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Good morning.

You're in a good mood.

It's another beautiful
day in the Delta Quadrant.

What'd you have
for breakfast?

I'll see you tonight.

Here you are, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Nice job, Ensign.

You keep the warp field
that stable,

you might just get us home
a few years early.

The Starfleet Manual

allows for a variance of .3.

That's only a guideline.

You can do better.

I don't remember giving you
permission to work here.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I'm helping him study
warp mechanics.

You should have notified me.

It's a busy day, and I...

Lieutenant.

I'm fine.

I'm detecting another life sign.

Where?

Inside Lieutenant Torres.

It could be a parasite.

Seven of Nine to the Doctor.

Go ahead.

I'll be accompanying
Lieutenant Torres

to Sick Bay.

What's wrong?

I believe she's pregnant.

The fetus appears
to be about seven weeks old

and doing quite well.

So are you.

Why did she faint?

Klingon and human metabolisms
sometimes clash.

Tell me about it.

It's not uncommon
for such pregnancies

to cause biochemical
fluctuations in the mother.

Is that serious?

Not usually.

You can expect
some behavioral volatility,

increased nutritional needs.

Creating new life is a big job.

Hmm. "Creating new life."

I can't believe it.

I don't mean to be indelicate,

but weren't you trying
to get pregnant?

Well... of course.

I mean... well, we knew
we wanted a family.

But the odds against
human-Klingon conception

are so high.

Well, apparently

you've beaten the odds.

May I be the first
to congratulate you?

When is the baby due?

Normally, Klingon pregnancies
run 30 weeks,

but with mixed species,
it could be sooner.

Is it a girl or a boy?

No. Don't tell.

Uh, I want to be surprised.

Ah. We've already
been surprised.

I just don't see any reason
to have to label the baby.

I don't want to know
the gender.

I don't want to have
to pick a name yet.

Okay, okay.

Mommy knows best.

"Mommy"?

I wonder if the holodeck
has any child-rearing programs.

There are some things
you just can't simulate.

I will take whatever
help I can get.

We should get our
quarters ready.

Maybe I can replicate
one of those antique cribs.

And put it where?

We'll need to rearrange
the living area.

We need to do
a lot more than that.

You're happy
about this, right?

Of course I'm happy.

Just a little overwhelmed,
that's all.

Me, too.

Can we, uh, keep this
to ourselves for a while?

Absolutely.

I, uh... I need to get to work.

See you later... Dad.

Congratulations, Tom.

Thanks. How did you find out?

Icheb.

Oh, he wasn't
supposed to tell?

Well, we were hoping
to keep it private...

for an hour or so.

As they say on Talax,
Omara s'alas--

"Good news has no clothes."

Thanks... I guess.

Mm. Now, my good news
would be learning

that I'll be the godfather.

I do have experience
with Naomi Wildman, you know.

I can't think of anyone
more qualified.

Well, in that case, I've been
making up a list of names.

Tell me...

Have you checked
the warp core

for radiation leaks today?

No. Why?

You have a certain...
glow about you.

Okay, who told you?

I just heard.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Seven said you were dizzy.
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Nothing ever rattled her,
not even the Cardassians.

This is scarier.

Would you like some time off?

To do what?

Adjust.

This is a big change.

I'll work during the day,
sleep at night,

and have the baby
when it's time.

Well, if you need to
cut back on your duties,

I'm sure Seven would be happy

to fill in for you.

I think I can handle it.

Congratulations, buddy.

Where did you hear the news?

In the datastream
from Earth?

Actually, I think

it was a transmission
from the Borg.

It's all over now.

No more late nights
on the holodeck.

No more racing
the Delta Flyer.

Don't you think you're
exaggerating just a little?

I've seen it happen.

The new dad gets
tied down with family.

Old friends drop away.

It's fatherhood, Harry,
not exile.

If you say so.

Kidding aside, how's it feel?

Well, it's...

It's not quite real yet.

Maybe that's
what pregnancy's for.

Time to let reality sink in...

before your life
spins out of control.

You need any help?

Mr. Paris, this may
be the first time

you've ever volunteered
to assist me.

Really?

Well, we ought to change that.

I mean, we've known each other
a long time.

We ought to work more closely.

I'll keep that in mind.

So I guess you've heard

B'Elanna and I are going
to have a baby.

I was unaware.

