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It had been a long time coming, it seemed. Spock and Nyota had tried reconciliation after the events with Krall but in the end, they had decided they were better off friends. She’d made a comment that it would be alright if he pursued an interest in someone they considered friends, and after a while, Spock was almost sure she meant Jim Kirk. Their lives had been entwined since Nero and there had been no one he was closer to than Nyota, except Jim. But he simply hadn’t been sure Jim felt the same way or had an inkling of the depth of affection he had for him. It was a puzzle, a conundrum, and one that weighed heavily on his mind.
The solution had come during a night in Jim’s apartment in San Francisco, just the two of them, with alcohol for Jim and hot cocoa for him. There was a musical record playing on the record player of Jim’s, something slow and soft, not at all his usual style. Jim had cooked a vegetarian meal for the two of them. And Spock had decided to show his appreciation with a hug, just as Jim went in for a kiss.
Once Spock got himself sorted, it was a kiss readily returned.
And that was the beginning, which made this the middle, Spock supposed. Jim had a larger apartment and Spock had been unhappy with the apartment he had moved into after the return from Yorktown, when he and Nyota had move out of their shared dwelling, so when Jim had suggested he move in with him Spock had agreed. There was the converting of a guest room into a shared office space, there was painting and wallpapering and all sorts of domestic things, things which Spock had found he had missed from his previous relationship.
But there was one more room of the four bedrooms that had no use. Jim had been piling junk collected on various voyages in there, but he’d said maybe if they could adopt, they could turn it into a child’s bedroom.
The idea pleased Spock more than it had been intended, and he delved into the world of Terran adoption agencies, looking with Jim for the child that would complete their family. Long gone were the days when he wondered about leaving Starfleet to help repopulate New Vulcan; New Vulcan was thriving and, in fact, there were a few Vulcan orphans among the Terran children they had seen.
Jim had wanted a child already born. He told Spock of stories where the birth mother changed her mind and kept the baby, leaving the potential adoptive family childless. It broke his heart that that could happen and in the end he agreed not to wait for a baby. They both agreed that a Vulcan child, or if there was a miracle, a half-Vulcan/half-human child, would be their preference, but they wouldn’t discriminate against any child that caught their eyes.
And so now, they just had to wait and look and hope for the best.