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In Lieu of a Honeymoon...

Tom sat cross legged on the grass----okay, maybe not. He sat cross legged on holographic grass, complete with a holographic breeze and holographic birds. What wasn't holographic was the food. Tom had a huge blanket strewn over the grass, with various bowl and containers of food, a couple different offerings of non alcoholic drinks. Tom certainly wasn't going to drink if B'Elanna couldn't. He wasn't sure how long they'd have the holodeck, and opted for a shorter scenario, with the possibility of adding in some other programs he'd created later. If no one kicked them out.

Relaxing in the grass in a blue shirt, pants and comm badge, he made a some final tweaks to the program.

"Computer, raise the temperature 2 degrees and give me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Long stemmed." Perfect, now he just had to wait for B'Elanna to arrive.

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B'Elanna didn't know what Tom had planned but she was definitely intrigued. She always was when it came to Tom. He had told her to meet him on the Holodeck, and she was curious so after changing into her black plants, grey tank top, and boots she headed there.

She grabbed her comm badge, pinning on as she walked. The doors to the holodeck opened, and she stepped inside.

"What is all this?"

Tom got up from his position of relaxing in the grass when he saw his wife, giving her a smile. Blue was definitely his color. "Well, we didn't exactly get the perfect honeymoon on Voyager, and Q sort of messed up any plans we might have had so...." Tom spread his arms out, gesturing.

"I thought about 1930's Italy, but I wasn't sure how long we had the holodeck for." He smiled, giving his wife a kiss before presenting the roses. "Because I love you. Thorns and all."

B'Elanna didn't think it was possible that she could love Tom any more than she already did, but then he proved her wrong. She took the roses, and pressed them to her face, breathing in the scent.

"I love you... you know that right?"

"I kind of figured, it'd be bad if you didn't. You know what the big tip off was? Saying yes when I proposed during a warp core breach. You know, instead of killing me."

He leaned forward, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, before motioning to the spread. "So, what can I get you?"

B'Elanna leaned into the kiss, turning her head slightly, to deepen the kiss. "I'll have what ever you're having. How does that sound?"

"Like you can't make a decision." Tom quipped back at her, and reached for a glass of juice, and threw some items onto a plate for her. "Why don't i give you a little bit of everything? Are you craving anything in particular or have we not gotten to that stage yet?" Don't get him wrong B'Elanna, he's thrilled he hasnt had to replicate pickle ice cream yet.

B'Elanna takes the plate, looking at Tom strangely. She had no idea what he was talking about with stages.

"What do you mean stages?" She asked, as she picked at the fruit.

"Okay, okay!' Tom held up his hands. "Don't get defensive. Remember, the Doc talked about those Klingon mood swings. But if you do start craving something, I'll see what I can do about it. Just....try not to punch me or anything. Deal?"

"What do you think is wrong with me?" She asked. "Why would I need a Doctor?" The whole thing was quite confusing for B'Elanna to understand.

"I won't if you tell me what's going on?"

"You're pregnant." Tom looked at her weirdly. What was going on? "Our daughter? Remember? You had a little freak out about her being part Klingon and tried to rewrite the Doctor? Is this ringing any bells?"

Tom stopped, biting his lip, realizing that it in fact wasn't ringing any bells for B'Elanna. "You're not pregnant." Dammit, his face fell a little.

B'Ellana's mouth fell open a bit, because they had just gotten married. tHey had talked about a honeymoon, not kids, not yet.

But then the look on his face, she wanted to be pregnant, so badly for her husband, and herself, because it sounded like something they both wanted.

"I'm not, I'm sorry," She said softly, moving into his arms.

Tom wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her scent for a minute. He was, if nothing else, excellent at hiding his feelings. That was why they were such a good couple. They just worked. And they hid their feelings in a similar enough manner.

So, Tom's bravado won out,sneaking and snarking out of his mouth to hide his disappointment. "Wanna practice?"

B'Elanna could sense that this was more difficult than Tom was letting on. Maybe she just knew him well enough to know by now.

She let him however think that she didn't know that he was upset or disappointed. She would have to think about that later.

"With you? or did you have another wife in mind?"

"Oh you know me, I have a couple extra wives in storage. Just in case."

Tom lay down, propping himself up on one elbow. He remembered how B'Elanna reacted when she found out her daughter was going to look Klingon. If she wasn't pregnant, she hadn't gone through that yet.

"Are you alright? You weren't exactly comfortable at first. I know how hard your childhood was on you."

B'Elanna sat down, and looked at Tom, both in surprise and concern, but mostly surprise.

Her face was tight and hard, but it wasn't directed at Tom. "I told you about him?"

She was honestly surprised by this, as she didn't talk about things like this with anyone.

"Well I'd like to think that you tell me everything, but I know that we still have a few hurdles to work on. Nobody's perfect. " Tom grinned and gave her a smile, despite himself and undoubtedly the way B'Elanna felt right now.

"You did. And I know it wasn't easy."

"That's why I said yes you know. You're not perfect. I'm definitely not, but somehow we work," She said softly, as she curled into his side.

"I'd rather be imperfect together, than alone."

"We do work. I love that we're imperfect together. And that you understand me." Tom wrapped an arm around her, and gave her a kiss on the side of her head.

"What do you think? Being back in the alpha quadrant?" Truthfully, Tom wanted to go back home. To Voyager. In the Delta Quadrant.

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