Oh. Finally, someone
who doesn't know.

Allow me to extend
my best wishes.

Thanks.

You know, a baby is, uh,...

it's a big responsibility,

but I'm ready for it.

Not that, uh, you can ever be
completely ready.

Can you?

Lieutenant, are you asking me
for advice about fatherhood?

Well, I don't know anyone else
who's been through it.

I'm afraid my parenting skills
are somewhat dormant.

It's been many years
since my children were young.

Well then, you've had a long
time to think back on it.

Any helpful hints?

Offspring can be
disturbingly illogical,

yet profoundly fulfilling.

You should anticipate paradox.

Ah. I'll remember that.

If you'd like my counsel
on more specific issues...

Something tells me
I'm going to be volunteering

to work with you
on a regular basis.

So?

Looks nice.

Well, I figured
quiet, romantic dinners

may soon be
a thing of the past.

Tough day?

The Captain practically
relieved me of duty...

as if I couldn't handle
being an engineer

and being pregnant
at the same time.

Well, if you
ever need a baby-sitter,

"Godfather Neelix"
is ready to go.

Chakotay wants to be godfather.

Well, Neelix already has
a list of names.

Now, I don't mind people
suggesting names.

What annoys me is
all of the free advice

about feeding, discipline.

Folk wisdom is my favorite.

According to Chell,
Bolians believe

that if you give birth
near a warp core

it'll improve
the baby's disposition.

Why does everybody feel

they're entitled
to give us advice?

This is our child.

Well, people
should know better

than to interfere
with a Klingon mother.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. It was a joke.

What does being Klingon

have to do with it?

Hey, take it easy.

I don't want to take it easy.

I want everybody to back off
and just let me...

The Doctor said
I might experience

some behavioral volatility.

I guess this is it.

Well, forget about the Doctor.

Forget the Captain
and all the godfathers.

Maybe you're right.

I know I am.

This isn't about
their expectations or hopes

or... doubts.

None of this belongs to them.

It belongs to us.

All of it.

Lucky us.

Lieutenants Torres and Paris

please report to Sick Bay.

It's a holographic extrapolation
of your child's spine,

approximately ten months
after birth.

It's deviated.

Yes. There's a pronounced
curvature to the left.

Can it be corrected?

I had surgery for it
when I was a baby.

You never told me that.

My mother had it, too.

It tends to run
in Klingon families,

especially among females.

Are you saying
that this baby is a girl?

No, I didn't say that.

But it is a girl, right?

You cannot infer that.

It's okay. You might
as well just tell us.

Yes.

it's a girl...

and aside from
the deviated spine,

she's healthy.

Will she need surgery?

Fortunately,
we've advanced beyond that.

Genetic modification
is the treatment of choice.

If you can project
an image of the spine,

can you use the genetic data

to show us the whole baby?

I could.

I-it would only be
an approximation.

Let's take a look.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Aren't you curious?

Okay.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Forehead ridges?

Yes.

But she's only
one-quarter Klingon.

Klingon traits remain dominant
for several generations,

even with a single ancestor.

Oh, she looks just
like her mother.

You are so much
like your mother.

She's perfect...

isn't she?

Oh, what a day.

Mm-hmm.

Six years in
the Delta Quadrant

and nothing has ever
scared me as much

as hearing our baby
had a problem.

It's not much of a problem.

Well, we didn't know that
at first.

Now we know.

And we also know that the Doctor

is going to fix everything
tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry.

It's a lot to take in
all at once,

and I'm really tired.

We could both
use some sleep.

Computer, dim the lights.

Somebody make sure

those coals
are completely out.

I'll get it, Dad.

You kids be careful

and be back before sunset.

And bring your appetites--
we're having fish for dinner.

If you two
can catch any.

Dad, I increased
the field strength

of the targeting lure.

Ooh, those fish
don't stand a chance.

You better get going.

Your cousins aren't
going to wait forever.

I was thinking--

maybe I could go fishing
with you and Uncle Carl.

I thought you were
looking forward to the hike?

Just the kids.

No dads to slow you down.

They don't like me.

Why would you say that?

Because it's true.

Come on, B'Elanna, let's go.

See?

Now, go on.

Have a good time.

Dad?

What is it?

Nothing.

Relax.

We're not that late.

The Doctor
scheduled me at 0800.

