Disclaimer: I don't own Voyager or Star Trek. Just this story. I made it up. I assume the Paris baby's name is 'Miral' because of that episode that when B'Elanna and Tom were talking to B'Elanna's dad on the COMM in the seventh season, they said something about thinking about 'Miral.' After B'Elanna's mother.

Oh, and I think, but I'm not sure that Tom's dad's name is "Owen."

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Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres stood in a transporter room on Voyager. They stood very close and B'Elanna was cradling the newborn Miral.

Tom sighed and stood up a little taller. He clasped his hands behind his back.

"Don't worry," B'Elanna reassured him. She smiled at him. He smiled back. He kissed Miral's nose and then his wife's cheek.

"Energize," Tom said to the ensign on transporter duty.

The ensign nodded. His fingers moved along the console. The transporter pad lit up and the shape of Admiral Paris formed. Then he materialized.

Admiral Owen Paris stood on the transporter pad. He looked at his son and his son's wife. They smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Dad," Tom said as he reached his arm out to shake his father's hand.

Owen took a few steps forward and hugged his son.

Tom was confused at first. But then wrapped his arms around his father. "Dad," he said joyfully.

"Thomas," Owen answered.

The two broke apart. Tom stepped back and urged B'Elanna to join him.

"Dad, this is B'Elanna, my wife."

B'Elanna smiled. "Admiral."

Owen smiled, "Call me Dad."

"And this," Tom said taking the baby, "is Miral." Tom showed his father the infant with cranial ridges.

Owen wiggled his finger in front of his granddaughter's face. "May I?" he asked holding his arms out.

Tom smiled, and gave his father Miral.

Owen took the baby very carefully. After holding for a minute he gave her back to B'Elanna.

"So," Owen said. "Tell me what you two have been doing for the past seven years." He put his arm over Tom's shoulder.

"Well," Tom put his other arm around his wife. They began to walk out of the transporter room. "When we were flung into the Delta..."

The doors closed behind the trio.

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So, what did you think? Yes I am aware this fluff. Don't flame for the fluff, you can flame me for other reasons.