She’d insisted on wearing a traditional wedding dress rather than giving into the idea of wearing Vulcan robes. The dress fell long to just the top of her delicate little ballet slippers, which were trimmed with tiny little cloth roses in yellow that seemed to go very well with her off-white dress and shoes. She’d chosen not to don a veil or a tiara, nothing like that. She just had her blonde hair, now streaked rather liberally with gray, piled high on her head with ringlets cascading down.
She looked beautiful. Even breathtaking if Jim was allowed to say so considering she was his mama.
“I bet you looked like this when you married dad.”
Winona Kirk, soon to be Kirk no more, Jim supposed, turned and gave him a radiant smile. “Oh but a lot younger, of course.” She sighed and smoothed out her dress. “Is it stupid that I’m nervous?”
“Nope. It’s not every day you get married. And even less that you marry a Vulcan.”
“And yet you did too.”
“Uh-huh.” Jim sat down on the edge of her bed as she stood before the free-standing full length mirror in her bedroom.
Sarek had, somewhat surprisingly, agreed to have their marriage and bonding ceremony in Riverside at the farmhouse. The couple would split their time between the farmhouse and their house on New Vulcan.
If someone had told Jim a year ago that his father-in-law would one day become his stepfather, well…life was strange sometimes. But Sarek seemed to make his mother happy and that was what mattered to Jim.
“Were you nervous?”
“I was. And I had a bit of cold feet, too.”
She frowned at him. “Did you?”
“Sure. All that bonding for life, mind meld shit, it’s a lot to deal with.” He laughed. “You know that. You’re dealing with some of that yourself.”
“We haven’t really done much in the way of melds. But yes. I’m still surprised to hear you had doubts.”
“Of course I did. But I loved Spock, so I set those aside and married him anyway.”
“And now?”
Jim laughed. “Now I’m deliriously happy and have no clue what my problem was. How about you, Mom? You have any doubts?”
She thought about it. Shook her head. “No. I am nervous. Maybe I’ll say the wrong thing, stumble over my words, that kind of thing. I don’t want to embarrass Sarek in front of the priestess or other Vulcans. But doubts about being Sarek’s wife? No. I love him and he loves me. We’re different, sure, but I think those differences make us work really well. I never had doubts about your dad either.”
Jim nodded, smiled, and stood to offer her his arm.
“Frank was a different story.”
“Yeah?”
“I definitely had a million alarms going off in my head, but I ignored them, thinking it was just…not wanting to let go of your father.” She shook her head ruefully. “What a fool I was. I should have listened to my instincts.”
“You weren’t a fool. You were just lonely and wanted companionship. You chose the wrong guy. But you’re no fool, Mom.”
“I certainly have a spectacular son.” She hugged him.
“Come on, let’s get you married.”
They exited her bedroom and went down the stairs and out to the yard to begin.
And that concludes the love month of February, thanks for reading
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 