Tom Paris ran down Voyager's corridors to Sickbay. Voyager was finally back in the Alpha Quadrant, and they had destroyed the Transwarp hub. Now Tom had his family to think about.
The doors to sickbay opened with a hiss, and Tom stopped cold in the doorway. He saw B'Elanna holding the baby, their baby. He slowly walked forward, towards his wife and daughter, stunned into silence. He had heard his baby's voice over the comm, and B'Elanna's laughter in the background. Now that he was here, looking at her, he couldn't believe that he had a baby. A baby who would live safe and sound in the Alpha Quadrant.
The Doctor stood beside B'Elanna, smiling down at the baby. Tom stood on B'Elanna's other side, and rested one hand on her shoulder. With his other hand he reached down and stroked his baby's cheek. A small, delicate hand reached up and clutched his finger. Tom laughed with joy.
"Hey, Miral," he whispered.
Tomorrow, he was going to have to see his parents and tell them they had a grandchild who was one quarter Klingon. Tomorrow, he was going to have to help B'Elanna confront the father she hadn't seen in person in twenty years. They would have to leave their family on Voyager and find somewhere to raise Miral. But none of that had to happen today.
For a few moments, Tom could look at his baby girl without worries of tomorrow. He looked into Miral's blue eyes, the eyes she had inherited from him, and smiled. Voyager was home, and so was he.