It was a longer conversation than most had expected the couple to partake in with the admiral. It was, according to Seven, eighteen minutes and fifty-two seconds between the time the captain exited her ready room and the time Tom and soon-to-be mom, B'Elanna left the same room. Seven of Nine examined the couple as they stepped onto the bridge. Lt. Paris was grinning in a manner reserved for celebratory moments. Lt. Torres had a simple smile present, though the lieutenant wasn't one to smile without reason.
"I presume you had a pleasant conversation with the admiral?" the captain's husky voice asked the pair, both of whom nodded.
"He's excited he's going to be a grandpa," Tom noted, sounding much like a child would on Christmas. "Oh, and he has a message for you, Captain," he paused, waiting for a response.
Paris was awarded with a raised eyebrow from Kathryn, a good imitation of Tuvok. "Continue."
"The admiral said to tell the captain that… 'She better take good care of my grandbaby and her parents or I'll send the whole of Starfleet after her.'" He quoted, causing Janeway and Chakotay to laugh.
"You do an admiral imitation of him, Tom," she noted with a grin before waiving the two back to their stations.
The two moved back to their respective stations, leaving the captain to chuckle before her expression turned serious.
"Tuvok, you have the bridge. Commander, if you'll join me," Janeway stood and made a quick retreat to the confines of her ready room, followed by Chakotay.
"Kathryn?" the man questioned.
"I've been doing scans of the system, Chakotay, there are a few M-class planets in the area," she stopped long enough to order them drinks from the replicater. Handing Chakotay a cup of tea while nursing her coffee Janeway continued. "I want you to prepare away teams to visit the planets."
Chakotay nodded. "Aye, Captain, I'll get right on it," he stated, though made no move to leave.
"Yes, Chakotay?" she questioned.
"When was the last time you had a decent meal and a good nights sleep, Kathryn?" he enquired, sitting himself on the couch under the window.
Janeway planted her hands on her hips and settled an unammused look at the man.
"You don't remember, do you?"
"Chakotay…" her voice had a somewhat warning tone, she knew it would have little influence on the man.
"Kath…" he responded, knowing he was walking a thin line. "My quarters, 2100 hours, I'm cooking," he attempted to make this sound authoritative, which was hard with the captain staring down at him.
"That doesn't leave much time."
"I know, Alpha shift was supposed to be off an hour ago, Beta shift is waiting. Let them take over, go home, relax, and meet me in my quarters at 2100," he gave stubbornly.
Kathryn sighed, the tone in his voice said there'd be no winning this argument. "Fine, 2100 hours," she got ready to leave the room.
"Kathryn, no uniforms, no ranks, just two friends having dinner."
"Fine," she left the room and cast a look at the bridge, inclusive of the gaggle of officers by the turbolift.
"Alpha shift, stand down," she felt the commanders presence behind her as those at stations prepped things for the next shift. "Beta shift, to your stations, it was then that the group by the turbolift dispersed to their stations.
Kathryn and Chakotay watched the change before they headed to the turbolift and their respective quarters.