Delenn opened her eyes as Verrenn handed her son to her. She held him for the first time, and her eyes shone with joy. This small, tiny morsel of life was so beautiful to her. She could find no flaw with him. She looked at him, and she could already see the resemblance to her husband in her tiny son's face. Then, he opened his eyes, and stared right into her soul. Delenn melted. His green eyes were so intense. She knew John would be delighted, would say that they were her eyes.

Lennier looked on apprehensively. He knew he should be happy for her. And he was. But he also felt like he had had the wind knocked out of him. He had said to Marcus for the rebirth ceremony that he had accepted that Delenn was fated for another. Perhaps he had told himself this, but as he faced Delenn with her newborn son held so gently in her arms, he realized he had lied to himself. His heart had always held out the desperate hope that Delenn would come to her senses and renounce Sheridan. But this child, this perfect testimony to their love, drove the truth to his heart. She would never, could never, be his. Quietly, he slipped out of the room.

Verrenn watched as Delenn cuddled the child. He could see that this child would never be without love.
Delenn stroked her finger ever so gently down the child's face.

A small knock at the door startled both the healer and Delenn. Ayann stood at the door. "I heard the baby..." she said by way of an explanation. Delenn's face broke into a wide grin. She beckoned her young cousin over. Ayann came, and saw the small baby lying in his mother's arms. Delenn's grin was infectious, and a slight smile spread over Ayann's face. "What's the baby's name?" she asked.

Name? Delenn had been so overjoyed to see her son, she hadn't thought of what name she would give him. She and John had discussed several names over the past few months, but they hadn't firmly decided. John had said, "When the baby's born, we'll know which name is right for it. No need to decide anything now." Delenn had commented that he was starting to talk like a Vorlon. He simply shrugged and told her that it was just her special faith in the universe that was finally rubbing off on him. She looked down at her son. One of the names she and John had considered came to the forefront of her mind. She had always been fond of the name. And to name him after both of their ancestors seemed apt.

"David." She said. A tribute to both John's father and Jeffrey Sinclair, who became Valen and of whom Delenn was a descendent. She didn't think that John would disapprove.

Ayann smiled shyly. "I like that name. It's interesting." There was an unspoken question in her cousin's eyes.

"Would you like to hold him?" Delenn asked. Ayann smiled shyly and nodded, and Delenn gently handed David to her. Ayann held David as if he were the most delicate, fragile thing in the world. After she cuddled the baby for a minute, she handed him back to Delenn.

"Alright now." Verrenn interrupted. "Delenn, you need your rest." He gave a gentle smile to Ayann, who took the hint. She bowed gracefully, and left the cabin. After she left, Verrenn rolled over a small bed for David. He took him from Delenn, and placed him down to sleep. Then he gave Delenn a stern glance. "I mean it. You need your rest Delenn. Go to sleep."

Delenn lay down on the bed, but she didn't want to sleep. She could feel exhaustion in every weary bone of her body, but all she wanted was to lie there and watch her newborn son.

Verrenn could tell what she was thinking. But he decided to let it go. He knew that after he had turned down the lights and left her in peace, her body would demand rest from her, and she wouldn't be able to fight it. As long as David was near her, he doubted she would worry. So he left, and as he had predicted, within a few minutes, Delenn was asleep.