You still have time for my
favorite gourmet breakfast--

peanut butter toast.

I'm too tired to eat.

Well, if you're having
trouble sleeping now,

wait till those
0200 feedings come around.

You'll be in charge of those.

I can't wait.

Look, uh, you don't
have to come with me.

It's a minor procedure.

Wouldn't you like
some moral support?

I'm not an invalid.

Well, in that case,
you're on your own.

That goes for breakfast, too.

I've been expanding my database
in obstetrics and pediatrics.

You haven't found another
problem, have you?

No, not at all,

but I have put together

a prenatal enrichment program.

Why am I not surprised?

I'd like to start with
trans-abdominal vocalization.

Let me guess.

You're going to
sing to my fetus.

Through a diatonal amplifier.

It's quite safe,
and it should

enhance the child's
mathematical abilities.

Can we talk
about this later?

Absolutely...

at our first
parenting class.

Parenting class.

Birthing techniques,
feeding options,

bonding strategies.

It's not all hard work, though.

We'll have ample time for fun.

Could we get on with it?

Certainly.

Computer, dim lights.

I hope you don't expect me
to sleep through this.

Of course not.

The darkness encourages
vascular dilation.

Now, you may feel
a slight tingling.

Please remain as
still as possible.

B'Elanna, come have lunch.

That's okay.

I'm not hungry.

You better eat while you can.

You know our dads aren't
going to catch any fish.

Here.

Thanks.

Your mom wasn't sure

you'd be able
to come this weekend.

I had a lot of schoolwork.

Well, I'm glad you made it.

That's nice of you to say.

Hey, B'Elanna, can
you hand me a drink?

Okay.

Thanks.

My teacher said Klingons
like live food.

Hey, stop it! Stop.

It was just a joke.

It was a stupid joke, Dean.

He's always doing stuff
like that to me.

Don't be mad, B'Elanna.

B'Elanna, wait!

Computer, raise lights.

Your daughter's spinal column

is now perfectly aligned.

Is she going to be all right?

Better than all right

if her parents
are any indication.

Computer, access
B'Elanna Torres' medical file.

File accessed.

Project a holographic image
of the baby.

Now, extrapolate what
the child's facial features

will look like...
at 12 years old.

Display the fetus genome.

Delete the following
gene sequences.

Extrapolate what
the child would look like

with those genetic changes.

Delete the following sequences.

Extrapolate.

Save changes.

Restrict access to this file;

B'Elanna Torres only.

There's no valid
medical reason

to do what you're proposing.

I disagree.

You want to delete
entire DNA sequences.

The genes that create
redundant organs, for example.

They're superfluous.

Those redundancies
are there for a reason.

Does my daughter need
a third lung to survive?

Strictly speaking, no,
but having it may be beneficial.

Some geneticists believe
the extra lung evolved

to give Klingons greater stamina
on the battlefield.

My daughter is not going
to be a Klingon warrior.

With all due respect,
you have no idea

what your daughter's
going to be!

What if she develops
an interest in athletics?

Greater lung capacity
would be an advantage.

The point is, there's no reason

to arbitrarily remove
genetic traits.

It's not arbitrary!

It's preventive.

How so?

That third lung could

become diseased, couldn't it?

I suppose.

Then what I'm suggesting

is no different than

removing an appendix
before it becomes inflamed.

Why tamper with
biological systems

that have evolved over eons?

Like curvature of the spine?

If I make these changes,
it'll affect her appearance.

I'm aware of that.

Are you also aware

that some of these genes
influence behavior, personality?

None of that's as important
as her health.

What does Tom think
about all this?

I wanted to see
what you thought first.

Well, as you can see,
I'm very dubious.

Look, I've done statistical
analyses, epidemiology.

At least review my work.

All right, I'll look at it.

But in the meantime...

I suggest you have a talk
with your husband.

Absolutely not.

This is our child's health
we're talking about.

No, it's more than that.

You want to change who she is.

Her individuality, her...

You don't want her
to be Klingon.

That's what this is
really about, isn't it?

You're trying

to protect her
from being Klingon,

because you had a rough time
when you were a kid.

I was treated like a monster.

That isn't going to happen
to our daughter.

Everyone on Voyager will accept
her for who she really is.

That's easy for you to say.
You're human.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning you don't
understand what it's like.

Okay, then... tell me.

