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BABIES

the babies meme

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→ Go from there! You can do literally whatever you want, from silly day-to-day domestic shenanigans to threads involving pregnancies to more serious topics. If you're short on ideas, you can look to other memes like The Domestic Meme or The Family Meme for inspiration.

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"You will be," Leonard says, with conviction. "You'll probably do it all bass-ackwards and drive me nuts along the way, but you'll be great."

That he's including himself in Jim's life as a parent doesn't even occur to him. Of course he'll be there, won't he? Why wouldn't he be?

It does occur to Jim that McCoy's including himself, but it's not an objection taking root in his mind (and, if he is honest about it, his heart). There's a certainty there, yes, his friend will always be there. But there's something else there, too, a quiet, small sort of hope. Almost a longing.

He can't explain it and he sure as hell can't support it; he's not sure where it's coming from or that he's even being reasonable in thinking it. He pushes the thought aside.

"Thank you."

McCoy shrugs the thanks off, taking a swig of his drink. "Nothing but the truth, kid. A starship's not a kid, but some of the same lessons apply."

Jim nods, thoughtful. "Well, here's hoping I learned them well enough." He takes a sip of his drink and then he sinks down a little lower in his chair, doing a very poor job of hiding how worn out he is. It's been a long day. And not that he'll admit it, but kind of an emotional one, too.

"Tired?" McCoy asks, even though it's a question that doesn't need asking. Of course Jim's tired; it's been a hell of a day. Still, he asks it, because maybe there's something the captain needs to get off his chest.

There probably is something the captain needs to get off his chest, any number of somethings, but he can't quite put words to any of it. It's unsettling, all the things he's feeling.

All because of a tiny girl who now lies sleeping just across his quarters.

So because he doesn't know what else to say, he just says, "...Yeah. Hell of a day." He smiles faintly, adding, "Maybe I should've had a nap when she did."

McCoy sits up a little, looking at the other man with a concern that's far more personal than professional.

"Want me to scram so you can get some sleep?"

Jim shrugs halfheartedly, yes and no.

"I'd like the company... but I guess I should try to get some rest, too."

McCoy sits up further, so he can get out on a moment's notice if need be. "How about the one drink and we call it a night?"

Jim nods, raising his glass. "Sounds like a plan to me."

He sinks a little further down, in contrast to McCoy's straightening up. "Anything else you think I should know, before I go to bed?"

McCoy shrugs. "It all depends on her. She shouldn't need to eat again for a few more hours, so if she wakes up, she'll probably either need her diaper changed or just to be held. We've covered most of the basics, you'll be fine."

Jim nods, his gaze drifting back to the crib again. "I think I'll be all right," he says, softly. It's a break from his usual I've got this, Bones bravado.

Maybe this is important enough to him not to try to bluster his way through.

"But if I need help, can I call you?"

"Yeah, of course." He nods to the inter-ship communication system. "I'm just a call away."

"And we'll stop by in the morning--actually," Jim says, sitting up. "Is it all right if she stays with you in medbay again tomorrow? I can't really carry her around my entire shift, I guess."

McCoy's lips quirk up into a brief smile. "Yeah, not really. Of course you can leave her in medbay. I'd be happy to keep an eye on her."

"Thanks," he says, clearly relieved. There's suddenly so much to juggle, so many things to worry about and schedule. He had no idea.

"I'll bring her by after we've had breakfast. Or do you want to join us?"

"When's breakfast?" It's a yes already, of course, but he wants to know when to set his alarm so he can get ready in time. He knows it's stupid to get so attached to this little girl, when she'll probably end up back on Earth with a family that loves her, but he can't help himself.

"Seven. I have a departmental meeting at eight-thirty. That'll give us enough time to eat and get her settled in medbay before I have to take off."

He knows it's stupid, too, getting attached, knowing he can't keep the girl. But he's as powerless as his CMO to resist.

"We'll come get you on our way."

"Perfect." He checks the time, takes another sip of his drink. "I'll get something set up for her, and I'll let the crew know we'll have an extra-special guest."

"I'm sure she'll love that."

Jim lets his eyes fall closed for a tired moment, blinking heavily when he opens them again. "And I'll work easier knowing she's looked after."

"Jim, you're practically asleep on your feet," Leonard says with a trace of uncharacteristic gentleness. "You'll be a wreck in the morning. Get to bed."

"Okay, okay," Jim relents, sketching out a mock salute, two fingers to his temple. He drains the rest of his glass and he gets to his feet.

"See you in the morning?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." He finishes his own drink and sets down the glass, getting to his feet, too. His eyes go inevitably to the little girl curled up in her custom-built Starfleet crib, and he steps to it, resting his hands on the side.

"You need anything, you let me know."

Jim drifts over too, and for once tonight, he's watching his friend and not the baby. He wonders if the doctor feels the same sort of attachment to and responsibility for this particular little girl that he does already. He wonders what thoughts and feelings this brings up about his own little girl back home.

And he can't deny there's a small but very vocal part of him wondering if there's some way to make this work. It surprises him how much he wants it, but even more, how much he wants McCoy to be part of it.

He smiles, nodding. "I'll call if anything comes up. I promise."

"All right. See you in the morning." He claps a hand on Jim's shoulder, then heads to the door. It whooshes open soundlessly, and he steps into the hallway. He pauses, turning like he's going to say something, then shrugs it off and continues out.

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