Nine O'clock at Nine Months

By: SpaceMan41

Disclaimer: I don't own Voyager. I don't really care. I just like using the characters for my own personal uses. MWAHA

WARNING: Season 7 spoilers. Not big ones.

-2100 Paris/Torres Quarters-

He sighed. "Good night B'Elanna." He leaned over and kissed her forehead in the dark. He could feel the ridged against his lips. He smiled as he pulled back. He loved her. Everything about her. He was so happy about her, them, the upcoming member to their strange family.

"Good night," she answered quietly. She sounded tired. He was too.

He turned towards her onto his side. He gently rubbed her stomach. She turned onto her side facing away from him.

She was tired. He knew that.

He wasn't disappointed that her hand didn't join his as it usually did. Today must have been a hard day. He felt bad for her because of what she had to deal with. He thought as he stared at the back of her beautiful head.

He turned away from her onto his other side. He thought about how well she was doing. He thought about what the doctor had said the pervious day.

"The time is near. Any day now." The Doctor had said.

They had all smiled. Tom was ready to be a father, at least he thought. The Doctor was ready to be a pediatrician again. B'Elanna was ready to be done with this pregnancy.

For what Tom thought was minutes was really hours. He awoke with a stir from his wife beside him.

"Tom," was all she said. He felt her get up.

Tom realized that he was on his stomach. He usually woke up like that, at least when he hadn't fallen asleep tight next to B'Elanna.

He sighed. "Let's go," he said calmly. He stood up. "Computer, lights."

As the lights slowly got brighter, Tom searched for his bath robe and saw B'Elanna gently putting hers on. When he found his own, he followed right behind B'Elanna out the door.

-The End-