A/N: Here's part 5. It's not as great as I wish my writing standards were, but it is my faveorite part so far. :-)
After the content of the dreams that had plagued me for days, I had gotten over the initial shock, and found myself becoming more and more curious as to what was going to happen next.
Over the last week, I had seen myself fall for my ex-husband a second time, get re-married and move myself and my five-year-old son all the way to Seattle.
Brian had left for New Zealand two days prior. His work required him to travel quite often, which surprisingly came as a relief-at least this way I wouldn't have to force myself to lie to him about why I had been so distant lately.
To tell the truth, I had begun to loose the ability to distinguish between the dream world, and reality. Everything seemed so real. I could feel Frasiers' smooth skin as I cuddled up to him, I could smell his cologne-just as I had remembered, and I had started to re-discover feelings which I had thought were long since dead.
Perhaps this solitude was just what I needed to work things out. Frederick was scheduled to stay with his father for two more days, which meant soon I would have to face Frasier. It was hard to believe that I was going though hell, and Frasier was so unaware. I would sometimes wake up angry with him for putting me through this, but then I'd realise it wasn't real, and he knew nothing of my dreams.
Now, so ruled by these dreams, I had tried to take a nap in my lunch hour at the lab, in order to force the next dream. But it was to no avail.
Now I was at home, alone. It was only six o'clock, way before my usual bedtime, I wasn't the slightest bit tired, but I decided to re-try my efforts at evoking another dream.
I took my hair out of the bun I wore it in for work, slipped off my shoes and curled up on the couch.
I closed my eyes. Darkness…….. Five minutes……… ten minutes………. Half-an-hour… Nothing. I wasn't even asleep.
* Brrrrrrrrring!……….Brrrrrrrrrring! *
My eyes sprung open as the noise of the phone rung through my ears.
Ugh, I should've taken it off of the hook.
"Hello."
"Lilith. It's Frasier."
"Frasier?"
"How's my sweet rose and our little bud?"
"We're fine." I soon felt a dull kick near my navel. "A little restless; but fine." I took my free hand and stocked my protruding stomach. " I think it knows its daddy's near."
I pulled myself up from the comfy brown-suede couch and walked into Frasier's kitchen…. Wait a minute…...
* Brrrrrrrring!……….Brrrrrrrrrring! *
My eye's flung open and I sprang up from my slumbering position on the couch.. MY… Couch. In MY house. Alone.
"Hello."
"Lilith. It's Frasier."
"Frasier?" I looked down at my flat stomach.
"Now Lilith, you have to promise me you won't panic when I tell you this. It's not as bad as it seems."
"What?" I questioned suspiciously.
"It's Frederick……."
After the content of the dreams that had plagued me for days, I had gotten over the initial shock, and found myself becoming more and more curious as to what was going to happen next.
Over the last week, I had seen myself fall for my ex-husband a second time, get re-married and move myself and my five-year-old son all the way to Seattle.
Brian had left for New Zealand two days prior. His work required him to travel quite often, which surprisingly came as a relief-at least this way I wouldn't have to force myself to lie to him about why I had been so distant lately.
To tell the truth, I had begun to loose the ability to distinguish between the dream world, and reality. Everything seemed so real. I could feel Frasiers' smooth skin as I cuddled up to him, I could smell his cologne-just as I had remembered, and I had started to re-discover feelings which I had thought were long since dead.
Perhaps this solitude was just what I needed to work things out. Frederick was scheduled to stay with his father for two more days, which meant soon I would have to face Frasier. It was hard to believe that I was going though hell, and Frasier was so unaware. I would sometimes wake up angry with him for putting me through this, but then I'd realise it wasn't real, and he knew nothing of my dreams.
Now, so ruled by these dreams, I had tried to take a nap in my lunch hour at the lab, in order to force the next dream. But it was to no avail.
Now I was at home, alone. It was only six o'clock, way before my usual bedtime, I wasn't the slightest bit tired, but I decided to re-try my efforts at evoking another dream.
I took my hair out of the bun I wore it in for work, slipped off my shoes and curled up on the couch.
I closed my eyes. Darkness…….. Five minutes……… ten minutes………. Half-an-hour… Nothing. I wasn't even asleep.
* Brrrrrrrrring!……….Brrrrrrrrrring! *
My eyes sprung open as the noise of the phone rung through my ears.
Ugh, I should've taken it off of the hook.
"Hello."
"Lilith. It's Frasier."
"Frasier?"
"How's my sweet rose and our little bud?"
"We're fine." I soon felt a dull kick near my navel. "A little restless; but fine." I took my free hand and stocked my protruding stomach. " I think it knows its daddy's near."
I pulled myself up from the comfy brown-suede couch and walked into Frasier's kitchen…. Wait a minute…...
* Brrrrrrrring!……….Brrrrrrrrrring! *
My eye's flung open and I sprang up from my slumbering position on the couch.. MY… Couch. In MY house. Alone.
"Hello."
"Lilith. It's Frasier."
"Frasier?" I looked down at my flat stomach.
"Now Lilith, you have to promise me you won't panic when I tell you this. It's not as bad as it seems."
"What?" I questioned suspiciously.
"It's Frederick……."