children and not by some random chance of physical ability to catch an object.

“What? No!” Trip couldn’t stop laughing as he had heard T’Pol’s train of thought. “No, no, no. It’s just a silly tradition. That’s all.” He managed to choke out. “Here let me slip this on.” Trip bent to the floor, still chuckling, and gently touched T’Pol’s ankle, indicating for her to lift her foot. Trip slowly slid the garter up her leg, caressing and kissing her calf in the process.

“Do you remove it in the same manner?” she teased.

“Nope, I use my teeth.” The playful smile and twinkle in his eye made her melt and wish they could begin their ‘honeymoon’ immediately. Trip had refused to tell her where they would be going. She had instructed him well enough in shielding, that she couldn’t extract that information from him.

The door chimed again, and this time it was Doctor Phlox to escort T’Pol to the ceremony.

“See you in a few, babe. By the way, you look gorgeous.”

****

T’Pol was astounded by the many flowers and decorations that Trip and Hoshi had lavished in the Observation Lounge. Captain Archer stood under an arch of white flowers, where a smiling Trip Tucker awaited with Malcolm Reed at his side. Hoshi preceded T’Pol and Doctor Phlox down the aisle. It seemed the entire Enterprise crew was jammed into the room along with Trip’s enormous family. A white runner led to the three men at the opposite end of the room.

Doctor Phlox was taking great delight in his role of ‘father for the day’ while escorting T’Pol with great slowness while wearing his face-consuming smile. T’Pol didn’t understand the human wedding ritual, but went along with it anyway. She carried a bouquet of white flowers that gave off a heady scent.

T’Les was quietly observing the raucous Tucker clan, and almost felt sorry for her daughter. Almost. She would have a trying time with the exuberant Tucker family. She had met the formidable Mrs. Tucker two nights ago. She had later heard Trip describe the meeting as two cats circling each other to see which was the weaker. They were both strong, intelligent women. T’Les was impressed that Trip’s mother hadn’t backed down under what she felt was her coldest ‘stare’. Instead, Mrs. Tucker had locked eyes, seemed to make some sort of judgment, smiled at her, threw head back and laughed. ‘Oh my Trip can pick ‘em, can’t he? Nice ta meet ya. You can tell a lot about someone from his or her momma, don’t ya think?’. T’Les had merely replied ‘Indeed.’ Which Mrs. Tucker found particularly amusing. Apparently most things amused this family.

T’Pol and Doctor Phlox finally reached the ‘alter’ and T’Pol stifled the word ‘finally’. She had found the Doctor’s pace entirely too slow. Trip wasn’t containing his amusement well; he could easily pick up those thoughts from T’Pol as he stepped forward to link his arm with his wife. Both faced the Captain beneath the white flower arch.

Captain Archer delivered a simple, eloquent ceremony that left few dry eyes in the observation lounge. Even T’Pol’s eyes glittered. Trip trembled slightly when he placed the gold band on T’Pol’s finger. Trip could feel her quiver slightly during her turn as well.

“…I now pronounce you husband and wife, again. You may kiss the bride.”

“Gladly.”

Trip cupped T’Pol’s face in his hand and gently pulled her forward into a tender kiss. After much badgering from Trip, T’Pol had relented to allow the public kiss. After they parted, T’Pol looked down at the gold band on her left hand. It had been very important to Trip that she wear the ring to signify their marriage. Trip had embraced her culture; it was only reasonable for her to embrace some aspects of his.

“I don’t believe I have ever seen Commander Tucker so happy.” Hoshi observed to Travis.

“Which Commander Tucker?” Travis asked, laughing.

“Trip.” Hoshi answered with a laugh. “I don’t think he could be happier.”

“Wait till that baby’s born.” Travis stated his eyes merry with amusement.

“You’re right, he’ll probably explode.” Hoshi laughed in agreement.

The gaggle of people made their way to the mess hall where the reception was to be held. Chef had outdone himself with the feast. T’Pol was overwhelmed by the array of dishes, many of them vegetarian. Once again, her mate and Hoshi had decked out the mess hall with flowers and bunting.

T’Pol was once again perplexed by the tradition for her to toss the bouquet and for Trip to toss the garter. However, it was part of their ritual, so she went along with it. Trip dragged a chair into the center of the mess hall, where T’Pol sat while Trip slowly removed the garter.

“I thought you were supposed to use your teeth?” T’Pol teased.

Trip just smiled and chuckled, “I was just kiddin’, ya know.”

“How disappointing.” T’Pol then proceeded to fill Trip’s mind with all kinds of erotic thoughts and images beginning with him using his teeth to remove the garter all the while looking completely innocent.

‘What are you doin’ woman? You want me to toss you on that table over there and have my way you in front of everybody? You know you are horny as hell.’

‘Very well.’

All the single ladies collected together to catch the bouquet. Trip led T’Les over to the gaggle of single women. “Now with those Vulcan reflexes of yours, you should be able to catch that bouquet. I’ll be watchin’ and I’ll very disappointed if ya don’t even try.’

