Facial Hair Be Free

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B'Elanna lay in bed, reading. She was waiting for Tom to join her. He had been a long time. "Tom?" she called softly.

He did not reply.

She sighed, turned over the covers, and hauled her pregnant self out of bed. She walked to the open bathroom door and saw Tom standing in from of the mirror.

She could see his face through his reflection. He had his top lip stuck out and was examining it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Do you think I should grow a mustache?"

She laughed, genuinely amused. She approached him, put her hand on his shoulder and leaned on his arm. "It was cute in the Doctor's little holo-novel, but please don't."

She pulled his head down and kissed him. "I couldn't stand it." She turned, and headed back to bed.

"What about 'facial hair be free?'" he asked while sticking his head out the doorway.

B'Elanna kept her eyes on her book, reaching for a pillow and threw it at him. It hit him square in the face.

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