It was irresponsible, but she kept talking about this- this vee-tosh kah-tor thing, and how emotions were supposed to be embraced and-!” “I also remember telling you that a snowball’s got a better chance in hell than you charming the pants off a Vulcan.” “I remember you making goo-goo eyes at her for two hours at the symposium.” His mother quirked an eyebrow. y’know that girl I met last year? T’Vin?” The baby stirred in Jim’s arms slightly, and he hushed her gently.
How, exactly, did you end up with a baby- a baby, mind you, that looks to be half-Vulcan?” She’d been rubbing her temples, and Jim could’ve sworn that her hair was actually getting greyer by the second. Jim’s mom exhaled loudly for what had to be the eighteenth time at this point. He also hadn’t expected karma to catch up with him in the form of a three-week-old baby girl with pointy ears. He’d expected to make it a little longer than twenty, though. After all the shit he’d pulled, he’d have been more surprised if someone up there didn’t eventually go “welp, that’s long enough” and end his streak of good luck. Jim had always sort of known that karma would catch up with him one day.
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