Happy Birthday
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scotty_chekovTitle: Happy Birthday
Author: Holls H.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek, wish I did, but no.
Rating: G
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing(s): Scotty/Chekov
Warning(s): Fluffy.
Summary: Pavel and the boys want to give Scotty a nice birthday.
Notes: Unexpecting verse. A short little ficlet for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kuro_nyoko's birthday!!
"Papa, hurry, Da home soon! Hurryyy...."
"I am hurrying, Ilya, calm down," Pavel sighed, trying to ignore the pain in his back and the three year old hanging off his leg. "Are you done your card?"
"...oops!" Ilya gasped, letting go of his father to run off into the other room.
Pavel shook his head, turning his attention back to the feast he'd been working on all day. Logically he knew that there was no way that two adults and three children could eat all of this food, but that wasn't the point. It was his husband's birthday, he deserved all of his favourite dishes, and for them to be made properly rather than replicated.
"Papa, I finished my card, can I help you?" Robbie asked, walking into the room with a large homemade card in hand.
"You can help me by making sure your brothers clean up once they are done," Pavel said, smiling down at his oldest son as he took a momentary break from mashing potatoes. "You know Daddy likes coming home to a tidy house."
He wasn't sure if that really did matter to Scotty, but he knew the man had stepped on enough toys in the past couple of years. He didn't need to head down to sickbay to get his ankle mended again, especially today.
"I can do that!" Robbie said, giving his father a mock salute. "Count on me, Papa!"
Pavel loved that he really could. For such a little boy, Robbie was an angel, especially with his brothers.
"Quickly, though, Da will be home soon," Pavel said with a grin, turning back to the potatoes.
"Daaa!" Dmitri yelled as he toddled into the room, hugging his own card to his chest. "Wan' Da!"
"Da is coming, Dima, calm down," Pavel said, carrying the bowl of potatoes over to the table before returning to turn the pelmeni in their pan.
"Look!" Dmitri said, holding up his card proudly.
"I will see in a moment, Dima, you show Robbie," Pavel said, taking a look at the clock and panicking. "And go help clean, now now now!"
"Now now now!" Dmitri echoed, running out again.
As much as he loved his sons, Pavel couldn't help thinking that he could have been done ages ago if they would give him a break for five minutes. Flipping the pelmeni again, he put them on a plate to take over to the table. He was running out of room, and the haggis was still in the oven along with the Scotch pies, plus he'd yet to get the baps on the table, and there were the pirozhki and the syrniki...
"I'm home!"
Shit.
"DA!!" came three little voices as the boys ran out of their room, making a beeline for their father.
"My boys!" Scotty grinned, dropping down on one knee and holding his arms out to pull his three sons into an embrace. "I've missed you today!"
"Happy birthday!" Robbie said. "I made you a card!"
"Happy birfday, I made card too!" Ilya added.
"Birfy!" Dmitri yelled.
Scotty laughed, pulling his boys closer and kissing their cheeks. He didn't know how he made it through the day without them, being home was like being revilalized. Though there was a large part of his ideal home picture missing still.
"Pasha, I'm home, love," Scotty called again, wondering why Pavel wasn't right behind the boys to hug and kiss him like usual. "...what smells so good?"
Picking up Dmitri, he made his way over to the kitchen where Pavel was working like a madman to get everything ready. Their little table was covered with an absolute feast of all of his favourite foods, and Pavel was still adding more to the pile. Scotty's mouth was automatically watering as he fought the urge to just run over and dig in.
"Pasha, did you do all of this by yourself?" Scotty asked, in awe.
"Oh...Monty, I thought...I wanted to be done when you came in, I..." he gestured to his flour covered clothes and messy hair.
"My sweet little Pasha," Scotty grinned, walking over to kiss him. "You're beautiful, and this is perfect, thank you so very much."
"Happy birthday, Monty," Pavel said, hugging his husband. "But I am getting flour all over you."
"When has getting messy ever stopped me?" Scotty chuckled, burying his face against Pavel's curls. "All this for me...you're spoiling me, Pasha."
"You deserve to be spoiled, I love you," Pavel grinned.
"Lovoo!" Dmitri chimed in, holding up his wrinkly card he'd been clutching.
"And we love you too! Look!" Robbie called from behind him, running in with Ilya, both boys holding up their cards to him. "We made these!"
"For yoooou!" Ilya smiled.
Scotty grinned from ear to ear, looking down at his sons as he held Dmitri and Pavel closer. If someone had told him back when he was on Delta Vega that being banished there would lead to him being happier than he could ever imagine, he wouldn't have believed them, but here he was. He'd somehow managed to get a gorgeous seventeen year old genius to fall in love with him, and through what had first been a nasty accident, he'd been blessed with three beautiful sons. It was overwhelming in the best sense of the word, it was a feeling he wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.
"Aren't I a lucky man?" he said happily, his vision blurred by a mist of tears. "Happy birthday to me, indeed."
Author: Holls H.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek, wish I did, but no.
Rating: G
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing(s): Scotty/Chekov
Warning(s): Fluffy.
Summary: Pavel and the boys want to give Scotty a nice birthday.
Notes: Unexpecting verse. A short little ficlet for
kuro_nyoko's birthday!!"Papa, hurry, Da home soon! Hurryyy...."
