Martin and Daphne sat alone at the dinner table. It couldn't be helped that poor Daphne was still shaky. Her mind drifted as she poked at the fresh steamed vegetables on her plate. She listened to the background noise of Frasier's radio show. To her it felt like he was trying to give her advice on her horrible life. His hollering from the other night still pounded in her head.

"Are you okay Daphne?" Martin asked.

"Yes Mr. Crane. I am fine." She said softly. "I just need some more rest and I'll be as happy as a new born lamb." She smiled at him, but he just saw through her. For his own sake he placed his hand on top of hers to keep it from shaking. It worked for a while.

"You don't need to call me Mr. Crane when we're alone. My sons are not here." He smiled. "Just call me Martin." He grabbed his cane and got up from the table. "I have a gift for you."

"What is the gift for Mr. Crane... I mean Martin." She asked correcting herself.

"For our 2 years together." He seemed rather proud of the gift that he chose for her. She started to blush and looked away.

"Oh please, not a ring. We still haven't told your sons yet!" She acted all coy and kissed him on the lips. Martin just chuckled.

"Oh. Not yet my dear, it's just a simple gift but I'm positive you'll like it." He sat back down next to her and smiled.

She took her time with the nicely wrapped gift. Her pointer finger and thumb pulled back at the ribbon. She smiled softly with a small chuckle as Martin grumbled that she was taking too long. "Hush, I'm getting to it." But she ripped off the paper just to make him happy. "I take it you're in the mood tonight." Daphne smirked and looked to his face.

"You should model it for me. Go on, just try it on." Martin had kissed her cheek and went to finish eating his dinner as he waited for her.

"Alright Martin," Daphne had playfully swung her hips as she walked away.

"She sure makes a man want to pounce on her." He thought.

About 10 minutes later after freshening herself up she had come out into the main room of the apartment. With one hand on her hip, "Hot enough for you?" She teased and looked at him. Martin gave a big smile and walked up to her. "Nope, sit back down. I'm going to make you happy tonight." He bought her a laced up busty top with black ribbons on the back that was tighten to make her waist look smaller.

"You're absolutely beautiful." He placed his aging hand on the side of Daphne's face. "Come on; don't worry about that little sexy dance you want to give me. I just want to make love to you."

Daphne nodded and helped him up from the chair, walking back to his bedroom.

"Hey Niles, would you like to have dinner back at my place tonight?" Frasier asked over the phone. "I don't want to eat alone and I though having the company of my brother would be nice."

"Sure Frasier, that sounds nice. I'll be outside of the radio station in about ten minutes." The phone clicked as Frasier smiled.

"It will be nice to catch up with him. It has been an awfully long time since I've talked to him." Frasier placed his coat on heading down the stairs and sat down in his brother's car.

Daphne stormed out of the room rather pissed off. "Would it hurt you to face the fact that you need to use Viagra? I would like to pleasure like you promised!" She sighed and folded her arms. Martin came walking after her.

"I don't want use it, it's unnatural." Martin grumbled and stopped talking as he saw Frasier and Niles standing in the doorway. They stood there rather wide eyed and slightly disturbed. But they were more so pleased by the look of Daphne in her new attire.

"Frasier, I do believe that I'm in love." Niles smiled brightly and was pulled backwards by Frasier.

"Oh would you shut up you idiot." Frasier quickly pulled the door shut.

"Well that explains why she was so oblivious towards me. She's in love with our father." Niles gave a quiet chuckle and loved Frasier's expression.

"But he's a wrinkled prune! How could they possibly be together?" Frasier couldn't seem to analyze it into a way that would make since to his mind.

"As you are, you're a middle aged man and those wrinkles are not smiling lines. You aren't smiling like I am." He broke out laughing. At this moment they were driving to a French Dinner. Niles pulled his car over to the curb. "Don't let it bother you Frasier. The signs were there, you were just too busy keeping me off Daphne you ignored Dad."

"Quit the jokes or I'll throw you into that snow, leaving with your car." Frasier threatened.

Will be continued in the next Chapter...

Fan Fiction by: Joanne Thirlwall
Original Contents by: The Creator(s) of the Frasier Show
Year Written: 2007
Last Edited: 2007