And so we come to the end of another semi-successful Christmas in July. Thank you for reading!
Jim’s hand wrapped around the last container of eggnog on Christmas Eve at the same time someone else’s hand grabbed it. Jim tugged.
“Oh no you don’t.”
Then his gaze lifted and he stared directly into doe-like dark brown eyes.
“This is mine.”
Jim blinked. “Uh, no. I got here first. And it’s my mother’s favorite.”
“It is likewise my mother’s favorite.”
He rolled his eyes and didn’t let go. “Really? Look…Jim Kirk.”
“What?”
“My name.”
Doe-eyed frowned. It was then Jim noticed the pointy ears sticking out of the dark blue beanie atop his head.
“Spock.”
“You’re a Vulcan.”
“Yes, I am quite aware.”
“And your mother likes eggnog?”
“My mother is Human.” Spock tugged a little and with that pronouncement Jim almost let go of the carton, but he stopped himself in time.
“It’s Christmas Eve and my mother is here in San Francisco and I promised her eggnog. It’s sold out everywhere else.”
“It is also Hannukah and my mother is here and loves eggnog. It is a holiday drink, not exclusive to Christmas,” Spock told him.
“I’m not letting go.”
“And I am also not letting go. It seems we are at an impasse.”
Jim’s communicator buzzed in his pocket. He was fairly sure it was his mom but he didn’t have a free hand for in his other hand he held a bag of Christmas cookies.
“Shoot.”
Spock arched his brow.
With a groan, Jim released the carton and fished the communicator out of his pocket.
“Hey Mom. Yeah I’m leaving the store now and am on my way. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” He eyed Spock. “Bad news though. I couldn’t get any eggnog. Maybe we can find a recipe and make some from scratch, yeah? See you soon.”
Sighing with disappointment, Jim started to turn away.
“Mr. Kirk.”
“Yeah?”
Spock thrust the carton of eggnog into Jim’s hand. “You take it. I will find something else.”
Jim blinked, then smiled. “Thank you. But you know what? I’m thinking we can share it.”
“Share it?”
“Yeah. My mom’s staying at the Sheraton. Room 2045. Why don’t you bring your mom there and we can all have some. We’re having some desserts and hors d’oeuvres.”
For a long time, Spock did not reply, and Jim thought the Vulcan would turn him down. He was already thinking ‘better luck next time’.
“I have to check with my mother, but yes, I think that will be an acceptable alternative.”
“Yeah? Great. If you can’t make it, here’s my contact information.”
Spock took Jim’s information and then Jim made his purchases and went to the Sheraton.
Part of him thought Spock would text him no or even do a no-show, but then just as he was getting ready to set up a nice holiday display with cookies and finger foods, he got a text.
“We are coming.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 