~ Tom ~
Tom's jaw hung open, his eye's following Tuvok's retreating form. As soon as the commander was out of sight, Tom ran back to the structure where he had been working, trying to restrain his excitement. He burst into the shelter, startling his wife. To pulled her away from Vorik, back outside. She was about to question him when Tom put a hand over he mouth, shushing her.
"You won't believe what Tuvok just told me." B'Elanna ripped his hand off her mouth. She was not in a good mood.
"What the hell did you find out that you couldn't say in front of Vorik?" Hand on hips now, her eyes dared Tom to answer her.
"The Captain and Chakotay are sleeping together." B'Elanna's mood seemed to pick up a little bit, and then she began to giggle like a school girl. He could never get used to Klingon mood swings, especially during this pregnancy.
"You dragged me out here for that!" she said in between fits of laughter. Tom was dumbfounded.
"Um, aren't you surprised? I mean, it's the Captain and – " it was her turn to clamp a hand over his mouth.
"Yes Tom. It's the Captain. And Chakotay. And everyone knows they've had a thing for each other for a very long time. Now that we're stuck on this planet, maybe she thought the time was finally here. Whatever her reasons, its fine by me. She wasn't exactly in great spirits yesterday afternoon and of all people, she's going to need the most cheering up." B'Elanna took her hand away. "I'm just glad she'll let Chakotay help." Tom put an arm around her waist, but she promptly shoved it off.
"Now, I need to get back to work. Go make yourself useful, Flyboy." In mock anger, B'Elanna shook her fist at him. Tom laugher, turning to go see if Harry needed any help lugging communications equipment. His wife's insight never ceased to amaze him.