Little Lizzie - Part 4

Little Lizzie

By: TLR

Rated G
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of a very disloyal and ungrateful UPN and Paramount Pictures. I'm still having final episode issues, even though I couldn't bring myself to watch it
Summary: This story picks up where "Little Lizzie 3" leaves off. Our resident parents have gotten their way and were able to calm the baby in person, instead of from 2 decks away. Trip played the ever dutiful dad and took charge to get his daughter, aptly named Elizabeth after his lost sister, calm and comforted and off to sleep. T'Pol too benefited from his solution in that she hadn't slept for days before they found the child. Now begins the task of raising baby and how to bring a family together aboard a wayward starship.

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May 20th, 2005

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Part 4

Trip made his way through the mess hall toward the morning brunch line. He picked up a tray and began loading it with Danish, toast and coffee. He then asked chef for a bowl of plomeek broth and waited patiently as the rather stoutly man went into the back to retrieve it. Malcolm, Hoshi and Travis all sat at a table in the corner of the room. Hoshi called out to the commander and waved him to join them.

"Hey Commander" her tone was excited in that none of the crew had seen hide nor hair of the command staff since they returned from the mining colony ship. Trip looked at them then eased his way over to where they sat. He glanced back occasionally to see if chef had returned with T'Pol's soup.

"There is a seat here Commander." She went on just chomping at the bit to get some information on the baby and her parent's status. The rumor mill was hungry and the Captain had ordered information to be kept to 'a need to know' basis for the baby's safety and the two parent's privacy. But getting it from the source wouldn't be against that order, and she knew it.

Trip sat for a moment still watching for Chef. "Hey guys....I'm afraid I can't stay for breakfast, I'm just taking some food to sickbay for T'Pol and me."

"How's that going.....Is the baby okay?" Travis started in, just as into the rumor mill as his female friend.

"She's fine......she's just adjusting to us and us to her." Trip looked around again,..... still no chef.

"Have you given her a name?" Hoshi brought him back to their discussion.

"Elizabeth Tucker." Charles said with a smile thinking again of that sweet face that stared up at him in utter wonder.

"Elizabeth......that's beautiful.....T'Pol was okay with you naming her after your sister?" Reed was a bit astonished that a Vulcan would allow an earth name for one of their offspring.

"Actually....I wanted to name her after T'Pol's mom, but she wanted Elizabeth and I can't say as I was too upset about that." Trip smiled softly at the great gift he'd received.

"She looked so cute on the screen. I bet she is a little charmer." Hoshi took another sip of her green tea.

"That she is....and stubborn.... When she wants something.....she wants it now. I don't know where she gets that from." The commander chuckled as all the rest at the table assumed he was talking about the first officer.

"But mostly she's priceless. I just can't take my eyes off of her." Trip held a very far away look in his eyes that brought an emotional overtone to the group's discussion.

"Can we see her soon?" Hoshi was relentless.

Trip started a bit uneasy..."Not for a few more days.....Phlox wants to minimize contact with her to keep her safe from infection. That madman Paxton ran experiments on her and being so young, she is a bit vulnerable now." Trip saw chef come out from in back and stood with his tray. "But don't worry...." he started noticing a very displeased look crossing their impatient faces. "As soon as he clears her, you guys will be the first ones..... I promise." Trip moved across the room and accepted the bowl from Cook. As he headed for the door, Hoshi stopped him.

"Commander....I have something for the baby.... Please stop by the bridge sometime today and I will give it to you." Trip returned a nod and left for sickbay. Once there he got T'Pol to eat while the baby slept, and managed to finish off his own breakfast without a single cry from the child.

****

Later in the afternoon, Trip did as he promised and stopped by the bridge. Due to his injuries, the commander was off duty for the next two days, which afforded him some necessary bonding time. T'Pol as well was pulled off the duty roster to recoup from her ordeal and to get settled with the baby. The ship itself was orbiting Jupiter station, an earth colony established in the late 21st century used as a refueling and repair stop for earth vessels in the fleet and transport ships. Trip walked on the bridge right at end of first shift and went over to the communication's officer who was awaiting her replacement.

"Hey Hoshi" He called out to her as he arrived.

"Commander.....I almost thought you forgot." she replied with a gleeful look on her face.

"Sorry.....Just getting T'Pol and the baby settled in her quarters."

"So the baby is off quarantine?" Her look grew more hopeful.

