Jim sighed as he flexed his fingers in the warming gloves. His lips quirked up very slightly, which was a welcome sign.
“How was your dinner?”
“It was agreeable,” Spock replied. “But not agreeable enough to distress you. I was not thinking.”
“I’m all right.”
“Indeed,” Spock agreed, for it was easier for them both if he said so. “Cream of wheat tonight?”
“I’d rather have a donut.”
“After you finish the cereal.” Spock made to begin the preparations. It occurred to him that sometimes Jim was like a little child. He was reminded of the child they’d raised together.
June 1, 2018 at 4:55 am
Oh my heart.
So so good.
The reality laced with the heart break and the love.
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June 1, 2018 at 10:19 am
thanks ❤
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June 1, 2018 at 4:58 am
I know I end up saying the same thing each post but Oh my goodness, my heart
Spock takes such great care of his Jim and they raised a child together! Oh my heart again
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June 1, 2018 at 10:20 am
He does take good care of Jim
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