When the people around you
are all one way and you're not,

you can't help feeling

like there's
something wrong with you.

But Voyager isn't just one way.

We've got Bajorans, Vulcans

a Talaxian...

And 140 humans.

Our daughter is going
to have a mixed heritage,

just like her mother.

It's something
you'll have in common,

something she should
be proud of.

Why destroy that?

I'm not destroying anything!

Gene resequencing
isn't a weapon.

It's a tool...
like a hyperspanner!

She's not a machine.
She's our daughter.

I'm not exactly sure
what you want me to do.

I want you to
order the Doctor

to genetically
alter my child.

Do you see what I'm
dealing with here?

What you're asking for
is ethically questionable.

The Doctor has reservations,
your husband is against it.

I only want to do
what you did...

...for Seven of Nine.

I beg your pardon?

You had her implants removed.

I don't see the connection.

You altered her physiology.

You changed who she was.

I was acting
in her best interests.

That's all I'm doing.

Seven was born human.

The Captain just helped

to restore her
original physiology.

And gave her a much better
life in the process.

Our child isn't even born yet.

How do you know what's going
to make her life better?

I just don't want her
to start at a disadvantage.

Look, the Doctor said you might
experience mood swings...

That's it.
Just dismiss my argument

as some kind
of hormonal outburst!

I didn't mean that!

Stop it, both of you.

The biggest problem
you two have isn't ethical...

it's marital.

I'm happy to offer
you advice as a friend,

but as your Captain,

I am not going to overrule
the Chief Medical Officer.

You two need to work this out.

B'Elanna...

What?

You heard the Captain.

We have to work this out.

There's nothing to work out.

You're getting what you want.

What I want is to have

a civilized discussion
with my wife.

Maybe a change
of scenery would help.

How about the holodeck?

That's your solution
to everything.

At least I'm trying.

Look, I don't care
where we do it,

but we have to talk
this out...

I am tired of talking,

all right?

Do I need a reservation?

What happened?

I think B'Elanna and I
need some time apart.

My couch is your couch.

She's barely pregnant

and already we're having
a major crisis.

You'll make up. You always do.

Yeah, but that's what
worries me.

We're always fighting
and making up.

How's that going
to affect our daughter?

She's going to have
a great life.

Piloting the ship from your lap,

battling Dr. Chaotica
on the holodeck.

Yeah, unless B'Elanna thinks
battling is too Klingon.

She's always been sensitive
about being part Klingon.

You know that.

That doesn't give her the right

to turn our child
into a science experiment.

But it does explain why
this is so important to her.

What am I supposed to do?

Maybe you should tell
her you understand.

What good would that do?

It might make her
less defensive,

and then maybe
it would be easier

for her to see
your point of view.

Yeah? What if she can't?

Like I said,
my couch is your couch.

She should be back by now.

Nobody has any idea
where she went?

She just ran off down there.

I'm-I'm going to go
look for her.

Uncle John?

Yeah?

I... it...

B'Elanna.

Where have you been?

I'm sorry.

I got kind of... separated.

It was our fault.

It was Dean's fault.

He put a worm in her sandwich.

I was just kidding.

I'm really sorry.

Forget it.

Come on. Let's get
dinner started.

You want to talk about it?

I just wish...

You wish what?

I wish I weren't Klingon.

Now, why would you say that?

Because everyone
makes fun of me.

Who's everyone?

Dean, kids at school.

They all hate me.

Did I ever tell you

what the kids at my school
used to call me?

I used to fall asleep
in class all the time,

so instead of John Torres,
they called me John "Snore-ez."

It's not the same thing.

Of course it is.

Kids tease each other.

They can be very cruel,

but it doesn't mean
that they hate you

or that they hate Klingons.

You don't understand!

I think I do.

You have to learn to be
a little less sensitive.

Fine.

Now come on.
Uncle Carl's going to tell

one of his famous fish stories.

I'd rather just read.

Suit yourself.

Did you know there
are fish around here

that have wings?

Flying fish?

It's true. I'm telling you.
We saw one.

Oh, yeah.

Really?

John, didn't we see
a flying fish today?

We sure did.

Jumped five feet in the air,
flew right into my lap.

Oh, no!

I jumped into
Uncle John's lap.

Everybody asleep?

They were exhausted.

Coffee?

Sure.

Listen, I'm sorry.

For what?