“Then prepare to be disappointed Mr. Tucker.” Came T’Les’ dry response. While she would never openly show it, she genuinely liked the affable human. She knew he loved the verbal sparring with her daughter and enjoyed it immensely with her as well. He seemed to take great delight in these conversations, quite indicative of an acute and brilliant mind. He tossed her a wink and a smile before joining the rest of men on the other side.

The men gathered around to watch the spectacle. T’Les stood rigidly in the middle, surrounded by Trip’s single female relatives and the single females from Enterprise, Amanda Cole stood near T’Les. Archer, Trip, and Malcolm stood together.

“This should be funny as hell. I bet T’Les doesn’t move one muscle. I can hardly wait to see the ladies jumping all around her.” Trip said quietly to Archer.

“Sometimes you’re just plain evil you know that? Why did you make her stand over there Trip?” Archer asked his longtime friend with good humor.

“Because it will be funny as hell. You recordin’ this Travis?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, honey just toss it. No, no, turn around, you don’t face them.” Trip advised T’Pol as she looked perplexed at what to do.

“Why? It would be easier if I faced them.”

‘Aim for your momma.’

‘Temper, temper!’

“Exactly. And where would the fun and challenge be it that?” A single raise eyebrow and a long-suffering sigh was her only response. However, T’Pol did as instructed and heaved her bouquet over her left shoulder. As predicted T’Les remained still while the other ladies scrambled for the bouquet around her. The men laughed, smiled, and chuckled at the good-natured pushing and shoving in the scramble for the bouquet. Hoshi came up triumphant waving the bouquet over her head like a trophy.

“Boy, she can really move there Malcolm. Lucky you.” Trip teased his uptight friend.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Malcolm responded with as much stuffiness as could produce.

“Of course ya don’t.”

Next it was the men’s turn. All of Trip’s single male relatives and the single male Enterprise crewman gathered together to catch T’Pol’s garter. Recording duties were turned over to Hoshi, while the ladies all watched the men. Trip shot the garter over his shoulder like a rubber band. A grinning Travis deftly caught in one hand.

After the meal, music started playing. T’Pol recognized a waltz. She felt trepidation, she knew what was coming, THE DANCE. Despite Trip’s assurance, she wasn’t confident in her dance skills. Although she had to admit to herself, she had come to enjoy the dancing very much. She watched as Trip approached her, bent at the waist and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Tucker?”

“You may.” T’Pol primly placed her hand in his and allowed him to assist her to stand.

Together, the couple made their way to the center of the room, the unofficial ‘dance floor’.

“Loosen the death grip, hon. Remember, stay loose, your arms don’t need to be so stiff.”

“I am…somewhat apprehensive.”

“You’ll be fine.” An echo of her words at the Vulcan marriage ceremony.

Crew and family watched as the human/Vulcan couple danced with ease and grace. Soon other couples joined in and the ‘floor’ filled with twirling couples.

“So this is dancing?” T’Les asked the Captain.

“One form, it’s a waltz. Care to try? I’m not the dance instructor Trip is, but I think we could get through this without hurting each other too much.”

“I will try.”

Trip and watched with great amusement as the captain led T’Les to the floor and started to dance slowly.

“I told ya your mom liked the captain.”

***

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Epilogue

Trip had taken T’Pol to Risa for their honeymoon. A planet he was confident wouldn’t care that they were an inter-species couple. He was sure he could have shown up with a Klingon targ and still be treated the same. As he predicted, the Risans didn’t care about the human/Vulcan couple. Several other members of Enterprise enjoyed a brief shore leave on Risa before Enterprise departed to leave the first officer and chief engineer on their two week honeymoon.

Captain Archer had finally informed Starfleet of Trip and T’Pol’s marriage and the impending birth of their baby. He had waited 30 days after they return from their honeymoon on Risa. He had been surprised to learn Trip had convinced T’Pol to learn how to swim. He didn’t believe it until Trip showed him a photo of a bathing suit clad T’Pol floating in the water.

“Why didn’t you inform us earlier Captain?” Admiral Green demanded hotly. He was furious.

“Well, it didn’t seem that significant. We’ve had other issues. Did you review Commander Tucker’s research on organic engineering?”

“Don’t try and change the subject, Captain. You know damn well this IS significant. T’Pol, while no longer a member of the Vulcan High Command, is still a Vulcan! Now she’s a member of Starfleet! Do you remember the section about non-fraternization?”

“I do. They began their relationship before she joined Starfleet, so technically, the rule didn’t apply. What was I to do? Deny their relationship? She’s pregnant with his baby and was before she joined Starfleet! Vulcans are…complicated. She had to bond with Commander Tucker. Something about their physiology, she didn’t go into details.” T’Pol had though, and it had left him in awe. Trip and T’Pol were much more than simply married; they were connected, mentally and physically. Trip had said as much, but when T’Pol had also shared this knowledge, he knew his friend had not exaggerated.

“Get back to Earth as soon as possible; I’m convening a council to discuss this issue.”

