Daphne carefully helped Niles out of the car and together they slowly made their way into the Elliot Bay Towers.

"Are you going to be all right, Sweetheart?"

Niles winced as he moved as carefully as possible.

"Yes, my love; I'll behind. I'm just... a little slower than normal."

"It's all right Darling. Just take your time."

"No, you go on ahead. I'll catch up; eventually." Niles replied; wincing again as they approached the elevator.

"Are you sure?"

"Very." Niles answered, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. When he drew back,

Daphne blushed deeply, her cheeks turning almost as red as his sunburned skin.

The sight of her bashfulness made Niles smile roguishly. "I still have that effect on you, don't I?"

His comment made her blush even deeper and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Daphne, what's gotten into you?"

"I don't know." She said, her voice almost childlike. "I just... I can hardly believe that we're married."

He encircled her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. "You're not disappointed are you?"

"Only that I didn't realize that you loved me years before. I mean, when I think of all the time we missed-."

He silenced her with a kiss. "That's in the past, my angel. I know I made a mistake in not telling you before, but I plan to spend the rest of our lives making up for lost time."

Daphne melted into his arms. "I Love you, Darling."

"I love you too."

"Now come on. Your brother and father are going to think something happened to us!"

"I'll be right behind you... give or take a few feet."

Niles attempt at humor made her smile and she reluctantly went ahead of him and waited at Frasier's front door. After several minutes, Niles finally stepped off the elevator, prompting Daphne to ring the doorbell.

Seconds later, the door was answered and she was greeted with hugs and kisses from Frasier and a wave from Martin.

"Well, welcome back! How was the honeymoon?"

Daphne sighed, remembering the blissful week she'd had with her new husband.

"Oh... Tahiti was absolutely wonderful! Well, except for poor Niles getting sunburned."

She turned to find Niles staggering into the condo with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hello, all." He said weakly.

"Good Lord, Niles! You look like you crawled out of a bisque!"

Daphne rolled her eyes at Frasier's harsh comment, but Niles seemed unfazed.

"You sound like someone who doesn't want his souvenir Paul Gauguin oven mitt!" Niles retorted, flashing the ridiculous designer kitchen item in front of his brother's face.

Leave it to Frasier to request the most absurd souvenir known to man. Why couldn't he ask for something normal like a t-shirt?

"Niles! You remembered!" Frasier said, enthusiastically taking the oven mitt from Niles.

Daphne sat down on the sofa and waited patiently for Niles to join her.

"Sherry, Niles?" Frasier was asking.

"I'd love some. Thanks."

Glass in hand, Niles smiled at his brother. "You look awfully debonair this evening. Don't tell me you dressed up because of Daphne and I."

"Of course not!" Frasier said quickly, causing Daphne to glare at him.

"Actually I may have to cut our visit short because Roz is coming over with someone she wants me to meet."

"A lady friend?" Niles grinned as he finally reached the sofa and sat down.

Frasier smirked. "No, we're going to join a jazz trio, you cherry-faced fool!"

Daphne fumed, doing her best to remain calm.

How dare her brother in law treat Niles with such disrespect! Couldn't he see that his brother was in pain?

Daphne smiled; feigning interest in Frasier's latest attempt at finding a soul mate.

"So who is this woman?"

"Well Daphne, I didn't get her name. But Roz and I have set up a safety word in case the evening should turn out badly. All I have to do is say enchant'e and Roz will know that I'm not interested."

The doorbell rang and Roz walked in with an attractive woman who wore a dress that was much too revealing for Daphne's taste; much less for a blind date.

"Well, Roz!" Frasier said, rushing eagerly to greet her at the door. "I see you've brought a guest!"

"Pleased to meet you, Elizabeth." Frasier said politely; extending his hand.

"Lis-beth." She corrected with a heavy New York accent that was tinged with annoyance.

"I told you I was going to, didn't I?" Roz snapped. "Frasier Crane this is my friend Lisbeth."

"Pleased to meet you, Elizabeth." Frasier said, shaking Lisbeth's hand warmly.

Doing her best to ignore Frasier and this annoying woman, Daphne focused her attention on Martin.

Within seconds they were making small talk about the Seattle Mariners, a subject on which she was only slightly more educated than Niles or Frasier.

She could tell from Martin's rambling that he'd had more than enough of this Lisbeth woman.

"I'm going to bed!" He declared a few minutes later.

"Goodnight, Martin" Daphne said, kissing his cheek.

"Night, Niles. Hope that sunburn feels better. It looks like it hurts like hell."

"Thanks, Dad." Niles said, accepting his father's gentle hug.

Daphne turned to Niles and they exchanged a smile. It wasn't often that Martin was the more reasonable one.

When Martin was gone, Daphne turned to Niles. " We should probably go, Darling."

"Yes." Frasier said. "You wouldn't want our warm weather to bake you any more than you already are. Right, Niles?"

Infuriated by yet another sarcastic comment, Daphne rose from the sofa and took Niles' hand.

"Come on, Niles. Let's get out of here."

"But Daphne-."

Niles shrugged at his brother and then ignored his protests as Daphne led him out of the condo and slammed the door behind her.