Eight Months Later
"I can't see my feet! Bailey, am I fat?" Naomi asked as they sat in their quarters.
"No, Honey, you are not fat, you are pregnant. You look beautiful. Do you feel up to going to the Christmas party tonight?" he asked. The traditional Christmas/Winter Holiday Festival was that night. Since not everybody celebrated Christmas, it was more of a Winter Festival. No one gave presents; it was just a gathering of friends and family. They sang songs, Christmas related and otherwise. The Festival was the biggest party Voyager had each year.
"I feel fine. I would love to go tonight. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Neither would the little person inside me. We really should pick a name. I'm due next week."
"We don't know if it will be a boy or girl. I can't believe you didn't want to find out."
"It's like a surprise, Bailey, and I don't want to ruin it. My first choice for a girl's name is Hannah and my name for a boy is Andrew. What about your names?"
"Okay, Valentina for a girl and Yuri for a boy. What do you think?"
"What are we, in Moscow? Or maybe we're in St. Petersburg, Comrade," Naomi said, sarcastically.
"Named after the first people in space! Valentina Vladimirovna Nikolayeva Tereshkova was the first woman in space. Yuri Alekseyevich Gagarin was the first man in space. Come on Naomi, I think it's a good idea."
"Bailey, it's a nice thought, but sadly, we're not Russian!"
"If we wanted to name people after our heritage we'd have B'Etor and Greksvilseska, or whatever Ktarians name their people. Come on, let's go, or we'll be late." He helped Naomi up, and to the party.
They came into the party and heard "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" being sung. Naomi automatically joined in singing. When they stopped, Tom came over to his daughter-in-law and son. "How are you feeling, Naomi? Is little Thomas okay in there?" he asked.
"Thomas?" Bailey and Naomi said simultaneously.
"What? I like it," Tom said.
"Dad, we've been over this. I am not going to name my son Thomas or my daughter B'Elanna. We still haven't decided on a name," Bailey told his father.
"You don't have a name yet? Naomi's due in a week! You should have a name by now," Seven of Nine, now Seven Kim, said from the back. "When I was expecting Alyssa, I knew two months before I had her that her name was going to be Alyssa. It's a known fact. I like the name James, if I were to have another boy," Seven had become increasingly more human since she married Harry Kim thirteen years ago. She was now a fun person to be around.
"Mom, what do you mean, another boy? I don't think I can handle another brother!" 12 year old Alyssa Kim said.
"Hey, I'm not that bad to you!" 8 year old Luke Kim said.
"Right, sure, that's why I have nightmares about species 8472 coming to get me. You were the one that told me about them. I don't want another brother, Mom. I can't handle the one I have," she told Seven.
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll be having another baby for a while, sweetheart. I was just suggesting some names for Naomi's baby."
"Oh, okay. I understand. Don't scare me like that again, please. I just can't take that kind of worry," Seven shook her head as Alyssa left the piano.
"I like the name Harold, but that's just my opinion," Harry said.
"Harry, we're not going to name him Harold. Besides, I have a strong maternal feeling that she is going to be a girl," Naomi told him.
"I have a strong paternal feeling that he is going to be a boy," Bailey said.
"Okay, you don't have a little person inside you, I do. I know that this baby is going to be a girl."
"Yeah, whatever," was Bailey's reply.
"I think we should call her, if it's a girl, Prudence, what do you think, honey?" Bailey suggested later that evening, after nearly everyone had left. Naomi moaned, very loudly. "Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad." Naomi moaned again.
"Bailey, I think it's time!"
"Time to choose a good name, like Valentina?"
"No, Bailey, I mean, it's TIME!"
"What, you mean it's. Oh, my god! Uh, um, uh, um, uh." Bailey was starting to panic. Luckily, Neelix called the doctor, and got her to sickbay. Then the Talaxian called the grandparents to be.
"I can't see my feet! Bailey, am I fat?" Naomi asked as they sat in their quarters.
"No, Honey, you are not fat, you are pregnant. You look beautiful. Do you feel up to going to the Christmas party tonight?" he asked. The traditional Christmas/Winter Holiday Festival was that night. Since not everybody celebrated Christmas, it was more of a Winter Festival. No one gave presents; it was just a gathering of friends and family. They sang songs, Christmas related and otherwise. The Festival was the biggest party Voyager had each year.
"I feel fine. I would love to go tonight. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Neither would the little person inside me. We really should pick a name. I'm due next week."
"We don't know if it will be a boy or girl. I can't believe you didn't want to find out."
"It's like a surprise, Bailey, and I don't want to ruin it. My first choice for a girl's name is Hannah and my name for a boy is Andrew. What about your names?"
"Okay, Valentina for a girl and Yuri for a boy. What do you think?"
"What are we, in Moscow? Or maybe we're in St. Petersburg, Comrade," Naomi said, sarcastically.
"Named after the first people in space! Valentina Vladimirovna Nikolayeva Tereshkova was the first woman in space. Yuri Alekseyevich Gagarin was the first man in space. Come on Naomi, I think it's a good idea."
"Bailey, it's a nice thought, but sadly, we're not Russian!"
"If we wanted to name people after our heritage we'd have B'Etor and Greksvilseska, or whatever Ktarians name their people. Come on, let's go, or we'll be late." He helped Naomi up, and to the party.
They came into the party and heard "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" being sung. Naomi automatically joined in singing. When they stopped, Tom came over to his daughter-in-law and son. "How are you feeling, Naomi? Is little Thomas okay in there?" he asked.
"Thomas?" Bailey and Naomi said simultaneously.
"What? I like it," Tom said.
"Dad, we've been over this. I am not going to name my son Thomas or my daughter B'Elanna. We still haven't decided on a name," Bailey told his father.
"You don't have a name yet? Naomi's due in a week! You should have a name by now," Seven of Nine, now Seven Kim, said from the back. "When I was expecting Alyssa, I knew two months before I had her that her name was going to be Alyssa. It's a known fact. I like the name James, if I were to have another boy," Seven had become increasingly more human since she married Harry Kim thirteen years ago. She was now a fun person to be around.
"Mom, what do you mean, another boy? I don't think I can handle another brother!" 12 year old Alyssa Kim said.
"Hey, I'm not that bad to you!" 8 year old Luke Kim said.
"Right, sure, that's why I have nightmares about species 8472 coming to get me. You were the one that told me about them. I don't want another brother, Mom. I can't handle the one I have," she told Seven.
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll be having another baby for a while, sweetheart. I was just suggesting some names for Naomi's baby."
"Oh, okay. I understand. Don't scare me like that again, please. I just can't take that kind of worry," Seven shook her head as Alyssa left the piano.
"I like the name Harold, but that's just my opinion," Harry said.
"Harry, we're not going to name him Harold. Besides, I have a strong maternal feeling that she is going to be a girl," Naomi told him.
"I have a strong paternal feeling that he is going to be a boy," Bailey said.
"Okay, you don't have a little person inside you, I do. I know that this baby is going to be a girl."
"Yeah, whatever," was Bailey's reply.
"I think we should call her, if it's a girl, Prudence, what do you think, honey?" Bailey suggested later that evening, after nearly everyone had left. Naomi moaned, very loudly. "Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad." Naomi moaned again.
"Bailey, I think it's time!"
"Time to choose a good name, like Valentina?"
"No, Bailey, I mean, it's TIME!"
"What, you mean it's. Oh, my god! Uh, um, uh, um, uh." Bailey was starting to panic. Luckily, Neelix called the doctor, and got her to sickbay. Then the Talaxian called the grandparents to be.