Archer suspected that the Admiral was more upset about the fact that they would be forced to assign the Tuckers to the same duty. Starfleet didn’t like to be pressured. It rankled the admiral to be told what to do.

Enterprise found its way back to Earth 30 days after Captain Archer’s discussion with Admiral Green. A few days later, Commanders Charles Tucker, T’Pol Tucker (she had formally requested the name change), Captain Archer, and Ambassador Soval stood in front of Admiral Green and other Starfleet brass. T’Pol was now almost 8 months pregnant and was becoming moody, much like any other pregnant woman.

“This council has been assembled to discuss the marriage between Commander Charles Tucker and Commander T’Pol of Vulcan and their request to be assigned together. Please be seated.”

Admiral Green was concerned about the impact of the human/Vulcan pairing, the effect on the political climate between Vulcan and Earth, and being forced to assign to two officers to the same duty. He had been speaking on the subject for over an hour.

T’Pol was growing irritable. The admiral had a knack for covering the same information over and over again. What was that phrase Trip used about a horse? Ah…’beating a dead horse’. Sometimes it took inane meetings like this make those many Earth sayings of his meaningful. She was growing weary of the repetition and it showed. Trip and Soval could easily read the boredom on her face. Trip tired to soothe her through their bond.

“You both are highly skilled, and Starfleet may be forced to separate you. Other married couples in Starfleet do not demand…”

”We are a Vulcan and Human couple, and thus subject to different rules. Vulcan physiology requires us to be together.” T’Pol interrupted.

“I do not like being interrupted Commander T’Pol.”

Archer was about to respond when Trip stood, pulling T’Pol up with him. “You wanted us to explore space, greet new species. Well, here it is.” Trip turned her so that her swollen belly was visible. “The first known Human/Vulcan baby. How can this be a problem? You’re worried about human/Vulcan relations? Well, from where I stand, they’re pretty good. Centuries ago people were treated differently because of the color of their skin or their religion. But we got past that. So why should we bring back bigotry and prejudice for other species? Part of meeting new species is embracing their culture. Vulcans require their mates to be together. So, what if you need to assign us to the same ship? We’re married under both Vulcan and Human laws and just like any other couple we make compromises. Her physiology demands we stay together. We won’t be the last inter-species couple you know. As we humans explore space, there will be more. And those cultures will need to be adopted and embraced. Look, if you don’t assign us together, then we will be forced to resign our commissions.”

“Is that a threat Commander Tucker?”

“Not at all, just a fact. I love serving on Enterprise and bein’ Chief Engineer. But my wife’s health is more important. And if you think for one moment my wife’s gonna cut me some slack when it comes to assignments or givin’ me my evaluation, you don’t know Vulcans.”

More than a few smiles and grins hidden by hands graced the faces of the assembled Starfleet officers.

“I am tired gentleman, I wish to leave.” T’Pol left without waiting to be dismissed.

’I am going to take a bubble bath, join me soon?’ T’Pol sent through their bond.

Trip nodded a bemused smile on his face. Archer suspected that were communicating telepathically.

‘I love you darlin’.’ Trip sent through their bond.

T’Pol filled Trip’s mind with many erotic thoughts and images.

‘God you’re horny!’

Archer spoke. “Both Commander Tuckers are valued members of my crew…”

“That Starfleet reserves the right to assign in any way they see fit.” Admiral Green responded curtly.

Archer was getting irritated with the Admiral; he wished he had Soval’s serene composure.

Soval stood, cutting off any response from Archer or Trip. “Admiral, I have observed the bond between Commander Charles Tucker and Command T’Pol Tucker. I have been…astounded by its strength. I would never have suspected that a human would be able to bond to such a high degree. Even between two Vulcans, this bond would be considerable. I suspect that there is some form of empathy or telepathy in Commander Charles Tucker’s family. To separate the two would bring physical, not to mention, mental and emotional harm to both. If you were to force a separation between them now, it would most likely prove fatal to their child. A poor way to solidify relations between Vulcan and Earth, don’t you think?”

Soval turned to Trip, and stated quietly “Commander Tucker, why don’t you attend your wife? She needs you now. Captain Archer and I will see to it there is an amicable resolution.”

Trip caught the respect and sincerity of his words. He felt a lump form in his throat; Soval wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

Trip merely nodded and left quietly.

After Trip left, Soval continued, “Commander Charles Tucker is a…”

“Why do you keep referring to him by his entire name? We know who Commander Tucker is.” Admiral Green interrupted Soval.

“There are two Commander Tuckers now, are there not? Commander Charles Tucker and Commander T’Pol Tucker. I will use their full names to avoid confusion. As I was saying, Commander Charles Tucker has accepted his wife’s Vulcan culture, and she his. Their bond dictates that they remain together, for the rest of their lives. Shouldn’t the health of two of your most valued members of Starfleet be more important than where they are stationed?”

***

Captain Jonathon Archer entered the townhouse he had acquired for their stay on Earth. Trip and T’Pol shared one suite, while he had the other. He couldn’t wait to tell them the decision by the council. Archer hesitated on the stairs when he heard their voices drifting down towards him. He could hear the slosh of water and surmised they were in the tub.

