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Jim Kirk didn’t expect to find the hospital room for his friend, Gaila, so crowded when he arrived. But besides his friend, who was propped up with what seemed like dozens of pillows, there was her friend, Uhura, and the Vulcan professor, Spock. Jim thought they were a couple. Uhura certainly acted like they were.

Neither of them seemed to have a very high opinion of Jim. Uhura because she was hoity-toity and thought she was all that and Spock because he wasn’t at all happy that Jim beat his test, the Kobayashi Maru. Spock had accused Jim of cheating in front of a full assembly of his peers and several admirals.

In the end, Jim was acquitted and given an accommodation for original thinking.

To say Spock treated him to a frosty glare as he approached Gala’s hospital bed was an understatement.

Gaila had her hand resting over her quite large pregnancy bump. She brightened when she spotted Jim.

“Jimmy! You made it. I told them not to bother you.”

Uhura narrowed her eyes at him and straightened, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Jim decided to ignore them and concentrate on his friend.

“It’s no bother. What happened? Are you okay?” He grabbed her outstretched hand and grasped it in his.

“A false alarm. I panicked. I thought I was going into labor but they think it’ll be another month. I can go home in the morning.”

He smiled. “Thank goodness.”

“Is Cadet Kirk the father of your infant?” Spock asked coldly.

Jim blinked and looked shocked toward the Vulcan, opening his mouth on a denial.

“Yes,” Gaile said quickly. “Jim’s the father.”

“Gaila—”

She cleared her throat. “Thanks for coming, Nyota and Spock. But can you give me some privacy with Jim? I’m really tired and expect to be asleep soon.”

If looks could kill, Jim thought, but Uhura and Spock slipped from the room.

Jim turned his wide-eyed-gaze to Gaila. “What the actual hell?”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I-I can’t let the real father know. Jim, please.”