Breaking it Gently


"You're jealous."

"Jealous? Me? Never."

"Tom, this is me, B'Elanna, not Harry. You're jealous of Max."

Tom seemed to slump. "Okay, I'm jealous. I remember him from 
Starfleet Academy. He was a year below me, nothing special. Now
he's a First Officer, and I'm just an Ensign, the Admiral's son 
who screwed up. He's everything I should be."

B'Elanna smiled. "You're one thing he'll never be, Tom."

"What's that?"

"The father of my child."

She'd meant to break the news gently, but the look on his face 
was worth it.