“I’m sure the Cap’n and Soval will get everything worked out, no need to worry.”

“As long as we remain together, I have no worries.”

“You remember that hot spring we visited on Risa?”

“Yes, the proprietor was incensed we engaged in sexual relations in his hot spring.”

“Mmmumm…you really like to….make love in the…water don’t ya? The shower, this tub, the ocean…”

“That hot spring. Ohhh…coming…from…a desert…planet…it is quite…erotic. Not…something..a Vulcan…can usually..engage in.”

Archer could hear Trip chuckling, “Yep. And how…he said…‘never come in my hot spring again’!” Trip’s chuckling turned into laughter, and Archer was surprised to hear T’Pol join in, he had to suppress his own laughter and clamped hi hands over his own mouth, lest T’Pol’s sharp ears hear him. Obviously she knew one of the human euphemisms for orgasm.

Archer was certain no other captain in Starfleet would ever understand this couple or could handle their very active sex life. His mind drifted back two nights ago when he was awakened by a strange sound. It sounded like a woman wailing, but not wailing. T’Pol! She was in trouble! Trip was out with Malcolm, Phlox, and Travis. Archer and T’Pol had chosen to stay in and had spent the evening chatting and playing chess. Up until then that day he was quite sure the only thing Trip and T’Pol did in their spare time was have sex. But since she was a fair chess player, they must indulge in other activities. He was dismayed to realize he had never really gotten to know T’Pol before that night. Her mind was sharp and witty and she had many interests, and he truly saw her sense of humor. Trip had told him on numerous occasions how she made him laugh. Now he finally saw it himself. When he heard that noise, all he could think of was that T’Pol had been injured somehow, and he needed to help her. Without thinking, Archer has dashed into their room. He was not prepared for the sight that greeted him. Trip was on his back in the bed with T’Pol astride his hips and he was gripping her by her buttocks. She was arched back issuing the strange keening noise. ‘Sush, honey, you’re too loud.’ T’Pol hadn’t heard him enter, nor had she paid any attention at all to Trip, her pleasure too great. Trip however, had noticed Archer’s entrance. He had mouthed the word ‘Sorry.’ before Archer had quietly backed out. The next morning Trip had found him alone at the breakfast table.

’Sorry about last night. First time I heard her do that, scared the crap outta me. I thought I’d hurt her.’

’t worry about Trip. It’s just…it’s…’

’Embarrassing’? Fortunately, she didn’t even know you were there.’

’Yes, Let’s not tell her, OK?’

’No Argument here.’

Archer patiently waited for the moans, groans, and sloshing to cease. While he had been privy to their love-making noises over the last few days, he still couldn’t get used to it. They were definitely very active in their sex life. Archer was positive he could never have kept up with T’Pol’s sexual appetite and was glad he had never pursed her. He was amazed Trip could stand up in the morning. No, there was no other captain that could handle this. Conflicts with Andorians, yes. Klingons, yes. Xindi, probably. Orions, sure no problem. Trip and T’Pol, no.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“This morning over breakfast, t'hai'la.”

“Trip, T’Pol!” Archer called from the bottom on the stairs.

“We’re in the tub!”

“You may come in Captain.”

Archer slowly pushed open the half-closed door to reveal the couple in the tub. T’Pol sat in front of Trip, with Trip’s arms wrapped around her.

“Good news!”

“We stay on Enterprise?” Trip asked his eyes wide and his expression hopeful. He looked very much like a little boy; his hair in wet spikes.

“You stay on Enterprise. Soval was eloquent. Even Admiral Green listened without interrupting him. Why don’t you two get dressed and we’ll go out for dinner and I’ll tell you all about it.”

****

Trip and Archer shared a drink while they waited for T’Pol. As she came down the stairway, Trip’s smile was replaced by a scowl.

“Why do have that on?” he referred to the scarf wrapping her head, covering the tips of her ears.

“I thought it would be easier for us.” They all knew she was referring to the prejudice they had encountered in the last few days.

“Maybe it would be, but it’s wrong. We knew we weren’t gonna have an easy time of it, and hidin’ the fact that your Vulcan, won’t help. Sure it angers me when we run into a bunch of idiots, but maybe what we put up with will make it easier for the next couple. OK?” Trip kissed her on the cheek while removing the scarf from her head. “Why don’t we tie this around your neck instead?” Trip tied the scarf in loose knot around her throat and offered her him arm.

The Hostess at the seafood restaurant they choose looked at the inter-species couple with disdain. She sniffed her displeasure and sat them at a table in the middle of the restaurant ensuring them no view of the ocean. She informed their waiter that a trio of ‘freaks’ were just seated. Yami Sulu recognized the trio even if his ill-informed prejudiced hostess did not. As they did not get along she always gave him what she felt would be the difficult customers. T’Pol’s keen ears had heard her refer to them as ‘freaks’. A fact she kept to herself lest her hothead mate make an issue of it.

