Pairing: There isn't one :D
A/N: Let’s pretend, for the sake of not making Bones and Scotty look like they failed Kindergarten, that everyone is the same age and live in the same place, be that on a ship, the moon or wherever. Written for the Star Trek XI Kink Meme prompt found here.
"Normally, children have a mommy and a daddy, or a grandmother and a grandfather that they live with if --," the teacher sitting at the front of the class with a picture book in her hand and an irritated wrinkle creasing her forehead sighed quietly as James Kirk, her most excitable student, nearly knocked the little girl next to him over with the flailing of his raised hand. " Yes, James?"
"I have a daddy and a papa, Miss Jones, is that normal too?"
Miss Jones sighed again and then rolled her eyes, "Of course, James. If you'd been listening quietly like the rest of the class you would have heard me mention that next."
Hikaru Sulu snickered quietly next to James, causing a blush to creep up the boy's cheeks, as Miss Jones turned back towards the book.
Later on, a short while after nap time had begun and Leonard had grown tired of watching the new student -- a tiny Russian boy by the name of Pavel that was only two years old and something Miss Jones kept calling a genius -- snore almost silently next to his mat he grew curios and rolled over to face his bestest friend.
The other boy didn't stir beneath his blanket (the cool one with a Starship on it and 'JAMES T. KIRK' written on the corner in permanent marker) and so Leonard tried poking him in the shoulder with a chubby finger, "Jim?"
Jim yawned widely and then blinked at Leonard with sleepy eyes, his hands fisting in his blanket, “Nap time is over already?”
Leonard shook his head, “Nope,” and then asked the question he hadn’t gotten to after story time. “Do you really not have a mommy?”
Jim thought hard for a minute, “My daddy and my papa have a friend who had me but she isn’t my mommy.”
“Who tucks you in then and reads you bedtime stories and checks under your bed for Romulans?” Leonard asked.
“ My papa reads me stories when daddy is in space and then my daddy reads me stories and tucks me into bed when papa is in space.” Jim shut his droopy eyes and then continued, “I like when papa reads me stories more though ‘cuz he does all the voices of the peoples in the books properly, even if daddy does give better bedtime hugs.”
Leonard nodded, his own eyes drifting shut just as Miss Jones made her way over to the corner where the two boys had curled into each other.
At snack time it was Nyota who asked the next question, “ James, who makes your lunch?”
Jim smiled until his eyes turned all squinty at the corners, “ My daddy does! papa’s sandwiches don’t ever have enough stuff in them and daddy banded him from the kitchen the last time he was home. It was really funny.”
Scotty shoved his whole graham cracker into his mouth, chewed and then spluttered half of it into Spock’s hair, much to the visiting Vulcan’s disgust, “Who takes you to the doctor when you get sick then? My mommy takes me and gives me kisses when I have to get a hypo-thingie and I cry.”
“My papa always takes me,” Jim shrugged. “He says it’s ‘cuz my daddy has a weak constipation.”
“I believe the word you are looking for is ‘constitution’.” Spock brushed the remainder of Scotty’s snack from his hair and then nibbled the corner of his own cracker, “My mother always tells my father that he’s constipated because he doesn’t eat enough fruit.”
Leonard nodded wisely at Spock, “My mommy tells my daddy the same thing.”
Jim laughed loudly at that, attracting the attention of Miss Jones who came over and ushered everyone outside and onto the playground where Jim was asked one last question by a really shy Orion named Gaila, her red bangs and skirt alike flopping towards the ground as they hung upside down on the monkey bars, “Why do you have two daddy’s? ”
“Because they love each other, silly,” Jim flipped over and stood looking up at Gaila as if she was crazy. ” Even though they get on each other’s nerves and my papa is younger than my daddy and they argue over who has to bathe me, they always kiss when they don’t think I can see them and daddy showed me this bottle of smelly stuff that he says he wears just because my papa likes it and they’re always really happy to see each other after one of them comes back from a long trip and my papa says that if someone ever makes fun of me for it that I should punch them in the nose.”
Gaila wiggled her way off the bars and onto the mulch to stand right next to Jim, her hands on her hips and her voice loud, “I only wanted to know because I don’t have a daddy, only a mommy and a mama.”
Jim looked shocked and then, after a moment asked, “But who tucks you in at night?”