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“Daddy, wake up!”
Jim stirred at the voice of his daughter, giggly and loud. She was pressed against him in his and Spock’s bed, and when he opened his eyes Spock sat on the other side, a content look upon his face. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, unsure why he was being hounded by his family so early in the morning.
“What?” he mumbled, tossing around a little. Saavik pounced on him in her heart-coloured pyjamas, wrapping her arms around him and kicking her feet at the covers. “Why am I being harassed, Savvy?!”
“Cause,” Saavik said, rolling off him and right onto Spock, who sat her on his lap. “Papa said we’re going out today.”
Jim looked over at Spock. His husband inclined his head. He was dressed in the very casual attire of an old, threadbare T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, evidently stolen from Jim’s closet. “Oh?” he said, raising one eyebrow as an inkling of what today signified came to his mind. “I think I know what we’re doing…”
“Happy anniversary, ashaya,” Spock said, leaning over with an arm around Saavik to give Jim a quick kiss. Jim pushed his hair off his forehead and kissed back before pulling apart and propping himself up on his elbows.
He grinned, a lighthearted feeling rising within him. “Oh, so that’s what all the hullabaloo is for. Happy anniversary, honey. How long’s it been?”
“Twenty years,” Savvy butt in, tipping her head back.
“Close,” Jim laughed. His stomach rumbled and he reached out to pull his daughter to him again, ruffling her hair. “Now. How about that breakfast? Do we have reservations?”
Spock nodded. “We most certainly do.”
Jim squeezed his hand. He’d never been so happy with his little family.