A/N
This is the second part to the story "Second Sight" and takes place about
20 years after the 5th season.
The Wedding
Naomi Wildman was scared. It seemed, for the first time in her entire being, she was completely terrified. In a half an hour she was going to be married. She was going to be a sister to Hailey Paris, a daughter to Tom and B'Elanna Paris, and a wife to Bailey Paris. "Mom, do I look okay?" she asked timidly of Samantha Wildman, who was standing outside of the dressing room. Naomi stepped outside of her bedroom, into the main area of her quarters. She was wearing the most gorgeous wedding gown, which was off the shoulders, intricate lace over white silk, and ballroom style. Her light strawberry-blond long hair was swept up into a French-roll just so to show her small scales on her forehead that had diminished as she grew to only be little bumps. Her cerulean-blue eyes shone with excitement and worry.
"Oh, Naomi. You look like a princess!" Sam pulled her into a hug. "I can't believe my little girl is grown up. You are getting married today, sweetheart. You aren't my little three year old, are you?" Sam said as she looked into the eyes of her 24-year-old daughter who, because of her Ktarian heritage, looked about 28.
"No, Mom. I'm not. I can't believe it. Had you asked me if I would marry Bailey a year ago, it wouldn't have happened. Funny how one shuttle accident can change all that. Mom, is it usual for you to feel like you're going to throw up?"
"Yes, darling. Trust me. When I married Joe, I must have thrown up my entire breakfast."
"You're not helping me. I think I'm going to." Naomi ran off into the bathroom and promptly threw up into the toilet. The doorbell rang. The doors opened to reveal Tom Paris.
"Hey, Sam. Where's the blushing bride?" he asked.
"Actually she's the vomiting bride, at the moment." Sam pointed to the bathroom. Tom ran in to see whom he considered his daughter, even though the wedding hadn't taken place yet.
"Naomi! Are you okay?" he asked as he saw her head over the toilet.
"I'm fine, I think. It's just nerves. May I have some water, please?"
"Sure." Tom got up and went to the replicator. He got the water, and looked at Amanda Janeway, Naomi's maid of honor. "Go tell Bailey that it might be a while. Don't get him worried, just say that Naomi's dress was too long, or something like that. Whatever you do, don't tell him that his fiancée is vomiting." Amanda nodded at Tom's instructions, and left.
The doorbell rang at Bailey's quarters. "Come in!" he shouted while he was checking his hair in the mirror. His cadet uniform was put on perfectly.
"Bailey, it's going to be a while. Naomi's dress was too long," Amanda lied through her teeth. Bailey looked straight at her with his piercing warp-core blue eyes. His forehead crinkled even more than usual. Since his mother was half Klingon, Bailey had inherited her Klingon forehead. It wasn't very pronounced, unless he was worried. Then it stood out, and he looked exactly like a cross between the fair-haired pilot and the fiery engineer. His hair was sandy-blond, like his father, his eyes were blue, like his father, he was good natured and easy going, like his father. The only thing he got from his mother was his forehead that had made him doubt that any girl would ever like him.
"Her dress was too long? Don't lie to me, Amanda. It isn't like you. What is going on? Don't tell me she's not going to go through with it. She doesn't have cold feet, does she?"
"No, she doesn't. She, at the moment, is puking her guts out. It's just nerves, so nothing to worry about." Jake Martin, Meagan Delaney's son and Bailey's best man, came in at that moment.
"Hey, buddy, are you going to get married today, or do I have the wrong date?" the nineteen year old looked at his best friend.
"Once Naomi is ready. Oh, man, fifteen minutes!" They ran out to the mess hall, leaving Amanda alone.
The wedding went smoothly, that is after Naomi stopped vomiting. At the reception, everyone had something to say. Naomi and Bailey stood, thinking that if they could just get out of there, they could be alone. Naomi looked down at her sapphire, set in silver, ring, and thought about the worry she had had waiting, for what seemed like an eternity, in the conference room, waiting for Bailey to regain his sight.