“Let it go Trip, let’s just enjoy the meal. And tonight, it’s Jon.” Archer spoke quietly to his friend. Archer filled them in on Soval’s polite demands that they remain together, pointing out what each of them had given up to be together. “Even that stodgy Admiral Stevens was moved to tears. I didn’t know Soval could be so passionate. He said that even the Vulcans would assign you together, as it is the only logical choice. I told them I needed you both on Enterprise. Congratulations.”

“Indeed.” T’Pol replied.

Their waiter was a young oriental man, who did not show any open hostility for their Vulcan friend or the unusual married couple. “Would everyone like some wine? We have a delightful house wine. Madam, may I pour you a glass?” He displayed the bottle for their inspection.

“No thank you, some hot tea please.” T’Pol simply placed her hand on her swollen belly indicating why she could not imbibe. Trip had showed her that trick, as it was an easy way to avoid other questions.

“Ahh…I will also bring Madam some crackers and warm bread. Gentlemen?”

“Pour away.” Both Trip and Jonathon answered.

Shortly after the received their food, T’Pol dropped her fork and grabbed her belly. “Ohhh…”

“What is it hon?” Trip was instantly concerned.

“I don’t know a disturbance in my womb. Ohhh…this is …”

Trip reached over and placed his hand on T’Pol’s stomach, “Are you in pain? Where?”

“There, that sensation. It is disturbing.”

The waiter had returned, “Is madam all right? Should I call for a doctor?”

Trip laughed with relief. “She’s kicking honey. That baby’s kicking. No, we’re fine. Thanks. Thanks for your hospitality.” The waiter instinctively knew Trip meant his fair treatment of them and his sincere concern. “It’s our first baby.”

The waiter noticed that the young blonde man was gazing with love at the young Vulcan woman while holding her left hand. The waiter had noticed the matching gold bands. ‘Yes indeed this can only be the officers from Enterprise.’ Sulu thought to himself. The older man was looking at both with great fondness.

“Well, then dessert shall be on me. Congratulations.” Their waiter informed them.

“Thank you.” T’Pol answered him sincerely. Their waiter left them to enjoy the reminder of their meal.

“Don’t Vulcan babies kick?” Archer asked T’Pol.

“I don’t know. I have never been pregnant with a Vulcan baby.”

“I know, you’re thinking ‘why did I ask’?” Trip looked candidly at Archer.

“Do human babies kick this much Captain?” T’Pol asked acerbically.

“I don’t know I never been pregnant with a human baby T’Pol.” Archer replied with a broad smile.

“Perhaps Mr. Tucker can shed some light on this, he was pregnant once, but then that was with a Xyrillian baby.” T’Pol looked at her mate, her eyes dancing with amusement.

“Are you ever gonna forget that?”

“No.” T’Pol stated flatly, and then burst out laughing along with Archer. “And when Doctor Phlox said ‘maybe those nipples will come to good use.’” T’Pol choked out between laughs, tears running down her cheeks, she said, “I wanted to laugh so much. Did you know I had to mediate 3 extra hours because of that?”

“Poor baby! See what I have to put with? If you two can control yourselves how about we go to the museum tomorrow, if you’re up for it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Archer readily agreed.

The diners nearby looked upon the trio with a mixture of amusement, disdain, respect, incredulity, and curiosity. Trip was happy to observe there were more folks approving than disapproving of their unusual companion. It had been irritating that the hostess was so prejudiced, but the waiter had been more than gracious.

***

Trip, T’Pol, and Archer were joined by Hoshi and Phlox at the art museum. They all went off in different directions to view the marvelous paintings.

Trip embraced T’Pol from behind, is chin resting on her shoulder. “You see, no matter how cracked and crazed the paint gets, the painting beneath is still absolutely beautiful. Nothing could ever mar it.” T’Pol knew Trip was referring to a conversation they had after blowing up the spheres. She was touched by his sentiment, now knowing he had been telling her he thought her beautiful, and turned her head for a kiss. Trip obliged her with a soft kiss on the lips.

“Mommy, that man just kissed that Vulcan lady!” One of the children from a school group exclaimed.

“Tommy!”

“I thought Vulcans didn’t like to be touched?” the small boy asked with a distinctive southern drawl.

Both Trip and T’Pol looked down at the face of an eager looking 8-9 year old boy.

“I’m sorry, we’ve been learning about Vulcans, and that they usually don’t like to be touched.” Said an apologetic harried looking young woman who came to retrieve her son.

“Your son is correct; typically Vulcans do not like to be touched, except by their mates.”

“Oh, you’re married?” the young woman asked, she too had a southern drawl.

“Are you gonna to have a baby?” the young boy asked pointing to T’Pol’s swollen belly.

“Tommy!” the young mother admonished.

Trip chuckled as he knelt down to the boy’s level. “Yep. It’s our first, a little girl.”

“I didn’t think Vulcans and humans could have children.”

“Surprised us too, but in a good way.”

“Trip, T’Pol, there’s a Picasso in the next room you’ve got to see.” Archer and Phlox came around the corner to retrieve their friends.