The way Dean treated B'Elanna.

I had a talk with him.

He was just doing
what 11-year-olds do.

I'm sure B'Elanna overreacted.

What makes you say that?

She's too damn sensitive.

What do you mean?

She's a great kid.

You haven't been
around her much

the last couple of years.

She's gotten moody,
unpredictable, argumentative.

Just like her mother.

I thought you loved
Miral's... intensity.

Everything's become
a fight with her.

I guess the older I get,

the less intensity
I can handle.

You know, it's funny

how Mom and Dad
always turn out to be right.

What do you mean?

Mom warned me
not to marry Miral.

Mom loved Miral.

Sure, she did,

but she never thought
I had the constitution

to live with a Klingon...

and now I'm living
with two of them.

Taya.

What?

"Taya." It's the feminine
form of "Chakotay.""

What do you think?

I'll add it to the list,

right after "Floxia."

Neelix suggested that one.

It's number 32.

On second thought,
you and Tom ought

to come up with your own name.

I knew there was a reason
I always liked you.

You look like
you've been up all night.

Want to get some coffee?

That's the best offer
I've had all week.

Morning.

Hi.

Join us for breakfast?

You know what?

I forgot my padd.

Why don't you two go ahead?

I'll meet you in the Mess Hall.

So, how are you today?

I haven't changed my mind,
if that's what you mean.

No, what I meant was,
how are you?

I've been better,
but I'll get over it.

You know, Harry has the
lumpiest pillows on the ship.

He snores, keeps
the room way too hot.

I missed you.

Me, too.

1 still owe you that slice
of peanut butter toast.

Why don't we go back to our
quarters, fire up the toaster?

Sounds nice.

Lieutenant Torres,
Lieutenant Paris,

please report to Sick Bay.

I've reviewed
the data you gave me,

and I've also done
my own analysis.

Skip the details, Doctor.

You've already made it clear
what you think of my proposal.

Actually, I've
changed my opinion.

What?

The genetic alterations
you've suggested

are necessary.

On what grounds?

The "clash" I mentioned between
Klingon and human metabolism.

It's more extensive
than I realized.

How extensive?

Theoretically,

it could lead
to complete metabolic failure.

But you can fix it?

By eliminating

most of her Klingon
genetic material.

Are you sure about all of this?

My analysis was quite thorough.

Of course, if our
circumstances were different,

you would be free to seek
a second opinion.

No offense, Doc,

but I am just trying
to understand what's going on.

You're welcome
to review my findings,

but let me stress

it would be unwise
to delay this too long.

Why?

The fetus is at a critical

stage of development.

Antibodies have begun to form.

How long do we have?

I've scheduled the procedure
for tomorrow morning,

with your permission.

I want to thank you both

for helping B'Elanna
when she fainted.

I'm glad it wasn't a parasite.

Well, you probably

don't know this,
but there may be

some problems
with the pregnancy.

I'm sorry to hear that.

The Doctor suggested
a treatment for the baby,

but his findings are very
confusing... at least to me.

You have
some expertise in genetics.

Do you mind taking
a look at this?

Of course not.

Whatever the problem is,

I have no doubt
the Doctor will solve it.

I hope you're right.

Your confusion
is understandable.

There's a
computational error.

It's not like the Doctor
to make a mistake.

I didn't think
that was possible,

unless there's some sort
of glitch in his program.

I'll run a diagnostic.

Thank you.

Please tell Lieutenant Torres

if there's anything I can do...

I'll let her know. Thanks.

It appears to be

more than a glitch.

I believe the Doctor's program
has been tampered with.

B'Elanna, this is Tom. Respond.

Computer,
locate Lieutenant Torres.

Lieutenant Torres
is in Sick Bay.

Frankly, I'm relieved

you decided not to wait
till the last minute.

Once this is behind us,
I'm sure we'll all feel better.

Someone's blocked
communications to Sick Bay.

See if you can
deactivate the Doctor.

Access to his program
has been restricted.

Keep trying.

Paris to Tuvok.

Go ahead.

Meet me in Sick Bay.

Why would she alter
the Doctor's program?

To change his mind

about the medical procedure.

Computer, open Sick Bay doors.

Unable to comply.

Override.
Authorization: Tuvok-pi-alpha.

Authorization denied.

Doctor, stop
what you're doing.

You're interrupting
a medical procedure.