The Wedding
Naomi Wildman was scared. It seemed, for the first time in her entire being, she was completely terrified. In a half an hour she was going to be married. She was going to be a sister to Hailey Paris, a daughter to Tom and B'Elanna Paris, and a wife to Bailey Paris. "Mom, do I look okay?" she asked timidly of Samantha Wildman, who was standing outside of the dressing room. Naomi stepped outside of her bedroom, into the main area of her quarters. She was wearing the most gorgeous wedding gown, which was off the shoulders, intricate lace over white silk, and ballroom style. Her light strawberry-blond long hair was swept up into a French-roll just so to show her small scales on her forehead that had diminished as she grew to only be little bumps. Her cerulean-blue eyes shone with excitement and worry.
"Oh, Naomi. You look like a princess!" Sam pulled her into a hug. "I can't believe my little girl is grown up. You are getting married today, sweetheart. You aren't my little three year old, are you?" Sam said as she looked into the eyes of her 24-year-old daughter who, because of her Ktarian heritage, looked about 28.
"No, Mom. I'm not. I can't believe it. Had you asked me if I would marry Bailey a year ago, it wouldn't have happened. Funny how one shuttle accident can change all that. Mom, is it usual for you to feel like you're going to throw up?"
"Yes, darling. Trust me. When I married Joe, I must have thrown up my entire breakfast."
"You're not helping me. I think I'm going to." Naomi ran off into the bathroom and promptly threw up into the toilet. The doorbell rang. The doors opened to reveal Tom Paris.
"Hey, Sam. Where's the blushing bride?" he asked.
"Actually she's the vomiting bride, at the moment." Sam pointed to the bathroom. Tom ran in to see whom he considered his daughter, even though the wedding hadn't taken place yet.
"Naomi! Are you okay?" he asked as he saw her head over the toilet.
"I'm fine, I think. It's just nerves. May I have some water, please?"
"Sure." Tom got up and went to the replicator. He got the water, and looked at Amanda Janeway, Naomi's maid of honor. "Go tell Bailey that it might be a while. Don't get him worried, just say that Naomi's dress was too long, or something like that. Whatever you do, don't tell him that his fiancée is vomiting." Amanda nodded at Tom's instructions, and left.
The doorbell rang at Bailey's quarters. "Come in!" he shouted while he was checking his hair in the mirror. His cadet uniform was put on perfectly.
"Bailey, it's going to be a while. Naomi's dress was too long," Amanda lied through her teeth. Bailey looked straight at her with his piercing warp-core blue eyes. His forehead crinkled even more than usual. Since his mother was half Klingon, Bailey had inherited her Klingon forehead. It wasn't very pronounced, unless he was worried. Then it stood out, and he looked exactly like a cross between the fair-haired pilot and the fiery engineer. His hair was sandy-blond, like his father, his eyes were blue, like his father, he was good natured and easy going, like his father. The only thing he got from his mother was his forehead that had made him doubt that any girl would ever like him.
"Her dress was too long? Don't lie to me, Amanda. It isn't like you. What is going on? Don't tell me she's not going to go through with it. She doesn't have cold feet, does she?"
"No, she doesn't. She, at the moment, is puking her guts out. It's just nerves, so nothing to worry about." Jake Martin, Meagan Delaney's son and Bailey's best man, came in at that moment.
"Hey, buddy, are you going to get married today, or do I have the wrong date?" the nineteen year old looked at his best friend.
"Once Naomi is ready. Oh, man, fifteen minutes!" They ran out to the mess hall, leaving Amanda alone.
The wedding went smoothly, that is after Naomi stopped vomiting. At the reception, everyone had something to say. Naomi and Bailey stood, thinking that if they could just get out of there, they could be alone. Naomi looked down at her sapphire, set in silver, ring, and thought about the worry she had had waiting, for what seemed like an eternity, in the conference room, waiting for Bailey to regain his sight.