"No....it's just that it was too difficult for us to stay with the baby in sickbay. I talked Phlox into letting T'Pol take the baby to her quarters. He finally agreed as long as she ran serial scans and transmitted them to sickbay. At least now the two of them can rest without being so uncomfortable." Trip rubbed the lower part of his back realizing all too vividly what his night on that stool had done to his spine.

"Oh....well I still want to give this too you for the baby..." She wheeled around in her chair and pulled out a large fluffy stuffed rabbit. It was white with a blackened nose and pink lined pointed ears. The eyes shown a blue color faded by the many years of service this toy had obviously given.

"This is Ping. He was my favorite toy growing up and I want the baby to have him." The communications officer handed him the item and smiled up eagerly.

"This is wonderful Hoshi, but won't you miss him...Obviously he meant a lot to you that you kept him so long." Trip was touched by the gift, but wasn't sure T'Pol would be the same.

"That is exactly why I want the baby to have him. She is a very special little girl and I think she'd love Ping as much as I did." Trip accepted the gift graciously with a brief hug to his friend.

"She'll love it.... I'll take it to her right after I see the Cap'n. Thank you Hoshi..." Trip smiled his soothing southern way and the communications officer felt his gratitude coming through. It took her a moment to remember she had received a message for the commander from his parents on earth. Trip started for the ready room and was stopped in his tracks.

"Oh wait Commander.... this came in for you just a half hour ago. It's from Earth......your parents." She handed him the disk that held a copy of the message and smiled back at him in understanding. Trip accepted it a bit divided. On the one hand he was bursting at the seams to let his folks know about their new grand daughter, but on the other hand he wasn't sure how they would react to her being a mixed breed child.

Not that his parents were prejudice, but with all the fear on Earth after the Xindi and even more from the loss of his sister by the alien attack, he worried that maybe their perceptions had changed just a little. It's not like they didn't know about T'Pol.....He'd written about her almost weekly since their mission began and his mom in particular knew of his love for the Vulcan science officer. Catherine Tucker could read her son like a book and it didn't take her too long to figure out there was much more going on than just being shipmates. But with the recent changes over the last year, she grew a bit displeased that her son was so head over heels for a woman that clearly didn't feel the same, at least not by her outward actions.

Trip wanted to get his mom to see that things were not as they seemed, but he still didn't know exactly how they were himself. Sure in the last 24 hrs, he and T'Pol had begun to share a little of their true feelings for each other, but there were still many issues to be ironed out. Mostly, how they would come together to raise their daughter. He wanted to know more himself before trying to convince his family of anything, but knew that they probably saw the broadcast and would be equally eager to see the child.

He took the disk in his hand and clinched it tightly. "Thanks" he returned and made his way into the Captain's ready room. There Jon sat reviewing the data Star Fleet had sent him from their initial investigations.

"Hey Cap'n..... you wanted to see me?" Trip asked stepping through the archway.

"Yeah...Have a seat." Archer watched his still tired looking friend hobble across the room and sit down in the chair. Porthos jumped up into the young man's lap and Trip began vigorously scratching behind the dog's ears.

"You look like hell." Archer noted and worried that his friend was in over his head.

"Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure, Cap'n" Trip returned seeing the dog's eyes were closed and head tilted into his hand.

"T'Pol okay?....I heard Phlox moved her and the baby to her quarters."

"Yeah...actually that was for the best. The baby needs her close right now and sleeping in sickbay isn't the most comfortable place. I'm gonna help her get through things....She's doing great with the baby." Porthos jumped down and was replaced by the large stuff animal that Trip had carried in from the bridge.

"A new part for engineering" The captain teased his friend about his accessory.

"A gift for the baby, from Hoshi." He corrected him and smile sheepishly.

"T'Pol's gonna love that." Jon replied and sat back into his chair with a wary grin.

"I don't know Cap'n.....T'Pol is really surprising me. She's so connected to Lizzie and protective....I never thought a Vulcan would get so attached to anything. I mean....who knew."

"Lizzie....so you two decided on a name?" the captain seemed a bit surprised he hadn't been updated on that part.

"Yeah....Elizabeth Tucker....It was T'Pol's idea.....see what I mean."

"I think Elizabeth is a great name..." Jon returned him a look of understanding. "How are you two holding up?"

"Tired....but grateful to have her here and safe. It will take some getting used to, but I think T'Pol and I can get this parenting stuff down."

"T'Pol and you?" The Captain knew of the rumors that his two friends were more than just his first and second in command, but wondered just how far their relationship had gone.

"Yeah....we are trying to work things out for the baby's sake. I mean she needs both of us and I am not about to be a part time dad.... I just can't, Jon."

