Just to tell you, Bowling boy helped me right this story. Other than that, I'm not really sure what to say, other than Daphne and Fred own a seven story house, the gang lives in Hollywood, Willow and Oz are married (Daphne's friends) and that I'm not sure if Daphne's parents are named George and Elizabeth or not, so, uhm, enjoy the story.
Daphne was applying makeup when the doorbell rang. She went to open the door before one of the maids could. It was a cold, winter Sunday afternoon in Hollywood. Fred was out with Oz, Shaggy and Ethan, playing tennis inside the gym. Daphne had been left home alone.
"Mommy, Daddy!" Daphne had opened the door and found Elizabeth and George Blake standing outside. She went and hugged both of them.
"Oh my goodness! Your pregnant, Daphne!" Her mother exclaimed as Daphne hugged her.
"Yeah." Daphne said excitedly as she rubbed her stomach.
"It's Fred's, right?" Her father asked suspiciously, not at all happy about Daphne being pregnant. He walked into Daphne and Fred's seven-story house.
"Daddy, of course it is! You think I would cheat on Fred?" She sat down on one of the couches in the entryway.
"Nice house." Elizabeth murmured as she walked inside.
"Thank you, Mommy." Daphne said as a maid appeared and took her parents coats.
"Well, I thought it was a possibility that you would cheat on Fred." Her father said in a stuck up voice.
"You don't like Freddie, do you Daddy?" Daphne got up to show them where they would be staying.
"It's just that his family isn't as rich as ours." Her father said, bragging. "I don't even know how you could afford this house."
"It's Freddie's job Daddy. Plus, you lent us money, remember?" Daphne got into the elevator and pushed one of the many buttons.
"Yes, I remember." George said.
"Are there any other reasons you don't like Fred?" Daphne asked.
"I don't know how to put it." Her father said. Before Daphne had time to respond, the elevator door opened.
"Here are your rooms." One of the maids said.
Ignoring the maid, Elizabeth said, "George, you should spend some time with your daughter."
"Yes, darling." George said as Elizabeth went into their room and shut the door. When George turned around, Daphne wasn't anywhere in sight.
"Daphne, where are you?" Asked George looking around.
"In here Daddy." Daphne called from one of their many libraries.
"Daddy, please tell me why else you don't like Fred." Daphne gave her father puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, I'll tell you." George said, sitting down on a couch. A maid came into the library, bringing a martini in for Daphne's father.
"Groovy." Daphne said smiling, sitting down next to him.
"I always thought that you would marry Norville Rogers. Then, when you decided to marry Fred, I loathed him." He said sighing.
"Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Daphne asked. "You know you can tell me about these things."
"I didn't want to tell you because, well, I thought you'd hate me." George said sipping his martini.
"I'd never hate you Daddy!" Daphne exclaimed, wincing as the babies kicked. George took no notice.
"Did you ever like him?" Her father said, looking at her.
"Who?" She asked, forgetting whom they were talking about.
"You know, Norville." Her father said, somewhat annoyed about having to remind Daphne who they were talking about.
"No, but that's none of your business." Snapped Daphne. "Get out of here!" She yelled, slamming the door on him.
She sat down and sighed, picking up a book and flipping through it. She slammed the book down and went to her parents' room.
"Daddy, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. Can I please come in?" She knocked on the door. There was no response. She sighed and left.