As the young woman regarded the unusual foursome, she realized who they were, her eyes opening wide.

Archer started to wave his hands, they had been having such a pleasant day, and he didn’t want to be recognized. “Please, ma’am, we don’t want to…”

“Mommy, do you know who this is? It’s Captain Arch…”

“Tommy, shush, they don’t want their day ruined.” She said quietly. “I understand.”

“Yep, maybe I’ll be on a starship someday. My name’s Thomas David McCoy pleased to meet ya. We’re here a field trip from school.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Thomas McCoy, I’m Jonathan Archer, this is Doctor Phlox, and you’ve already met the Tuckers.”

“Come on Tommy, let’s get back to the tour. It’s nice to have met you.”

“Come on, let’s see that Picasso.”

“Well it’s nice to see that a few people in San Francisco accept you two as a couple.” Archer looked fondly at Trip and T’Pol.

“Hey, if even we change just a few folk’s minds about inter-species couples, it’s worth it.” Trip replied.

***

4 months later after many more adventures on Enterprise….

Trip led a very pregnant T’Pol to her station on the bridge. She lumbered heavily to her chair, turned and waited for Trip’s assistance in sitting.

“It has been 23 days. This is all your fault.” T’Pol accused Trip Tucker.

“I know.” Trip replied.

“My back hurts; my feet hurt; I can’t even see my feet.”

“I know.” Trip replied automatically.

“And it is all due to your KICKING human child.”

“I know.” Trip replied automatically. “She’s cranky” Trip turned his head and spoke to the bridge crew.

“I am NOT cranky. Vulcans do not get cranky.”

“Of course not. You need some rest T’Pol.”

“I do not need rest, you know what I need. It has been 23 days. You refuse to give me what I need.”

“I’m not refusing, you know why. You need to rest.” Trip leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“That is not what I require. What I require is inter…”

T’Pol’s ranting was interrupted by Trip kissing her again.

“That is not what I require. It has been 23 days.” She repeated firmly.

“I know.” Trip replied automatically. “Look T’Pol, I’m sorry, but you know what Phlox said.”

The bridge crew was trying to contain their laughter at the scene of the blushing chief engineer and the angry first officer. They could make a pretty good guess as to what the First Officer was referring to.

“This is all your fault.” She repeated again.

“I know.” Trip replied automatically. ”If it weren’t for me pushin’ myself at you, you’d be sittin’ here with a nice flat tummy and Vulcany. I’m sorry I ruined your life.”

T’Pol’s anger melted instantly and was replaced with remorse. “No, no, no, you did not ruin my life! You saved my life.” T’Pol launched herself at Trip, who had been kneeling in front of her. She embraced him tightly while her eyes brimmed with tears. Trip was getting used to her mood swings, but they still could catch him off-guard. He’d only meant to tease her, not make her feel bad.

“I love you too.” Trip whispered into her ear.

T’Pol’s answer was a crushing hug that forced the air out of Trip’s lungs.

“Oopphh. Easy now. What the hell…” Trip pulled away from T’Pol as he felt wetness across his chest. Both looked down to see two wet spots over the respective breasts on their attire. “Is that…”

“Yes, the baby must be close.” Said T’Pol.

“Close?! What do ya mean close? How close?” Now it was Trip Tucker who was getting emotional.

“A few days, no more.” T’Pol was suddenly the calm, cool, collected Vulcan they knew so well. Trip looked panic-stricken. T’Pol stoked Trip’s cheek as he had so often stroked hers. It calmed him measurably.

“We better get you to sickbay.”

“Very well.”

****

“I think this baby will be born within the next 36 hours.” Doctor Phlox informed them. “T’Pol, I am relieving you from duty. Go to your quarters and rest.”

“But I have work do to.” T’Pol protested.

“I’ll bring it you on a PADD, OK?” Trip assured her.

***

Trip Tucker walked onto the bridge with a bemused smile on his face.

“How’s T’Pol?” Archer asked.

“She’s fine, baby won’t be much longer now, should be within 36 hours.”

“So, Trip, what’s been 23 days?” Malcolm teased.

Stifled laughter and grins greeted Trip’s scowl as he regarded his friends.

“You folks are funny as hell. Doctor Phlox has relieved T’Pol from duty, but my workaholic wife was workin’ on some analysis for you. I promised her I’d load it to a PADD so she can work on it our quarters.”

“She doesn’t need to do that.” Archer informed Trip with sincerity.

“You tell her then!” Trip went to T’Pol’s station and dutifully downloaded the sensor data. “Hoshi, go that birth pool handy?”

Hoshi brought up the birth pool and displayed it on the main viewer.

“Damn. I’m certainly not gonna make my day. You’ve even got Starfleet brass making bets?”

“The bigger the pool, the bigger that payoff! And let’s face it; the brass gets more than we do! They can afford to bet more.” Hoshi replied with all innocence from her station.

“You know, I don’t think its fair for Phlox to be bettin’ on the birth pool. Looks like he’s gonna win that one. What about the labor pool?”

