In Lieu of a Honeymoon...

[captainproton]

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.

[Locked to multispacialklingon  for plot purposes]

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[multispacialklingon]

"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?"

[captainproton]

"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.

[multispacialklingon]

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.

[captainproton]

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?"

[multispacialklingon]

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?"

[captainproton]

"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."

[multispacialklingon]

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.

[captainproton]

"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."

[multispacialklingon]

"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."

[captainproton]

"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.