Once both doors where shut the lanky figure of Tom Paris rounded the corner, a huge grin plastered on his face. Though it was late, Lieutenant Paris was just returning from a trip to the holodeck, where he was busy working on a vintage automobile. Upon entering his and B'Elanna's quarters he kissed his wife and settled a hand on her stomach.

"You seem awfully cheery, Tom, do I dare ask why?" the half-Klingon mom-to-be enquired.

"Of course you do, and I'll tell you anyway," the pilot gave with his usual grin. "Guess who I just saw leave the Captain's quarters?"

"Chakotay. They have dinner together nearly every night, Flyboy, no surprises there," she stated, waddling to the couch, where she promptly sat.

"I know that, B'Ela, it's not that he was leaving, it's how he said goodnight," Paris stated. "He kissed her hand. That's not a 'friends' thing, B'el. He's never done that to you."

"Tom, for once, instead of concocting a plot to get them together, just let their relationship progress naturally?" she requested. "Besides, they've never worked before," she noted, knowing full well he probably wouldn't listen.

Tom afforded his wife an astounded look. "I wouldn't even think of doing such a thing, B'Ela," he gave with a mischievous grin plastered across his features.

B'Elanna smiled and kissed her husband. "Let them figure things out on their own. They'll accept it easier that way," she noted as her husband wrapped his arms around her and stifled a yawn.

"I think it's time we got you tucked into bed, Flyboy," she gave, escorting him to the bedroom.

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The next day was relatively uneventful, the only excitement being the wild boar-like animals that decided to charge at the away team. The group returned to the ship unscathed and promptly started to compile their reports. The command team had those same reports within the hour and started to get them ready to send to the crew.

"The information for the first two planets have already been sent out," Kathryn started, "so, hopefully, by tonight, we'll have our answer," she gave, sending this last planets information to the crew, requesting that they let herself and Chakotay know what they wanted to do by 1700 hours, one hour before the party, eight hours after it was sent out.

Chakotay gave a nod of his head as he watched Kathryn's intensity. "It would be nice to have an answer for the crew at the party, more reason to celebrate," he answered, eye still on his Captain.

"Chakotay, if you're hinting that I should go to Tom's party, save it," Janeway stated with a shake of her head. "I'll be there long enough to make the rounds, as I said last night."

The Commander sighed and gave in. "Aye, Ma'am. I should return to the bridge, await the results of the planet hunt, or at least figure out what I'm going to wear to this get together," he noted before exiting the Captain's office.

The time was now 1200 hours, five hours until all the results where to be in, and six until the party. Kathryn shook her head as she stood, before walking onto the bridge. "Harry, open a ship wide communication," she ordered the young ensign, who promptly did as was ordered.

"Open, Captain."

"This is Captain Janeway," she started. "One hour ago Commander Chakotay and myself sent the information on the last planet we visited to everyone on board Voyager," Kathryn stopped for a beat. "By 1700 hours we would like everyone to let both the Commander and myself know as to what your preference is. We will then tally the votes and hope to have a decision by the end of the day. Janeway out," with that the transmission ended and she returned to her ready room.

The remainder of the day went past at a crawl, as Kathryn saw more of her ready room than she wanted. The captain had elected to hole herself up in the grey environment so that she could tally the votes as they came in. At 1500 hours Chakotay came in to help until 1730, when he left to get ready for the party. By 1745 everyone on board had given their opinion and a decision was made. By 1750 Kathryn was on her way to her quarters, as she went she tapped her commbadge. "Janeway to Chakotay."

"Chakotay here. Have you changed your mind, Kathryn?"

"That's not what I'm calling for, Chakotay. A decision has been made, we have a planet," she stated before informing him what the conclusion was.

The conversation didn't last long, the party was sure to be ready to go, and Chakotay didn't want to be late. Kathryn, meanwhile, had a decision to make, which outfit to wear to the event. Spread out on her bed she had two pantsuits and two dresses. Weighing all of her options she finally came to a decision and slipped the chosen outfit on.

TBC

AN: I still hold up my offer, if there's something you'd like to see take place in this story, or if you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know as I keep up my writing :D