Jim walked outside and looked around. But he didn’t see Spock. Not anywhere he could see in the immediate area. For a moment, Jim glanced back at the house thinking maybe he had been wrong about Spock coming outside.
But then he saw a flash of color in the darkness. The Christmas red and green sweater Spock had reluctantly put on because Jim had asked him to.
With a smile and warmth blossoming in his chest, Jim headed toward the barn where he could see Spock leaning against the dark red structure.
“Hey, babe, you okay?”
Jim walked up to Spock and was pleased when his Vulcan straightened enough to pull him into his arms.
“Sorry you came with me to see my family for the holidays?” Jim was only half teasing. The Kirks could be challenging for most people, Jim guessed, but especially staid Vulcans like Spock.
“I am not.”
Jim pulled back to look at Spock. “You sure? I understand if we’re too much. And honestly, I didn’t know Sam and Aurelan and Peter and Uncle George and Aunt Loulabelle and…
“Jim. I am not sorry.”
“It’s a full house. And with Bones here too…did you come out here because you got a little…overwhelmed?”
For a moment, Spock didn’t answer, but finally he slowly nodded. “They are rather boisterous.”
“They are.” Jim kissed him. “Are they too much?”
Spock blew out a breath. “To be with you, nothing is too much.”
“God, I love you.”
“My affection for you transcends everything.”
Jim laughed. “Some how that sounds way better than my simple I love you.”
Spock shook his head. “Not to me.”
Jim hugged him close. “Aren’t you cold out here, babe?”
“I was before you came out. But if that is your way of asking me if I am ready to come inside, I am.”
Jim held on to Spock as they turned toward the house. “There’s no place like home for the holidays.” He chuckled. “Want some hot chocolate?”
“I could get…frisky.”
“I’m counting on it, Spock. I’m counting on it.”