A/N- I know, it's a bit sappy, but it picks up with the action. Somewhat. I promise, it'll get more action-packed as we go.

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6 and a half months later...

"Damnit!" John shouted as he barged into his office. Delenn looked up with a start. She had been studying some reports on his couch, waiting for him to come back from his staff meeting. She was hoping that they could get some lunch together. Just then, John looked up and realized that she was there.

"Delenn," he said, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "sorry, I didn't see you there."

"John?" she asked. He rarely lost his temper like that. She got up, albeit slowly, due to her now very round belly. She walked over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter love?"

John breathed in deeply again. He knew she wouldn't like this anymore than he did. "Susan just received a data file. It's footage from a ship that was carrying relief supplies to Proxima 3. There were refugee ships. Several of them. An Earthforce ship came through the gate, and destroyed all of them. Over 10,000 civilians were killed, Delenn."

Delenn gasped. She pulled John into an embrace. She knew that he was taking this hard. Ever since the embargo he had placed around Babylon 5, President Clark had become more and more irrational. And now he was ordering the murder of civilians in cold blood? Delenn was even more saddened by the fact that this hardly surprised her. "What are you going to do?" she asked slowly.

He looked at the floor. He hated war. He was sick of it. All the people who made him out to be a war hero, or a messiah, or God knows what else; he couldn't understand it. All he was was a soldier, trying to do his job. He only wished that his job would give him a break. "We're going to take the war to Clark."

He felt dejected. He didn't want this. He knew that it couldn't be helped, that it was the right thing to do, but inside he felt terrible. Here he was, going to go off to war soon, leaving Delenn behind. John couldn't stand that thought. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, he knew that; but she was carrying his child damnit! Couldn't the universe give him some more time? He needed to be with her; Stephen said the baby would come in about a month: and John would be damned if he wasn't there to support Delenn. He loved her so much. He turned her around, let her lean into his embrace, and his hands rested lightly on her abdomen. "I don't want to leave you Delenn." Despite his best efforts, he felt a tear crawl down his cheek.

Delenn realized he was crying when she felt the tear drop on her shoulder. She felt so bad for him. He felt torn between her and his world, and nothing she could say would ease his guilt about either choice he made. "John, please. I know you don't want this. But you have to do what you feel is right."

"But that's just it Delenn! How can I even think of leaving you at a time like this? How is that right?"

"John, you are more right than perhaps anyone else in the universe. That you are having such a hard time making this decision proves that. I love you. Do what you have to, then come back to me." She smiled up at him. The universe had forced him to make difficult decisions in the past, but this one, she could tell, was by far the hardest for him.

John knew she was right. She had some sort of innate ability to know what to say to him, and how to say it, to make things better. He felt marginally better, and though he still was very put out about the circumstances the universe had thrown them into, he tried to lighten the mood. "Delenn, I hope you know that I plan on having Clark's forces defeated in a week, and I'm gonna be back here for you."

She smiled at him. "I'm expecting nothing less."

He bent down and kissed her. "Let's go, huh? I think I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, so I want to get in as much time as I can with you."

"I am fully agreeable to that Captain." With that, John put his hand around Delenn's waist, and they walked out of his office.