"Understood", his friend knew their lives were private and didn't push. "Let me know if you need to talk." He offered lightly then decided to move on to the matter he'd contacted the commander about.

"I got in touch with Admiral Ranker of Star Fleet San Francisco. He is heading up the investigation into the Terra Prime epidemic. It would appear that destroying the mining colony didn't take care of the problem. There are many hidden factions on Earth and he recommends that Elizabeth stay aboard Enterprise until it can be determined what can safely be done with her." Archer's words lit something in Trip that he hadn't thought of yet.
Where were they gonna raise Lizzie?

"What do you mean, Star Fleet is trying to decide what to do with Lizzie? That's for me and T'Pol to decide, and no one else." Trip began to fear that Earth would be no better in their treatment of this special little girl.
"She's a child...not a lab rat....I will not let them do anythin...." The captain could sense the rising tension and stopped his concerns.

"Trip....They are not talking about studying her...They just don't feel a life aboard a star ship is the best to give her, but also fear that she wouldn't be safe on Earth due to the Terra Prime threat." Archer leaned forward and rested a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Since Humans are on Vulcan as well, they can't be sure she'd be safe there either, so for now she's gonna stay here with us." Trip nodded and relaxed a bit. In matters of his daughter, he could feel stronger emotions than he'd ever known and wondered if T'Pol was somehow hearing their conversation.

"Sorry Cap'n....I'm just a little sensitive when it comes to Lizzie." Trip brought his other hand up to the bunny and unconsciously began squeezing into it a bit.

"I can tell....."Archer stared down at his frustrations and brought them to the young engineer's attention.

"Trip.....Elizabeth will be okay here with us. She is among friends....You are among friends. I'd much rather have her here than on some strange planet. Besides I don't know what I'd do without you and T'Pol." Jon smiled and saw his best friend's muscles start to relax.

"Secretly...I'm glad we are here too, Cap'n. I don't know the kinda reception we'd get on Earth or Vulcan for that matter......It's all rather new territory... not just being a dad, but being the father of a......." Trip couldn't bring himself to use the term and the Captain nodded not making him have too.

"Well that's what friends are for and you and T'Pol have a lot of friends here. It will be okay....just give it time."

"I don't know how much time I can give it Cap'n..." Trip held up the information disk that Hoshi had given him moments earlier.

"Bad news?" Archer queried knowing of the communication from the surface to surface relay station.

"I don't know yet......My folks....they probably saw Paxton's transmission and want to see their grand child, if I know my mom and pop."

"Expecting a problem?" Archer didn't think Trip's parents were part of the xenophobe culture on Earth.

"No....I don't think so, but their not gonna be too happy about Lizzie's living arrangements." He moved the bunny over to one side of his lap.

"I see...real hands on grand parents."

"Exactly....they also have never met T'Pol or any other Vulcan that I'm aware of. I don't know what they'll be expect'n" Trip played with the fuzzy toy's ears.

"So their youngest son is now the father of a baby by a woman they know nothing about....that does pose a problem." Jon reached into the cabinet and brought out a bottle of very old scotch. He offered his friend some as he reached in once more to remove some glasses. Trip politely declined.

"If I get any more tired, I'll not be able to stand. I'm still really exhausted."

"Well sleeping propped up against the side of a bio bed isn't the most conducive way to get rest." Archer chuckled as he shot down a small amount of the brown liquid.

"Phlox been tell'n on me again?" Trip wondered if there was anything sacred anymore.

"Actually, I found you there about 06:00AM when I stopped in to check on the baby." Porthos suddenly jumped up into the chair Archer was sitting in. "You guys made a really cute picture all curled up together." He finished the last of the liquid making a face at the strong burning sensation it caused going down.

"That's the other reason I'm glad we've moved to T'Pol's quarters.....I appreciate the restriction and all but I know it would be a lot harder to maintain in such a public place." Trip shifted nervously in his chair.

"Yeah, it's times like these when there is a rise in simple injuries and headaches." The two men laughed at the Captain's understatement.

"Trip...seriously...if there is anything I can do..."

"Thanks Jon....it's reassuring to have such good friends close by right now." The young engineer stood to leave.

"I'll keep ya informed of any updates from star fleet command. In the meantime I suggest you get some rest."

"My thoughts exactly Cap'n...." Trip returned him an exhausted grin and left the ready room. On the way back to his quarters, Trip encountered many more crewmen with well wishes and congratulations. He finally started to feel a bit more at ease with their new circumstances.

