As saddened as I am now that this story is ending soon, I must admit it
was a rather...interesting...experience trying to answer the infamous
'how babies are made' question--to a three year old, no less. 
[Un]Fortunately, (depends on your POV :) )  I've never had the
experience myself.
So, I called out for help and was answered by....my friend Serena!  I
held an informal contest among my friends, the Parisites. (hi, guys!)
The object of the contest was to see who could come up with the best
explanation, and she won!  So, if you read this story and are totally
angry/annoyed/disgusted, e-mail her at....no, just kidding.  Anyway, the
prize she received was being listed as a co-author and having the new
Paris baby named after her.

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Disclaimer:  Paramount did, does, and will always own these
characters. (Except for the ones I make up.)  I just play with them a
little.  :)
 
So, without further ado, I give you...

Daddy's Little Girl (VOY, P/T, PG) 
by JoAnna Walsvik and Serena, a.k.a. Selery ;-)
part 5/6

        Katy Paris listened, enthralled, as her mother explained to her
the process of having a baby.  Her daddy seemed to be holding back
laughter as her mommy talked, and Katy couldn't understand why.  To
her inquisitive little mind, the entire concept was fascinating.  She
hadn't known that girls had eggs, and boys had seeds, and one day
when her mommy and daddy had kissed one of the seeds had gotten
inside the egg and the egg had started to grow bigger and bigger, and in
eight months, when the egg got big enough to be a baby, the doctor
would help her mommy take the baby out of her tummy.
        "Wow, Mommy," she breathed when B'Elanna was finished. 
"That's neat.  Can I go play now?"
        "Sure.  Go ahead," her mother permitted, relieved that the
entire experience was over. 
        After Katy had kissed both of her parents and scampered off to
play, B'Elanna and Tom looked at each other.  Tom couldn't help
himself.  He burst out laughing, holding his sides until he thought they
would burst.  "That was--that was--that was priceless," he gasped, tears
of laughter streaming down his face.
        B'Elanna gave him a dirty look, but a smile was tugging at the
corners of her lips.  "Next time, *you're* explaining it.  I absolutely
refuse to do it again."
        "Was that--um, *explanation* the one your mother gave you?" 
Tom asked, highly amused.
        "Me?  Hell, no,"  B'Elanna said emphatically.  "She never told
me anything.  I had to find it out for myself."
        "Warrior Women at the River of Blood'?"  Tom said slyly,
winking at her.
        In spite of herself, she grinned, remembering that long-ago
novel and the conversation that had followed it.  "Something like that. 
What about you?  Did your mother explain the birds and the bees to
you?"
        "Of course not,"  Tom said, rolling his eyes.  "I learned it the
same way you did.  When I was twelve, my dad sat me down for a
man-to-man talk.  He got about halfway to the birds before I
interrupted him and said, 'Dad, I *know* this stuff already.'  He said,
'You do?  Just how much do you know?'  So *I* ended up explaining
the entire process to *him*.  Needless to say, we didn't discuss it
again."
        "Well, I'm glad Katy has two happy, healthy parents to explain
the facts of life to her,"  B'Elanna said softly, smiling at him.
        "So am I,"  Tom agreed, his hand closing around hers.  "So am
I."

*****

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                                =/\= JoAnna
                                Official Parisite
                                Star Trek: Voyager

        Thought of the week:  How many boots would a centipede need if a
centipede needed boots?