by Christine
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Archive: Sure, what the hell. Anywhere is fine, just let me know first so I will know where to look for them.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything Trek. I own everything and everyone I made up. Am I making money from this? What the hell are you smoking?!

Feedback: Yes! Oh God Yes!!

Author's Note: Just something cute I wrote. Enjoy.

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Paris is a dead man!

Tom was the one who had come up with the idea. Tom had told him that it had been done by others for centuries. Tom had said that there was nothing to it. Ha! So how come he hadn't volunteered? Simple, Tom wasn't stupid.

Harry paced his quarters, having made several trips to the head. He wasn't feeling all that great. Not only that, but he couldn't fit into his Starfleet uniform anymore.

Lost in his murderous thoughts, Harry didn't hear Tom walk into their quarters, until he called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

Getting no reaction from Harry, Tom walked over to his husband and asked, "What? No kiss?"

"Thomas Eugene Paris! Next time you carry the kid!" Harry yelled waddling angrily into the bedroom and locking the door behind him.

"Damn!" Tom muttered as he headed towards the sofa to spend yet another lonely night.

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