****

Back in his quarters, Trip quickly showered and changed. It seemed odd for him to have gone all day without having done so, but being a new daddy was proving to be a full time experience. The water felt good on his skin and eased many of the tight muscles from his sleeping accommodations the night before. He sat down at his desk and tried to hone in on his family. Although he sensed nothing, Trip took comfort in that since if there was a major problem, it would have hit him by now. He reached into the pocket of his discarded uniform and retrieved the disk. Loading it, he sat back and awaited the face on the viewer.

"Trip, darlin'" A soft voice came from the middle aged female holding center screen. She was flanked by a rather handsome white haired gentleman standing a good 6 inches taller than her.

"Is this thing on?" She fiddled with the dials, not being as fond of mechanical devices as her youngest son was.

"Trip....." she started again. "We saw on the news about the baby. Is it true?" Catherine Tucker was hard to read. For one moment Trip thought she may be excited about the news, but then the thought crossed his mind that she wouldn't be all that happy about how T'Pol had been treating him. Trip watched as his father's hand clasped the side of his wife's arm and halted her.

"Son....what your mamma is try'n to say is,.....do we really have a grand daughter or not?" This Trip could read, the smile that curled his lips as he said the words grand daughter was a sure sign he'd have no problem with his father.

"And if so...when ya bring'n her home so we can see her?"

"That's a little more difficult pop." The young engineer absently started talking back to the recording. Trip knew his parents weren't too fond of space travel, even though they did make a few trips to Jupiter station to visit him when he was based there, but that was over 10 yrs ago.
(How would they feel about the trip now?)

"Well...get back to us soon...We're on pins and needles here..." Charles Tucker Junior finished his message.

"We love ya darlin...hope you're doing okay and give our best to your friend." It bothered Trip that his mother knew T'Pol's name but didn't use it. Was she upset or just feeling a bit awkward at the sudden family ties she now held with the Vulcan.

The screen went blank save for the star fleet logo and Trip realized that no matter how they handled things, T'Pol meeting his parents would be stressful. How much so, he couldn't gage yet, but still it wasn't gonna be all warm and fuzzy. Also T'Pol needed to have input as to when his parents could come. This was something he'd have to discuss with her tonight. Trip looked over at the time.

(17:30.....It's getting late.) he thought and hurried out the door of his cabin to the mess hall. There he instructed Chef to fix a non meat dish for himself and a vegetarian stir fry for T'Pol. Chef offered to deliver the items personally, but Trip decided he'd pick them up instead.

"Thanks Chef, but the baby's still under quarantine."

The rotund man nodded his understanding and even offered to throw in a couple pieces of pecan pie on the tray for the new parents. Trip left for engineering to do a quick check of his crew and promised to be back at 18:30 to pick up the dinners.

****

T'Pol sat in the room cuddling the baby in her lap. For the 15th time today she performed then transmitted the scans Phlox had required as part of their deal to leave sickbay. Lizzie had been calm all day, not a single disturbing thought, partially due to the fact that her mother hadn't set her down all day either. Elizabeth had become glued to the young science officer.

Although the baby appeared quite content, T'Pol still looked exhausted, having only 4 short hours of rest in the last 4 days. She occasionally nodded, partly wanting to go off into long over due meditation and partly because her day had been spent satisfying Elizabeth's insatiable need for information. Dinner had been the farthest thing from her mind when the door chime rang.

"Come in." She responded and the doors slid open upon activation.

"Hey....How's things at baby central?" Trip walked in carrying a full tray laden with covered dishes and beverages. He set it down on the table between her two meditation cushions, then turned to greet the ladies in his life. T'Pol's silence let him know she must have had a rough time of it after he'd left this afternoon.

"She okay? I didn't notice any emotions coming through.....did I miss 'em?" he asked kneeling down and studying the angelic face of his daughter.

"She has been quite content....however she's also been very inquisitive." T'Pol exhaled heavily with that last part betraying her inward emotions.

"Inquisitive?" Trip was somewhat perplexed. "You mean she's talking to you through your bond...already?"

"No it's still all reflected emotions but she can make herself quite clear when she wants too."

"Well that's true enough." Trip remembered her very clear displeasure at being in sickbay. "What's she been inquisitive about?" he asked easing Lizzie from T'Pol's arms and cuddling her close to him.

"Many things....everything,....the deck plates,...the lighting,...the fabric of my clothing for example........" Trip looked at her a bit baffled.

