A few tiny bundles of joy [Backdated to last week, closed to Vila]
Spock had been relatively busy at school, both with students and keeping a discrete eye on Mr. Smith. If anything, Vulcans were loyal to their friends, and Romana had been a true one.
Though also Data had been a particularly good friend, and when he asked Spock to watch over Spot while he and Avon were at their respective occupations during her final days of pregnancy, he easily agreed. Which left Spock sitting at his desk, grading a plethora of surprisingly intelligent essays from his grade school class while Spot sat in a cardboard box by the sofa.
He caught a small grunt from the box, and swivelled in his chair to look. Ah. It was time.
He headed out the door, going to find Data or alternately Avon, and left Spot in the room on her own.
Really, he should have thought to leave a note for a particular drunkard who shared his room.
Though also Data had been a particularly good friend, and when he asked Spock to watch over Spot while he and Avon were at their respective occupations during her final days of pregnancy, he easily agreed. Which left Spock sitting at his desk, grading a plethora of surprisingly intelligent essays from his grade school class while Spot sat in a cardboard box by the sofa.
He caught a small grunt from the box, and swivelled in his chair to look. Ah. It was time.
He headed out the door, going to find Data or alternately Avon, and left Spot in the room on her own.
Really, he should have thought to leave a note for a particular drunkard who shared his room.