**Based off of Spock and Uhura's argument in Star Trek Into Darkness.**

"Spock! Why?!" You yell, tears pouring down your face. Your boyfriend, Spock, had been nearly rescued from a volcano. He had accepted death, his fate, he didn't seem to appreciate his rescue.

"I am sorry Y/N, it was against the rules for the captain to do that." Spock defended himself, sitting in a chair.

"Do you have any idea what it would do to me if you died! How much that will affect me! How many hours I would spend crying! Hugging your shirts wishing you were there to wear them again! How many times I would walk onto the bridge hoping for you to be in your chair but instead you aren't there because you're dead! How many nights I would lay awake wishing you were there beside me, to comfort me when I was upset. And I would have wished every day, every single day, that our baby would get to see his father.."

Spock instantly looked up, shock compiling in his face. "Our baby?" He asked, standing up. He tried to hug you, but you shoved him away. 

"If you had died, if I had lost you, your child would've never known their father. And you would've never know you were a father. But yes, I am pregnant. And yes, you are the father. We are going to be parents to a baby. A little life form. And..." You couldn't even finish from all the tears. The anger inside of you had flourished, but then disappeared. All you felt now was sadness, despair, and what you definitely would've felt if Spock had died hours earlier.

"I'm so sorry." Spock said, this time actually being able to hug you.  You sobbed into his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back.

"You didn't care..." You say, getting dizzy and needing to lay down. Spock kept you close, his body almost completely wrapped around yours.

"I did. A lot. I thought of you, of my friends. I just chose not to feel any of my fear, anger, or sadness." Spock said, kissing your cheek. You smiled slightly, putting one of his hands on your stomach.

"Fine. Let's just forget this for a while and sleep." You say, yawning. Spock nodded in agreement and dozed off, still holding you tight, one hand in your stomach.