"I even had to explain to her about resonant field harmonics, when she felt the shutter in the impulse drive." That drew Trip's eyes immediately away from the baby to his bondmate.

"You're telling me, you explained resonant field harmonics to a six month old....." The young engineer could hold back a laugh no longer. He began with a chuckle and it grew into a full bellow as he pictured the conversation the Vulcan must have had with the infant. T'Pol shot him a stern look and he tried to bring it back to a soft smirk.

"T'Pol...I'm sorry, but Lizzie needs to learn the basics....you know Mama and Dada. I doubt she'd understand anything else right now."

"Maybe a human child's learning is limited as an infant, but Vulcans have a greater capacity for learning. As a parent notices an interest in something the child has encountered, it is their responsibility to teach the child at his or her own pace." T'Pol reflected her best perturbed pout.

"Yeah....but warp theory before the age of one?.....I think you're getting a bit punchy." He smiled up at her, then stood holding Lizzie in his arms. "Come on.....let's eat" He offered a hand to T'Pol and she accepted it. They walked over to the cushions and sat down opposite one another.

T'Pol removed the dishes from the tray and arranged them into two place settings. She uncovered the meatless lasagna and placed it before Trip, then opened the vegetarian stir fry and set it at her own place.

"Pecan Pie" Trip offered nodding at the two smaller covered plates. "Chef threw them in for dessert." T'Pol nodded in approval.

Throughout dinner, Lizzie stayed satisfied in her father's arms. T'Pol assisted Trip with things that were out of reach, seeing he had only the one hand to work with. After dinner, T'Pol fed the child from a set of prepared bottles Phlox had provided. This mixture had added nutrients that would make up for the lack of natural breast milk immunities, the child would have had if she'd been born the old fashion way.

Trip sat beside T'Pol watching her feed the child. He kept his arm softly against his bond mate's both to advance their connection and also to be in better contact with Lizzie.

The little girl sucked hungrily from the bottle and stared up first to her mom, then to her dad. Trip continued to make the occasional face at her which she responded, a brief grin crossing her lips with the nipple still perched in her mouth. Lizzie's arms and legs danced happily, she cooed and burbled every time she'd hear her father's voice.

"Hey munchkin.......What you so happy about?" He held her up before him and watched her face light up with the attention. Lizzie's feet continued to march wildly in the air as if trying to get closer to her dad by shear force.

(Munchkin?......) T'Pol questioned him through their bond.

"It's a term of endearment.....like sugar plum or honey or sweet cakes." He looked over at T'Pol and pulled Lizzie back against his chest.

"Humans use food names as terms of endearment?" she reflected a moment.

"Yeah......don't Vulcan's have pet names for the special ones in their lives?"

"Yes....but none that double as food." T'Pol's attention went to Elizabeth's diaper as she felt the little girl's bottom and noticed it was time for a change. She lifted her from her father's arms and laid her back onto the cushions. As the diaper change commenced, Trip continued the conversation.

"Well...what do Vulcans use as terms of endearment?"

"My'ail ....which means my little one." T'Pol placed the clean diaper under the baby.

"Thy'all ....that means bonded or mated one." She opened a flask and rubbed some green goop about the little one's thighs and bottom.

"Ashal-veh or Ashy'um which means beloved , darling, sweetheart." Trip was a bit amazed at that one and his amazement reflected back to her through their bond.

"It is a term that is more descriptive of the level of the connection and less literal." She answered his query.

"On the Mars colony, you called me Thy'all....that was because we are bonded right?" Trip was fishing.

"Thy'all refers more to the desire for the bond, not just the fact you are bonded." Finished diapering, T'Pol handed the baby back to her father.

"So you're glad that this bond is between us? I mean.....as glad as I am?"

T'Pol looked up at him while beginning to restack the dishes onto the tray. "I am finding our bond quite pleasing."
(Quite pleasing...my ass....you're thrilled about it and you know it.) He thought and saw a quick response from the science officer.

"I wouldn't quite go that far...." she replied.

The commander stood to move the tray outside the cabin. As she did, her foot hit a fuzzy item beside the cushions. It slid across the floor and up against the door.

"What is this?" she asked putting down the tray and picking up the rabbit.

"A little gift for Lizzie from Hoshi. I hope you don't mind. It was important to her that the baby have it."

T'Pol brought the item over to the cushions and held it up for Elizabeth to see. Trip could finally feel what T'Pol had described as her inquisitiveness. Little Lizzie stared the item down with great interest then came the explanation.