Your program
has been altered.

What do you mean, altered?

Ignore him.

B'Elanna, this
is completely irrational.

Will someone please tell me
what's going on?

I'm your patient.
Your first duty

is to me and my baby.

Tuvok to Bridge.

Kim here.

There's a force field
in Sick Bay.

I can't deactivate it.

Cut power to the EPS relay

surrounding the Surgical Bay.

Access has been restricted.

I'll have to bypass them.

You said it could be dangerous
to delay the procedure.

She's manipulating you, Doc,
in more ways than one.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant,

but if there's something
wrong with my program...

There's nothing wrong
with your program!

I'm cutting power
to the Surgical Bay now.

I suggest we deactivate
your program,

until we determine
the extent of the alterations.

I understand.

Computer, deactivate EMH.

You had no right to interfere.

Tuvok, would you mind
giving us a minute?

I never thought

you would go this far.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Reprogramming the Doctor?

I upgraded his program,

so he could understand
what had to be done.

You mean
to reconfigure our baby

so she wouldn't be
treated like a monster.

It's not just about the
way she'll be treated!

What else

is it about, then?!

Come on, B'Elanna, tell me!

Forget it.

No, no. We're not
going to forget it.

We're going to talk
about this right now.

Stop telling me what to do!

You're not my father!

What are you talking about?

Look, my fath...

What?

What about him?

We were inseparable.

He spoiled me
and I worshipped him,

but the older I got...

we just grew apart.

He ended up organizing this
camping trip with my cousins.

I guess he just wanted to--

I don't know--
make things better again.

But it didn't.

It was awful.

I ended up trying to run away.

B'Elanna?

What are you doing?

It was so stupid.

I mean, where was I going to go?

You probably just
wanted him to stop you.

Well, he did.

Don't touch me.

B'Elanna, what's wrong?

You know what's wrong.

No, I don't.

Maybe I'm just being moody
and unpredictable.

What are you talking about?

I heard what you said
to Uncle Carl.

You shouldn't be listening
to private conversations.

And you shouldn't have said
what you did about Mommy!

B'Elanna...

listen to me.

Your mother and I
are having problems, but...

You don't love her anymore.

That's not true.

Yes, it is,
and you don't love me, either.

B'Elanna...

You're no different

than anyone else.

You don't like Klingons.
You said it.

You are twisting my words,
B'Elanna.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe you misunderstood.

No, I know what I heard.

It made me so angry!

You had a right to be,
after the things he said.

It's not what he said.

It's what I said.

If you can't stand living
with us,

then why don't you just leave?!

And that's exactly what he did.

Oh, B'Elanna...

12 days later...

and he never came back.

You can't blame yourself
for that.

Why not?

Because... he was obviously
unhappy about his marriage.

He didn't leave
just because you told him to.

You don't know that.

Look, whatever the reason was,

I'm sure it was a horrible thing
for you to live with.

Wait a minute.

You don't think...

B'Elanna,

I am never going
to leave you.

You say that now...

but think about how hard it is
to live with one Klingon.

Pretty soon it'll be two.

And someday I hope
it's three or four.

I mean it,

and I hope that every one
of them is just like you.

B'Elanna...

I am not your father,

and you are not your mother,

and our daughter
is going to be perfect

just the way she is.

You really think so?

I know so.

Medical Officer's Log,
Stardate 54452.6.

Lieutenant Torres
has deleted the alterations

she made to my program.

It's a relief to be back
to my old self again.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

You're not
feeling ill, are you?

No.

I'm fine.

I just wanted to apologize
for violating your program.

Apology accepted.

Not guilty by reason
of biochemistry.

Nice of you to let
me off the hook,

but biochemistry
isn't an excuse.

I knew exactly
what I was doing.

Is something wrong?

I don't know.

Your baby's kicking.

So soon?

Well, she is part Klingon.

There it is again.

May 1?

Feisty little thing, isn't she?

I wonder where
she gets that from.

Speaking of the baby,

I have another request.

Yes?

I wonder if you'd
like to be her godfather.

Neelix wants the job,

but he's already got
Naomi Wildman,

and Chakotay knows less
about raising kids than Harry,

and, and if you think...

I accept.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I was also wondering...

Do you think I could
see her one more time?

The holographic projection,
I mean.

I don't see why not.

She is cute, isn't she?