After careful review, Trip said, “Put me down for 12 hours. Who’s TT, Hoshi?”

“I can’t reveal that information Commander.” Hoshi stated with a smile.

“Betting on your wife Trip?” Malcolm teased from his station.

“Yeah, but don’t tell her.” As Trip turned to leave he threw over his shoulder “And yes folks, I know I’m whipped, and happily so.”

Trip could hear their laughter as the doors swished shut.

***

15 hours later

T’Pol woke with a cry, clutching her belly. “TRIP!”

“Is it the baby? She’s coming?”

“Yes. Ohhh….ah…this hurts.”

“I know, lay back sweetie. Breathe, I’ll let Phlox know.” Trip could feel the pain T’Pol was in thorough their bond. She was doing her best to mitigate the pain. Trip realized he was probably the only human male who could actually understand what his wife was going through.

“Tucker to Phlox, it’s time.”

“I’ll be right there. Phlox out.”

While they waited for Phlox, Trip had turned T’Pol on her side and did his best to alleviate her pain through neuro-pressure. Trip wasn’t surprised that Archer accompanied Doctor Phlox to their quarters. Together they assisted Phlox in lifting T’Pol to the gurney and started to head towards the door.

“Uh…Trip? Shouldn’t you put some clothes on?” Archer asked his friend candidly before Trip walked out into the corridor. “Do you two ever wear clothes when you’re in your quarters?”

“Only when we play strip chess.” Trip joked back as he pulled on some pants.

***

More than 9 hours later.

“Push! That’s it, darlin’. You’re almost there.” Trip Tucker held his wife’s hand in his, her superior strength crushing it. T’Pol was exhausted; she had been in labor for over 9 hours. She was drenched in sweat and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Trip used his own energy to assist T’Pol and share her pain as best he could. Trip risked a glance down between T’Pol’s legs and was almost undone the by sight of green blood. ‘How the hell is she doin’ this? Must hurt like a sonofabitch!’ he thought.

“THAT DOES NOT HELP!” T’Pol returned to the breathing exercises she was desperately trying to remember. “My apologies.”

“Oops! Sorry hon.”

“Go ahead and scream T’Pol. I won’t think any less of you. You’ll probably feel better if you do.” Phlox stated simply from his position between her legs. “Push again Commander.”

Vulcan training be damned, she thought. T’Pol pushed and screamed at the same time. Phlox was correct, she did feel better.

“One more time, sweetie, one more push.” Trip encouraged.

T’Pol complied, pushing and screaming at the same time while clutching Trip’s hand. He hoped she wouldn’t break any bones. She was filled with an immense relief as she felt the baby leave her body.

“Oh, she’s so beautiful. YES! She has your ears hon.”

T’Pol was exhausted and in pain and she couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face. “May I see her?” Phlox carefully handed over the small bundle to T’Pol. Soft dark hair crowned her head; she had delicately pointed ears, and blue eyes.

“Isn’t she the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen?” Trip asked Phlox.

“Of course Commander.” Phlox replied. Every parent thought their baby was the most beautiful ever. Fortunately in their case it was true. Both Commanders were attractive and the baby seemed to have inherited their good looks. No doubt she would be highly intelligent was well. Trip had his arms around his weeping wife and child with a large smile stretched across his face. Despite being different species, Phlox could not think of a more natural looking family. Starfleet had been concerned about a baby being born and raised at least in part, on Enterprise. However the captain had convinced Starfleet that he needed both aboard and assured them that while the parents were on duty, Doctor Phlox would watch over her. Trip and T’Pol had been overwhelmed by the offers for baby sitting. This child would never be without a guardian.

“Doctor Phlox, how long was my labor?” T’Pol remembered to ask.

Glancing at the chronometer, he said “9 hours 23 minutes. I’ll leave you three alone for awhile.”

“I won the labor pool!” T’Pol was astonished.

“You’re ‘TT’? You bet on yourself?”

“T’Pol Tucker. Yes, as did you. Why not? The ‘pool’ was of considerable size.”

“How’d you…never mind. You sure are full of surprises. I love ya, T’Pol more than anything. You’ve made me so happy.” Trip hugged T’Pol even tighter and kissed her sweat drenched head.

“I love you as well. Welcome to the world, Lizzie.” T’Pol gazed down with love at her small daughter.

“Wait until our families hear, we’ll have a whole mess of company on this ship again!”

“Indeed. If the entire Tucker clan comes again, Chef will need to restock the pantry.”

“Absolutely.” Trip retorted.

They could hear Phlox contact the captain. Soon thereafter the captain made a ship wide announcement.

“Please welcome the newest member of our crew, Elizabeth T’Liz Tucker. 7 lbs, 3 ounces. Date of Birth December 29th, 2154. Blue eyes, dark hair, and pointed ears. Doctor Phlox has asked everyone to give the new family a few hours rest before seeing the baby. And as Captain, I get to go first.”

The End

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LOL! Oh wow.. best bits:

"At least Vulcan parents carefully selected mates for their children and not by some random chance of physical ability to catch an object."

