What’s in the Box Paris, Part one of a series

Title: “What’s in the Box Paris?” (Part 1 of a series)

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Tom could stop worrying. B’Elanna was safe. Now he could give her the gift
he bought for her when they were still on good terms with the Mari.

It took him hours to pick out. It had to be perfect. And it was.

Tom left his quarters and went down the hall to B’Elanna’s quarters with the
newly wrapped gift.

*I hope she doesn’t kill me when she sees this.*

Tom reached B’Elanna’s door. He pressed the door padd next to the doorway
that would announce his arrival.

“Come.” came the voice from inside.

Tom entered. B’Elanna was curled up on the couch Engineering reports and
sipping a raktagino. “Hi Bella.”

B’Elanna looked at Tom and smiled. “Hi Helmboy.”

“I thought the Doc told you to relax.” Tom scolded.

“I *am* relaxing.” Her eyes settled on the wrapped box. Her eyes narrowed.
“What’s in the box Paris?” she asked suspiciously.

“A surprise.” he responded, grinning. “A little something I picked up on Mari
before *that* whole mess happened.”

“You gonna give it to me or what?” she asked.

“Give you what? A red-hot kiss?”



“Paris, you’re incorrigible.”

“Thank you.”

B’Elanna laughed. “Now that we’re done with that, are you going to give me
the gift?”

Tom nodded. But now he was scared of how B’Elanna would react to the gift.
He swallowed.

—“Tom, what’s wrong? All of sudden you look like you’re going to pass out.”
B’Elanna said, noticing the color hastily leaving his face.

“Uh, no. I’m fine Bella.” Tom was sweating now. “Here,” he said, quickly
handing her the present, and at the same time hiding a padd he had brought
with him. B’Elanna didn’t notice the padd.

“Are you sure you’re okay Tom?” B’Elanna asked, concerned.

“Mm-hmm.” *Open the present before I pass out!!!*

B’Elanna took the top off the box and sifted through the tissue paper. She
gasped, and lifted out an article of clothing. It was a baby bonnet.

“Tom?!” she breathed. “Wh–”

“Let me explain.” Tom said quickly. “When the Doc checked over you when
you got back from Mari, he got an anomalous reading from your abdomen. Of
course, you bolted out of Sickbay before he could tell you, well–”

“Well what?!” B’Elanna’s eyes were wide, her tone urgent.

Tom took a deep breath and grinned.

“You’re pregnant Bella.”

B’Elanna’s face registered shock for a moment, then lit up with joy. “I am?!”
she leaped up and hugged Tom. “Really?” Then she calmed down.
“Ummmm…” she began.

“There IS one more thing.” Tom said. “Look back in the box.”

B’Elanna sat back down and looked in the box, and took out a baby’s outfit.

“Look in the pocket,” Tom suggested.

B’Elanna looked in the pocket, and gaped. She put her fingers on the tiny
object and pulled the object out.

Meanwhile, Tom got down on one knee. “Bella, I don’t know how to say this,
but I love you. I don’t know when I realized I loved you, but I *do* know I’ll
*never* stop loving you.” Tom took a deep breath. “B’Elanna Torres, will you
marry me?”

B’Elanna was still gaping, speechless. “Yes,” she said, finding her voice again,
“of course I will.”

Tom took the ring from B’Elanna’s shaking hands and put it on her finger.

“But how–” she began, but Tom silenced her with a gentle kiss, sealing the

“Tom, can I ask you something?” she asked when they had separated. “How
did you get the baby stuff when–”

“I had already brought the ring on the planet, along with some more stuff I’m
saving for better times. I was going to save the ring for the perfect time. I
would think now qualifies, don’t you?”

“Well…yeah!” B’Elanna giggled. “Isn’t the mother-to-be is supposed to tell the
father-to-be that she’s pregnant?”

“Yeah, well, I got to it first. I told the Doc not to tell anyone, not even the
Captain, so I could be the one to tell you.” Tom paused for a moment. “But
couldn’t you tell there was *anything* different about the way you’ve been

“Well, I *have* been more tired than usual the last two or three weeks…how
far along am I, ‘Daddy’?”

Tom turned bright red. “Ah…uh…um…” he stuttered, fumbling for the padd he
had hidden earlier.

B’Elanna laughed. “You’re so cute when you stutter, Helmboy.”

Tom turned redder, and clamped his mouth shut. He picked up the padd and
handed it to her. It was a medical report.

“You’re about four weeks along, ‘Mommy’.”

Now it was B’Elanna’s turn to blush, and she turned a reddish-purple color
(that was the thing about being half-Klingon). *The night we let the wine
‘breathe’,* she thought smiling, looking at Tom whom she knew was thinking
the same thing. Tom was looking deep into her eyes, just staring. B’Elanna
gazed back dreamily. He always did that, she thought it was one of his ways of
telling her he loved her.

“So when are we going to tell everyone?” Tom asked.

“How ’bout at the staff meeting tomorrow?” B’Elanna said with an evil gleam
in her eye.

Tom nodded. This was *certainly* going to catch them off guard.

To Be Continued…(Sorry!!!)
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