Star Trek Reader Inserts 2

Spock

**I have a Zachary Quinto addiction at the moment, that's the second big collage I've made...**

"You'll be fine Spock." You insist, holding both hands of your husband. It was his first time watching your three kids, alone. You were going on an away mission and would be gone for a day, maybe two. It all depended on the cooperation of the indigenous species.

"I've never watched three children alone.." Spock muttered, looking down at both of your hands, tangled together tightly. You kissed his cheek before looking him in the eyes.

"You'll be fine Spock, they're good kids. And besides, Simon is a but older than the other two so he can help." You say, glancing around the corner at your kids. Simon was your oldest son at the age was seven, he was born before you and Spock had been married. Spock had been left alone with Simon before, but not with the girls. Almost a year ago you had twin girls, Taylor and Tiana. They were just under a year old, but more advanced than regular babies due to the Vulcan in them.

"Simon is only seven." Spock insisted, glancing back at the kids as well. They were just nicely coloring in coloring books. Well, Simon was coloring. The girls were scribbling.

"I know sweetie, but he is more mature. Now, man up and watch your kids. If you didn't want to watch them, you shouldn't have taken part in creating them." You say, kissing him quick before grabbing your bag.

"But creating them is enjoyable." Spock murmured, smiling a little for you. He did that sometimes; smile, but only for you or the kids.

"I know Spock, I was there. Then nine months later they appeared in this world. Now, I really have to go." You say, kissing his cheek before running out the door. You heard him yell, 'I love you!' before the door slammed shut. Spock walked into the kitchen where the kids were and sighed; he was in for a rough couple days.

And indeed it was. When you returned to your quarters, you saw Spock huddled under a blanket on the floor. The kids were asleep on the couch, nerf darts and silly string littered the entire room.

"Spock?" You whisper, kneeling down beside your husband. He looked up at you, eyes wet with tears. You say down and pulled his head into your lap, stroking his hair. He started to cry, burying his face into your stomach. You just held him close and let him cry.

"Never ever leave me to watch the kids alone again, please." Spock begged, his voice no higher than a whisper. He probably didn't want to wake them, possibly out of fear.

"Okay, okay.." You whisper, still running your hands through his hair. "Shhhhh...." You muttered a few times, lightly rocking back and forth.

"It was horrible..." Spock muttered, unable to form other words. "They shot me with nerf darts and silly string."

"I'm sorry.." You say, suppressing a laugh. Maybe leaving Spock with them was a good, but bad, idea.