"So, you've actually done it."
Chakotay turned, looking around at Tom, who was surveying him with crossed arms and a smug expression. "Done what?" he asked, turning back to the mirror and toying with his suit.
He shook his head. "You've actually asked her."
"Yes. And?"
"Is that all you can say?" the Helmsman asked incredulously. "You're getting married, to the woman who had forbidden any romantic involvement from the start. You asked, she accepted. And all you can say is 'yes'?"
"...Yes." He smiled slightly, straightening his collar.
Tom sighed, walking over and checking his own tuxedo. "At least you're getting married to a somewhat even tempered gal."
Chakotay looked over at him. "Are we talking about the same woman? I think my vow should include 'to have and to hold, to love and to cower before.'" He smiled, thinking over a few of Kathryn's more..aggressive acts. She was vicious, frightening, short tempered, and utterly wonderful.
Tom grinned. "Just don't say that in front of her, you may be divorced before you've even said 'I do.'"
"I don't doubt it."
"So what did you have to bribe her with in order to get a traditional Earth wedding ceremony?" Tom asked, again looking quite interested.
"Nothing. We came up with it, together. If she had had any objections, we wouldn't be doing it like this," he replied simply.
"Ahh, a pushover are you? Let me give you some advice, as a knowing husband. You've got to take some initiative and be the man."
Chakotay laughed. "Yeah, right...Somehow I think Kathryn will be the one wearing the pants in this family."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "I think you should probably do us all a favor and wear yours too. Come on, we'd better get down there."