You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The one that I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
- P/T - post-Endgame -
She didn't realise just how much of a bubble they'd been living in until they'd materialised back on Earth at Starfleet Headquarters.
Here, clutching a newborn Miral to her chest, they were surrounded by all types of Starfleet officers, from the top of the Admirality to the lowly ensign on transporter duty.
The shock of the people there to greet them, all wearing updated uniforms and giant smiles, was enough to make her wish they were still in the Delta Quadrant, thousands of lightyears away from home, battling and fighting to survive any way they could.
The reality was so… different.
And it made her miss Voyager and their small, one-hundred-fifty-ish family that much more.
She was gratified to have her husband by her side, though, knowing his father, Admiral Paris will have them whisked away as soon as possible.
They, the senior officers, were ushered into a large reception hall where a throng of reporters from all reaches of the Quadrant were waiting for them. It was overwhelming to hear the loud cheers erupt as they walked in, and the sudden influx of noise woke the infant secured firmly against her breast.
'Shhh, honey,' B'Elanna whispered to her daughter. 'They're all happy we're home. What a wonderful way to celebrate for your birthday, hey.'
Amidst all the activity, neither she nor Tom noticed a woman sidle up to his side and wrap her arms around him before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Although she could see her husband protesting the invasion of his personal space, B'Elanna mostly saw red.
'What do you think you're doing?' she pulled the perky, buxom blonde forcibly off her husband.
The officers stopped in their tracks, most of them standing supportively around B'Elanna, ready to protect one of their own against persons unknown.
'She was just leaving,' Tom spoke quietly in the blonde's direction, his voice full of venom. 'Weren't you, Rochelle?'
The woman stuttered, looking back and forth between Tom, B'Elanna and the baby. 'But Tommy, I wanted to be the first to…'
'To what, Rochelle? Meet my wife and daughter, because here they are. Or my commanding officers, my best friend, and the people we've spent the last seven years with, because they're all here, and they're all on my side.
'You should remember, we broke up ten years ago, Rochelle. You don't have the right to anything Paris anymore.'
The blonde huffed and walked away, none-too-gently escorted by Security, and Tom turned back to his wife.
'Remember, you and only you, B'E. You're the one I chose.'
Kathryn chuckled and shook her head, breaking up the moment between her Chief Helmsman and Chief Engineer. 'Alright people, nothing to see here. Let's get along with the real show, shall we?'
And B'Elanna never doubted her husband's faith again.