"She had met the formidable Mrs. Tucker two nights ago. She had later heard Trip describe the meeting as two cats circling each other to see which was the weaker."

LOL! This story is so funny...

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. Thanks a lot for such a wonderful tale of two interesting characters in Star Trek history. Now I have to go back and read the story all over again.

Awwww! Really sweet! Loved the ending.

great... thats all i can say

Great story. Thanks for the Chrissy pressie :D

LOL!!!!! Cant,,,, breath,,,,,,To,,,,,,Funny!
God this was a great story! Is it to much to ask for a sequal?

Wow. I love this. I completely adore this. I mean, wow. And I like the McCoy bit, too.

Did I mention that this rules?

This is too funny! I LOVED it! I agree sequel.

And Sulu. Didn't catch that the first time around.

This is so sweet! I was smiling and laughing through the whole ending!!! Excellent!

HILARIOUS! :D

Awwww, loved it.

Just too funny - loved all the T/T moments, the banter is quite hilarious

I really enjoy reading this story. It was well thought out and very entertaining. Don't forget Hilarious. :)

Sulu?McCoy??? That's really funny!I can't stop loughing .
One of the best stories I've ever read ! I enjoyed reading this story so much!!!

Great and funny story!

Thank you!!

Nice touch bringing in Kirk's crew... Great Job!

Wonderful story -- loved every word of it!

Beautiful conclusion to a delightful story.
One year to the day after Harbinger, eh? Nice touch.

Great story, lots of fun! One question, what happened to the Archer/T'Les romance? I thought for sure that you'd bring those two together! Just imagine, Archer as Trip's father-in-law!

All in all, a fun romp with great characters! thanks.

I loved this! Her bringing up trip's pregnancy again, too funny. PLease wirte a sequel. This was funny as hell!

That was wonderful! A truly delightful read, thank you! (*cough* sequel *cough*) ;)

I absolutely adored this, it was PERFECT! And for once our favourite couple did not have to go through hell and high water, it put a bit happy smile on my face. Thank you, Ali D :~)

Thank you for such a sweet and delightful story. I loved every bit of it.

All I can say is.... Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Somehow I see Trip and T'Pol's future being VERY interesting! And of course I must demand a sequal....

I Also demand a sequal .
The was so ..............Arieadite!

Just read it for the second time, I just love it. Hope there will be a sequal, would really like to know how they handle to have a baby on Ent.
Thanks for this awesome story.

Thank you all so much for the terrific feedback. I am working on a sequel.

wow omg wonderfuul terifac you should make a book it took me three days to read the ending wuz gr8 i loved it don't stop make a sequl B-E-A-utiful loved it you rock !!!!!!!!!!!! emmy and grammy material :):):):):):)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I loved this story. It was all great. I enjoyed all of it. I really like the mini-adventure. I also loved the Sulu/McCoy add ins. In all I loved this story and I hope you can continue with these storyline(Elizabeth T'Liz Tucker).

Wonderful story...

kinda makes up for the crapy ending to the series finale, I've been hearing about... a little.

LOL!! That was cool! I hope it happens that way on the show!!!

Gimme a moment to wipe this goofy smile off my face... **ah** Thanks for sharing this fun story - There were so many priceless moments/comments, so I'll just mention my favorite from this post:

“I know, you’re thinking ‘why did I ask’?” Trip looked candidly at Archer.

OMG - perfect! (I can totally 'hear' Connor saying it)

**applause**

I just loved it. I've been crying and laughing for 14 hours. Please, more, more. What about Archer and T'pel? The captain needs loving too.

I read "She's What?" first--backwards, I know! But I loved this one as much as I'm loving the other. Great stuff! Keep it up, please!

This story was awesome...I loved it...it was delicious! The beginning was all angsty and made me hurt my hand slamming it on the desk but the end was uber sweet...

Dear God, I've read this soooo many times, and only now I'm commenting, lazy I know, please forgive me. This is one the best stories I have ever read, and I read a *lot*, so I know. And really nice with Sulu, took me until the 5th or so read to see that. This story is simply gorgeous, the angst well written, and the humour is simply brilliant. Thank You for this, it gives people hope to keep trying for love, as *corny* as that sounds. :)

I'm pretty bad about not leaving comments on stories but I need to say I love this story. I hope you come back and write some more. I would love to read something new from you!

Loved the story!!!! Is there a sequal in which we could see Archer and T'Les coming together? ;) Thank you for such a wonderful story. I enjoyed it very much.

What happened to the next story? There is an unfinished sequil to this story that is not listed in the archive.

omg this is an amazin' story man.
i hope u make a new chapter with lizzi growin up and with archer, t'les
(i woner wat would happen????)

This is such a wonderful story. Sweet, emotional no one (Trip) near death for a change, obstacles overcome, characters in character, dialoge perfect and interesting, a plot enough romance, excellent background and histrical references to give it depth. All in all wonderful!!!! Now for those of us who can't write but love to read and vicariously live enterprise, please write a sequel - we need it, like trellium it's an adiction.

Mary