@zjofierose tagged me a handful of days ago and i’m just now getting to this, between babysitting and actually writing more/writing something i’m comfortable sharing.
more Rainbow 2 spoilers from a different scene :D also please have pity on me. this is rough as crap and i already see 100 issues with it. :P
tagging @jhelenoftrek, @rawkfemme, @coffeeinanebula, @mia-cooper and @muldyfi :D (for those who have done it already, share from another scene or another WIP and let’s keep the cycle going! :)
“You’re free to go. I’ve gotten the Captain settled in and you are welcome to visit her.” The Doctor nodded back towards the private alcove area.
“The Captain settled in?” Worry suffused him and the demand for more details was on the tip of his tongue when a high pitched cry filtered through the hubbub. Chakotay’s head snapped around at the sound, recognizing it instantly for what it was. His feet carried him towards the source on autopilot, past more smiling faces until they faded behind him as he crossed the threshold into the right hand alcove.
Inside the alcove, the lights were lowered and he had to blink to adjust to the dimmer illumination but there was more than enough light to reveal the beautiful sight before him: Kathryn reclining on the low cushioned biobed and cradling a small swaddled bundle in her arms. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps with a smile as he reached her side. He gave her a tender kiss, then his attention returned to the small bundle. “When--?”
“About half an hour ago.” Her smile turned rueful. “Despite the chaos, she was born with no complications, thankfully. But it doesn’t surprise me she was born during a crisis, though at least it was a minor one this time around.”
“Mhm. Seems your intuition about a daughter was right all along.”
Daughter. My daughter. His thoughts were churning at warp five, even as he held out his hands in a silent plea. The baby uttered a whining squawk as she was passed over into her father’s arms and he immediately moved to draw her close to his body the moment he had a steady grip on her. Her face scrunched up as if she were preparing to cry, but it came out as another whine. Her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. Eyes as dark as his own stared back at him, fringed with tiny dark lashes that matched the curls peeking out from beneath the small cap that covered her head.
“Hello, my girl.” He could barely get the words out past the lump lodged in his throat. Feeling her squirm, he held her closer, leaning down to press his lips to her brow and breathe her in.
