"Hey, Dad?"

It was dinnertime in the Sheridan household. For once, Delenn, John, and their beloved son, David, could eat together, as a family. No tactics, no cranky ambassadors, just a loving family sharing a meal. Delenn had gotten used to mashed potatoes (the texture took a while for her to get accustomed to) and were a favorite among their son. The vegetables were something Minbari, John could never remember their name. The meat tasted like turkey, but he knew he wouldn't be able to remember the name for that meat either. John just wanted to take it all in, the beautiful near-dusk of the sun, his even prettier wife backlit by said dusk, and his son, full of life, patiently waiting his acknowledgement.

"Yes, David?"

"Well this question concerns Mom too, but I was wondering if we could go on a family vacation? It obviously wouldn't be right away, I know that. But I'd like to go," David took a deep breath, and continued "to Earth." He braced himself for his father's response, clenching every muscle in his nine-year-old body.

"Your mother and I will talk about it, David." After David noticed the calm in his father's response, he relaxed his muscles. "So, in the meantime, how about you tell us about what you learned today?" John knew how much seeing David learn about the world around him made Delenn smile, and after another absurd week, he wanted to see it. That was all he wanted. A reminder, that disturbances and change can lead to wonderful things.

John heard his son say something about the Earth-Minbari War, basic arithmetic, a paper about someone inspiring, and the chemical components of tea, but it was drowned out by his wife's gorgeous smile.

Soon after, they had finished their meal, and some of Delenn's Anla' Shok assistants got David to go to bed, after quite a long game of chase. This left John and Delenn to talk about a family vacation to Earth, a conversation he didn't want to have, but told his son he would nonetheless.

"Delenn-"

"He should go. The question remains if you and I are comfortable going."

John thought that was a little direct for a Minbari, but he'd take it.

"John, I want him to understand. I want him to go, but I'm not going without you. There would be too many questions if it were just the two of us, and it wouldn't really be the family vacation David had asked us for. If you don't want to go, we won't go to Earth."

"No, we should go, I know that. There's just a lot of mental preparation I'd have to have beforehand, but something tells me there's a ritual you've already thought of, isn't there? I can see it on your face."

"Sure, it would help you decide if we should go, and then when, followed by where we would visit." Delenn sighed, then followed, "Of course, it could just sit in the back of your mind for a few months while our son gets more impatient for your answer if that is what you wish."

John hated how well she knew the both of them sometimes, he really did. "How much time is it going to take?"

Delenn sighed before she responded. "I'm afraid you're not going to like this, but the ritual ends when you've come to a conclusion, so it can end in five minutes or five months. Of course, you could just use a pro and con chart; leave meditation for another time."

"Why'd you go and save a pro/con chart as my last option, Delenn, if you know it's so much easier for my human brain to handle?"

"It's the Ivanova method, John. There's more than one way to get to your final answer, but sometimes I like it when your way is my way, is that so wrong?"

They leaned into each other's embrace as John said "No, of course not, not when it's you."

"We should go to bed, there's work to be done come the sunrise," Delenn said, leading him to their bedroom, "we both know what you're like when you're sleepy."

"Me?" John asked, "What about you? I woke you up early on the station and you threw a pillow over my face!"

"I did not throw it, I did not suffocate you, and you were being persistent in a way that I did not enjoy."

"Not even a little bit?" John looked up at his wife and saw a face eerily similar to that of Susan Ivanova. "I'll take that as a 'no', then."

"Good, because I'm going to bed, are you?"

"Where I am, you are, and where you are, I am."