I hope this is alright. You all know how mushy I get at Christmas. Sorry, but my drabble became a short story!
Christmas Eve
The Tucker’s entered their home. T’Pol headed for the kitchen to make a cup of tea, while Trip and their daughter T’Resa went straight for the living room and plopped down in front of the Christmas tree.
“Did you have a good time at Uncle Jon and Aunt Hoshi’s party, Sweetpea?”
The Archer’s prided themselves on their annual Christmas Eve party. Jon and Hoshi liked to gather as many of the original Enterprise crew together as possible every year. However, this year, they used the party as an excuse to show off their new baby boy.
“Yes Daddy, I liked holding baby Jon very much. It made me think.”
“About what, Darlin’?”
T’Pol entered the room carrying her cup of tea and a requested cookie for T’Resa. She sat on the floor beside her daughter and handed her the treat.
T’Resa took a bite of her cookie and earnestly answered her father. “I think it is time that I have a brother or a sister.”
Trip and T’Pol locked eyes over their child’s head. They hadn’t intended to broach this subject until T’Pol was pregnant.
T’Pol shifted her gaze, seeming to find her cup of tea fascinating. When his wife didn’t speak, Trip realized it was up to him.
“Well Honey, it so happens that me and your mom are about to start taking the medicine that Doctor Phlox made for us. If all goes well, we should have our own new baby before next Christmas.”
“Must I wait that long?” T’Resa frowned. Gradually, her expression changed. Trip could swear that he saw a light bulb go off above her head. T’Pol merely raised an eyebrow at the obvious change in her child’s demeanor. Both parents knew something was coming. They simply had no idea what it would be.
“On the subject of waiting…I know that we open our gifts on Christmas morning, but it only seems fair that I be allowed to open one of my presents tonight, since I must wait so long for a baby. Grandfather Soval’s gift should be adequate compensation.”
Trip looked at his wife and raised his eyebrows in question. T’Pol sighed in resignation, handing their daughter the box with the red bow.
T’Pol addressed her beloved mate in a whisper. “Do not attempt to blame this on her Vulcan half…that was pure Tucker logic!”
T’Resa knew that Grandfather Soval would give her something good. She was not disappointed. T’Resa paused from playing with the new stuffed sehlat, which she immediately loved. “Daddy, if the baby is a boy can we name him Prince Humperdinck?”
Trip groaned, okay no more Princess Bride for a while. Suddenly inspiration struck him, “How about using that name for your new toy and we give the baby’s name a little more thought?”
When T’Resa gave a nod, Trip knew they had dodged a bullet, for now.