Now that he was faced bringing the gift to his husband, Jim felt a bit silly. He was second and third guessing himself. Spock wasn’t exactly the cuddly type, well except sometimes with Jim, when he felt like it, of course, and certainly not the gift receiving type either, but hell he was committed now.
He opened the door to their San Francisco apartment, picked up the box with the present and stepped inside.
“In the kitchen, Jim.”
Jim smiled to himself and headed for their kitchen. He could smell one of his favorite dishes cooking, a vegetarian chili that Spock made often because Jim had a tendency to gobble it down whenever Spock made it. Also on the counter was a plate of peanut butter cookies, his favorite.
For a moment, the love and happiness Jim felt at having Spock here with him, back and remembering more and more all the time, made his chest ache and his throat clog with emotion. God, he loved Spock, and he cursed himself for waiting far too long to tell him. Had they wasted the time they could spend together on stupid nonsense that hadn’t even mattered? Jim did.
Spock turned toward him, wearing the white robe he so often favored these days, giving him a questioning look. “Is anything wrong?”
“No.” Jim cleared his throat. “Absolutely nothing. Everything smells great.”
“Since it is our anniversary, as you pointed out, I thought I would prepare some of your favorite foods.”
“And I love you for it. Thank you.” The noise at his feet, made him glance down at the box. “I, uh, I have a present for you.”
Spock’s eyebrow shot up. “A present? I do not need presents, Jim.”
“I know, but I saw this…uh…her…and just something made me.”
Jim laughed. “Yeah.” He bent down, opened the box, and removed the fluffy orange kitten. He put her in Spock’s arms.
The kitten, smart little girl, immediately started purring. Spock’s eyes melted and before Jim knew it, his husband was smiling softly.
Okay Jim, he thought, you did well.
Jim leaned over and kissed Spock’s cheek. “What do you think of the name Butterscotch?”