Tom hears the screaming from four doors down the corridor.
He braces himself for another legendary tantrum.
Michael sits quietly playing on the floor.
Timmy and B’Elanna are nowhere in sight, but he can hear his son yelling at the top of his lungs.
From behind the closed bedroom door comes the sound of something heavy hitting the door. "NOOOOOO!"
The sounds of the tantrum continue.
Tom smiles, Timmy was certainly his mother’s son.
"…then you can stay in there." B’Elanna’s voice was firm as she came out.
She looks up at Tom. "Tell me again why we wanted kids."
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