"I am hurrying, Ilya, calm down," Pavel sighed, trying to ignore the pain in his back and the three year old hanging off his leg. "Are you done your card?"
"...oops!" Ilya gasped, letting go of his father to run off into the other room.
Pavel shook his head, turning his attention back to the feast he'd been working on all day. Logically he knew that there was no way that two adults and three children could eat all of this food, but that wasn't the point. It was his husband's birthday, he deserved all of his favourite dishes, and for them to be made properly rather than replicated.
"Papa, I finished my card, can I help you?" Robbie asked, walking into the room with a large homemade card in hand.
"You can help me by making sure your brothers clean up once they are done," Pavel said, smiling down at his oldest son as he took a momentary break from mashing potatoes. "You know Daddy likes coming home to a tidy house."
He wasn't sure if that really did matter to Scotty, but he knew the man had stepped on enough toys in the past couple of years. He didn't need to head down to sickbay to get his ankle mended again, especially today.
"I can do that!" Robbie said, giving his father a mock salute. "Count on me, Papa!"
Pavel loved that he really could. For such a little boy, Robbie was an angel, especially with his brothers.
"Quickly, though, Da will be home soon," Pavel said with a grin, turning back to the potatoes.
"Daaa!" Dmitri yelled as he toddled into the room, hugging his own card to his chest. "Wan' Da!"
"Da is coming, Dima, calm down," Pavel said, carrying the bowl of potatoes over to the table before returning to turn the pelmeni in their pan.
"Look!" Dmitri said, holding up his card proudly.
"I will see in a moment, Dima, you show Robbie," Pavel said, taking a look at the clock and panicking. "And go help clean, now now now!"
"Now now now!" Dmitri echoed, running out again.
As much as he loved his sons, Pavel couldn't help thinking that he could have been done ages ago if they would give him a break for five minutes. Flipping the pelmeni again, he put them on a plate to take over to the table. He was running out of room, and the haggis was still in the oven along with the Scotch pies, plus he'd yet to get the baps on the table, and there were the pirozhki and the syrniki...
"I'm home!"
Shit.
"DA!!" came three little voices as the boys ran out of their room, making a beeline for their father.
"My boys!" Scotty grinned, dropping down on one knee and holding his arms out to pull his three sons into an embrace. "I've missed you today!"
"Happy birthday!" Robbie said. "I made you a card!"
"Happy birfday, I made card too!" Ilya added.
"Birfy!" Dmitri yelled.
Scotty laughed, pulling his boys closer and kissing their cheeks. He didn't know how he made it through the day without them, being home was like being revilalized. Though there was a large part of his ideal home picture missing still.
"Pasha, I'm home, love," Scotty called again, wondering why Pavel wasn't right behind the boys to hug and kiss him like usual. "...what smells so good?"
Picking up Dmitri, he made his way over to the kitchen where Pavel was working like a madman to get everything ready. Their little table was covered with an absolute feast of all of his favourite foods, and Pavel was still adding more to the pile. Scotty's mouth was automatically watering as he fought the urge to just run over and dig in.
"Pasha, did you do all of this by yourself?" Scotty asked, in awe.
"Oh...Monty, I thought...I wanted to be done when you came in, I..." he gestured to his flour covered clothes and messy hair.
"My sweet little Pasha," Scotty grinned, walking over to kiss him. "You're beautiful, and this is perfect, thank you so very much."
"Happy birthday, Monty," Pavel said, hugging his husband. "But I am getting flour all over you."
"When has getting messy ever stopped me?" Scotty chuckled, burying his face against Pavel's curls. "All this for me...you're spoiling me, Pasha."
"You deserve to be spoiled, I love you," Pavel grinned.
"Lovoo!" Dmitri chimed in, holding up his wrinkly card he'd been clutching.
"And we love you too! Look!" Robbie called from behind him, running in with Ilya, both boys holding up their cards to him. "We made these!"
"For yoooou!" Ilya smiled.
Scotty grinned from ear to ear, looking down at his sons as he held Dmitri and Pavel closer. If someone had told him back when he was on Delta Vega that being banished there would lead to him being happier than he could ever imagine, he wouldn't have believed them, but here he was. He'd somehow managed to get a gorgeous seventeen year old genius to fall in love with him, and through what had first been a nasty accident, he'd been blessed with three beautiful sons. It was overwhelming in the best sense of the word, it was a feeling he wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.
"Aren't I a lucky man?" he said happily, his vision blurred by a mist of tears. "Happy birthday to me, indeed."
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Date: 2010-01-05 05:37 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for this, I love it to pieces.
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Date: 2010-01-05 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-06 12:32 am (UTC)<--------> just had ice-cream
<-------------------------> lost 5 lb
<-----------------------------------------------> found out there are ice-cream that make you lose weight
<-------------------------------------------------------------------> read baby!verse fic
in theory [<------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->] losing weight while reading baby!verse fic
You know what a huge kink of mine is Chekov the housewife and all that cooking and taking care of kids is making me all tingly inside. Though poor Pavel, he deserves a break :(
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Date: 2010-01-06 01:43 am (UTC)And he gets them. Scotty is very good to his Pavel, making sure he gets breaks and backrubs all the time. <3
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Date: 2010-01-06 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-06 03:57 pm (UTC)