Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Voyager or Star Trek: The Next Generation, nor do I own the characters used here. I've taken them out for a little fun but I promise to return them when I'm finished.
Author's Note: This random little ficlet came about thanks to Nova and Claire's flood of Kathryn/Beverly stories on tumblr. Yesterday was my birthday and in honor of it, I've written stories for several of my tumblr followers. This is lovingly dedicated to Nova, who happens to be very evil with her Kate/Bev feels. This is entirely raw and hasn't been beta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
The smell of coffee brings her out of her dreams, though it's the sound of a soft humming that brings her out of bed. Her muscles ache, as much now as they did when Tuvok oversaw her fitness programs back on Voyager. She groans as she stands and after pausing for a moment to stand by the bed and ensure that her legs aren't going to give out, she shuffles out of the bedroom.
She can hear the soft humming drifting in from the living room and as she comes around the corner of the hallway, she stops to properly appreciate the view. Beverly's standing by the window, humming quietly to the small bundle in her arms. There's something so intimate about the scene that Kathryn's just about to turn and leave the room when her wife looks up and smiles that perfect smile that she loves so much.
"Sorry I woke you," Beverly says, moving across the living room gracefully. She stops in front of Kathryn and gives her a light kiss, her smile widening as the bundle mewls pitifully between them. Kathryn's breath hitches in her chest as she looks down, pulling the blanket back to marvel at the bright blue eyes staring up at her. She reaches out and runs her fingertip down a soft cheek, love filling her heart with each passing moment.
"Hello my precious boy," she whispers, caressing the little nose and tracing the tiny eyebrows. "Have you been good for Mommy?"
Beverly gently transfers the bundle to Kathryn, who takes the newborn in her arms with a frown of concentration. She's held children before, of course, but she's not as confident as Beverly is. She's not really ever considered herself maternal, and if she'd been told even a year ago that she'd be standing here with her son in her arms, she'd have laughed at the unlikely picture. But here she is and it's the second best moment of her life; the day Beverly agreed to marry her will forever hold the top spot in her heart.
"He's been very good," Beverly murmurs, wrapping her arm around Kathryn as she too stares down at the little boy cradled so lovingly in his Mama's arms. Said Mama looks up and smiles so brilliantly that it brings tears to Beverly's eyes and she blinks several times to clear her vision. Leaning in and resting her forehead against Kathryn's temple, she can't help but thank the gods for bringing her so much joy after so long.
Together they stare at their son and the life of love and happiness that he promises.