Two and a half weeks later, Chakotay and I are standing in San Francisco waiting for Kolopak and Yatzil to make their way to the spaceport.

"Mother. Father." Chakotay yells beside me when he spots them. His added height seems to have given him an advantage in the crowded spaceport.

"Children." Yatzil exclaims as she quickly hugs us both.

"I have not made that journey in many years, children."

"We can go home and rest now father. My other parents are excited to meet you." I can tell Chakotay is just as excited to introduce the two pairs.

"The feeling is mutual."

With that, I take Yatzil's hand and Chakotay sidles up to his father. We take them to the Starfleet personnel transporter room so we don't have to queue.

I give the attendant the coordinates for my family home in Bloomington, Indiana, and place Yatzil on her pad.

"It is disconcerting, that feeling. I have only been transported twice before." Yatzil says as we materialize. Sometimes I forget about Trebus's disregard for modern technology.

"This is a beautiful home, daughter. Your parents must be proud."

"Just blessed. Come, they are waiting inside."

I lead them to the living room. My mother and father are in the two chairs leaving the couch and the loveseat open. When we enter, they both stand.

"Mother. Father. I would like you to meet my momma, Gretchen, and my dad, Edward." Chakotay's introduction is warm and loving.

"I am Kolopak, Chakotay's natural born father, and this is my wife Yatzil."

"It's nice to meet you both." My mother hugs the newcomers while my father tries to opt for handshakes. Instead, Kolopak and Yatzil give him brief hugs.

"We are family, Edward. If love cannot be expressed amongst family, who can express it?"

I can tell Kolopak's words give my father pause. He is an affectionate husband and father, but he is militant in other areas of his life.

"Indeed."

"Chakotay. Kathryn. Take your parents' bags and put them in the guest wing. They must be tired after their long journey." Yes, my momma is a lot like Yatzil.

We reenter the living room to find our couch is empty, so we curl up and listen to the conversation.

"My daughter, Sekaya, will be here in three days."

"I am ready to meet my new sister. If she's anything like Phoebe, she'll be ready to tell a bunch of embarrassing stories about Chakotay."

"I'm scared about how they will be when they get together. Sekaya and Phoebe are very similar."

"Two Phoebes?" My mother blanches.

"Two Sekayas?" Yatzil jokes.

We talk and laugh for close to two hours before Kolopak and Yatzil are shown their room.

"Good night mother and father. I am pleased about how well you got along with momma and daddy."

"You have their spirit. I had no doubt that we would get along."

"Good night children. May the spirits offer you both peaceful slumber."

"To you as well."

Chakotay and I make our way to our room before falling into an exhausted sleep. Chakotay had been worried about the meeting and finding it difficult to sleep. His anxiety and constant tossing and turning means that I found it hard to sleep as well.