(Rabbit......Phylum Leporidae.......species Oryctolagus Cuniculus. They normally roam your father's home world and are known most for their....) The explanation stopped as T'Pol saw Trip giving her yet another bemused smile.

"It's a rabbit.....a fuzzy rabbit." she corrected herself which only brought forth another wave of laughter from her bondmate. They sat several long moments just enjoying the lull in the chaos that was yesterday. Trip could feel a tiredness coming from T'Pol.

"You okay?" he asked watching her run yet another scan of the child.

"I'm a bit tired and in need of meditation." she said evenly as she reviewed the numbers and transmitted the data.

"You want me to take Lizzie to my cabin tonight so you can rest and meditate?"

"It would not be an effective quarantine to keep transporting the child back and forth between our quarters. I will endeavor to meditate with her." T'Pol pulled the covers up close around the little girl.

"How bout I sit silently over on your bunk with her. I promise we'll be very quiet." Trip's idea held merit in that it met all her criteria for the child's welfare.

"That sounds like a workable solution." The Vulcan handed Lizzie gently to her father and then waited for them to stand. She watched as Trip carried the child over to the bunk and sat back, with his legs up and the baby lying in his arm along the middle of the bed. She then walked over to her counter and retrieved the candles.

Arranging them in proper fashion, she lit them with a practiced hand and moved herself to sit on the cushion facing away from her family. She could feel Trip's eyes lightly on her back as she took her first cleansing breaths. Within moments she was in her white space, alone and at peace. She remained there for about an hour then allowed herself to come slowly back to the here and now.

T'Pol reached out through her bond and found no activity from either her mate or her child. She looked around to see Trip had slid down into a lying position with Lizzie pulled up close to him, still centered on the bunk. Both were fast asleep and very happy.

T'Pol watched the two for a moment feeling her own fatigue tugging at her senses. She worked out in her mind the logistics of how she'd manage to get rest herself.

Slowly, the Vulcan climbed over her mate's legs and eased herself on her bunk, up against the wall of her cabin. She pulled Elizabeth into her arms just as Trip had demonstrated to her the night before. Softly she laid 2 fingers upon the child's cheek then gently stroked the face of her Ashayam. Equally content, T'Pol drifted off into a wonderfully peaceful slumber.....

***
T'Pol's sleep lightened and she found her child's gentle hum to be more distant than before. She opened her eyes and found Elizabeth was not where she'd last placed her. At first a moment of panic crossed her mind, then she realized that Trip was missing as well. Her eyes scanned the corners of the dimly lit cabin and found father and daughter huddled together on the cushions once more. Trip was giving her a bottle and the child was quite content to let her male parent tend to her survival needs this time.

T'Pol focused harder on the two and found a strange form of communication taking place. She was amazed that the Human had taken so quickly to empathic exchange with the little one. The exchange now was all one sided, his to her and it seemed to comfort the child as she sat fascinated by his caring ministrations.

(Hush little baby, don't say a word......Poppa's gonna buy you a mocking bird.....)

The song went on, continuing its rhyming theme. It seemed a strange type of message to give the child and yet something about it warmed T'Pol's heart as she listened to it go on.

(And if that billy goat won't pull, .......Poppa's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull break down,.....you'll still be the sweetest little girl around....)

Trip smiled back at the child, now drowsing lightly in his arms. Both he and the infant received much serenity from this gesture and T'Pol made a mental note to question her mate in the morning about it. For now, she too was relaxing in this peace filled moment and closed her eyes. Within seconds she was back to sleep and content.

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aaaawwww... What a lovely family.

loved it cant wait for the next part and i wish it would have turned out this way on the show

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That was great! Can't wait to see what happens next to our favourite family. The lullaby was a wonderful addition! More, please! :)

You've done a wonderful job of showing Trip and T'Pol as doting parents and yet, kept them totally in character. I love it!

lovely!! This is how it should be!!

One thing though, don't you think it's a little late in the game for other crew members to be 'still wondering about their relationship""? Yawn, enough already.

"T'Pol and you?" The Captain knew of the rumors that his two friends were more than just his first and second in command, but wondered just how far their relationship had gone.

I'd love to see T'Pol try and cope with the day-to-day of raising a child ie bathing, dressing and never ending screaming. LOL. And do it without Trip?? They really should be living together. he should enjoy ALL of it, too.

I love this story! It makes me so happy.

Awww! What a cuddly story! It just warms my widdle heart!

Thanks for the feedback...I am enjoying this story, and you'll love the next section... T'Pol the teaser is back.... Will be out by Saturday for sure......T