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"John," Delenn cried. "It is ruined!"
John Sheridan ran towards his wife. He wasn't sure what was going on, but the tone of her voice hurried him. "What?" he asked, panting from the exertion.
"Your ancestor's chronicles -- they're ruined." She held up the book that announced itself to be Relativity 10. "I've been looking for it for months now and it must have fallen behind the furniture and gotten ruined."
He picked it up and searched through it, trying to find the problem. John shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not seeing a problem"
Delenn's mouth opened in amazement that he was so blind. "It's blue, John." She eyed him as though he were an idiot.
A grin spread across his features. "That's how it's supposed to be. It's an anniversary issue and in color -- sort of."
"Oh." She smiled shyly, embarrassed by her mistake.
John sat on the couch, pulling his wife into an embrace and kissing her deeply. "And now we can pursue our second favorite activity together," he stated, then his eyes sparkled with anticipation. "And once finished, then our first favorite."
"Very acceptable, I think," she acknowledged, scooching up closer to her husband.
"Shall we just skip over Jill's apology?" John asked, a little in a hurry to go on to their later scheduled plans. "Hers is always the same."
Delenn nodded. "Elaine's -- oh, she's especially happy with the chroniclers of single events -- Christina (oh, new name), Marianne, Mary (another one), K Hanna (this is delightful) But, who are all these people?"
"Bonnie, Bridget, Christina, Gina, JackJunkie, K Hanna, Marianne, Maura, Robin, Sharon," John recited the long list. "It appears they all contributed to a single event log. She's especially pleased by Robin who worked on continuity. And how can she thank Bonnie enough who researched her little heart out-- and who also makes her tear-up in a happy-remembering/sad-missing sort of way when she reads Tonya now being added to the family history"
"Tonya must have been very special," Delenn decided.
"And then there's something here about something…" Losing interest he began nibbling on his wife's neck.
"Stop that," Delenn ordered weakly. "After." She cleared her throat. "Oh, Cathy isn't with the writers, she did the cover." Delenn closed the book, keeping her finger in the page to keep her place. "And now that I know it's supposed to be blue, yes, it's absolutely wonderful. Oh look! Abbie helped acquire the cover." She gazed at her husband happily.
John waved his hands in a let's-get-moving motion.
"And the proof-readers were Barb -- oh, yes, she's good -- and Robin and Joyce -- another name I hadn't seen. This is so fun!" she beamed.
John sighed heavily. "And she's overjoyed the muses finally whacked Jill on the head and got her back to writing," John continued.
"John," Delenn scolded. "It does not say 'whacked Jill on the head' -- inspired and gave great gifts to."
"She's got a million pages of praise, I was paraphrasing," he nearly growled out of frustration.
"Well, yes," Delenn admitted. "She does go on for" she turned the page and then turned the page again. "for quite awhile about how happy she is that Jill has gone back to being one of the historians. But you still need to focus a better."
John laced his fingers through her free hand, pulling it to his lips to kiss.
She sighed contentedly. "Maybe we should save this for awhile savor it."
John picked his wife up in his arms and began to move towards their private quarters. Relativity 10 slipped behind the couch unnoticed.
"Let's go work on my focus," John suggested as they disappeared through the door.
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