My gaze couldn't help but follow Frasier until he entered the bathroom. His glistening body half exposed. How could I be sure this wasn't a dream too? It certainly felt like one.
I continued to hang up my coat and set Frederick's luggage down in the hallway. I had left mine with the doorman, as I hadn't expected to be staying.
Frederick had already turned on the television and was trying to climb up onto the couch using his un-plastered arm.
"Sweetie, let mommy help you."
"That's okay mommy. I can do it." He assured me, grappling with the couch cushion until he slid back to the floor and landed on his backside with a thump. He didn't cry, but his bright blue eyes did reflect a look of shock. As if he didn't believe that he'd failed in scaling the brown suede mountain.
Just like his father. "Come here, honey." I insisted, my voice muffled by my symptoms. I lifted my son onto the couch and he nestled himself into a cushion to watch his cartoons.
I had planned on settling down with him but suddenly became dizzy, followed by queasy. "Mommy's just going outside for a minute pumpkin." I informed my son and made my way out onto the balcony for some air.
I remember the first time I stood on this balcony. The first time I'd visited Frasier's apartment and experienced a little of the life he had built without me.
After an embarrassing evening of being ridiculed-however politely, by Niles and Martin, Frasier and I moved out onto the balcony. Trust him to pick an apartment with such a beautiful view.
Maybe it was a combination of the wine from dinner, the view of Seattle under the stars and the moonlight on frasier's face but I finally found the courage to tell him the real reason I had come to Seattle.
After the misunderstanding with the letter Frasier and I had spent one of our most passionate nights together in my hotel room.
That is, of course, until Frasier blurted out what we both were thinking.
But then again, maybe that night hadn't been a mistake after all? Maybe it was an omen of sorts. Okay, the timing wasn't perfect. As Frasier picked up on, I was emotionally fragile at that point in my life. But my feelings for him have never diminished. Even when he'd do something pig-headed, he could make me so angry at times but I don't suppose I'd let him get to me if I didn't love him so much.
He was still my best friend in so many ways. Even after the divorce I still found myself seeking him out whenever I had a problem. He could've just cut all ties with me except for with matters concerning Frederick, but he didn't. If I were in trouble he'd still drop everything for me. Like now, I'm sure Martin and Daphne won't be happy to hear that I'm going to be staying here for a while, but Frasier didn't even give it a thought. He just wants to take care of me.
I've missed that.
Soon my queasiness returned and a bubbling in the pit of my stomach climbed towards my throat. I darted back inside to the powder room as quickly as possible, passing my son in the process.
At this point I heard Frasier return and ask Frederick where I was. Our son need not answer, as Frasier soon heard the sounds of my illness and came to my aid.
"Oh, Lilith. You really should get some rest."
"You're right, Frasier." I spluttered.
Frasier helped me up from my knees after I had successfully emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. Yes, Lilith, he really loves you now.
"Let's go into my room." Frasier insisted. I hadn't heard that phrase for a while.
The only time I'd been in Frasier's bedroom before was during the grand tour of his apartment when I first visited.
It was impeccably decorated as you'd expect from Frasier with a few pictures of Frederick and the rest of his family scattered about.
"You can take a nap in my bed." He suggested.
"Thank you, Frasier. I'll just go downstairs and get my luggage from the doorman."
"Don't be silly Lilith. I'll do that. Will you just let me take car of you? Please."
He looked at me with those magical eyes. "Okay." I gave in.
"I'll just go and get you a night-shirt of Daphne's."
"Frasier. It's 9:30 in the morning?"
"I know. But I think you should spend the day in bed. Don't argue." He looked at me with mock strictness.
I threw my hands up and surrendered. "Okay. But I don't think Daphne would appreciate me borrowing a night-shirt without asking. It'd be better to get mine out of my luggage."
Frasier opened a drawer and tossed me one of his button-down shirts. "Here. I'll get yours later. You get changed, I'll go and make you some soup."
There was a moment of silence. Just enjoying each other's company. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He smiled as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
I continued to hang up my coat and set Frederick's luggage down in the hallway. I had left mine with the doorman, as I hadn't expected to be staying.
Frederick had already turned on the television and was trying to climb up onto the couch using his un-plastered arm.
"Sweetie, let mommy help you."
"That's okay mommy. I can do it." He assured me, grappling with the couch cushion until he slid back to the floor and landed on his backside with a thump. He didn't cry, but his bright blue eyes did reflect a look of shock. As if he didn't believe that he'd failed in scaling the brown suede mountain.
Just like his father. "Come here, honey." I insisted, my voice muffled by my symptoms. I lifted my son onto the couch and he nestled himself into a cushion to watch his cartoons.
I had planned on settling down with him but suddenly became dizzy, followed by queasy. "Mommy's just going outside for a minute pumpkin." I informed my son and made my way out onto the balcony for some air.
I remember the first time I stood on this balcony. The first time I'd visited Frasier's apartment and experienced a little of the life he had built without me.
After an embarrassing evening of being ridiculed-however politely, by Niles and Martin, Frasier and I moved out onto the balcony. Trust him to pick an apartment with such a beautiful view.
Maybe it was a combination of the wine from dinner, the view of Seattle under the stars and the moonlight on frasier's face but I finally found the courage to tell him the real reason I had come to Seattle.
After the misunderstanding with the letter Frasier and I had spent one of our most passionate nights together in my hotel room.
That is, of course, until Frasier blurted out what we both were thinking.
But then again, maybe that night hadn't been a mistake after all? Maybe it was an omen of sorts. Okay, the timing wasn't perfect. As Frasier picked up on, I was emotionally fragile at that point in my life. But my feelings for him have never diminished. Even when he'd do something pig-headed, he could make me so angry at times but I don't suppose I'd let him get to me if I didn't love him so much.
He was still my best friend in so many ways. Even after the divorce I still found myself seeking him out whenever I had a problem. He could've just cut all ties with me except for with matters concerning Frederick, but he didn't. If I were in trouble he'd still drop everything for me. Like now, I'm sure Martin and Daphne won't be happy to hear that I'm going to be staying here for a while, but Frasier didn't even give it a thought. He just wants to take care of me.
I've missed that.
Soon my queasiness returned and a bubbling in the pit of my stomach climbed towards my throat. I darted back inside to the powder room as quickly as possible, passing my son in the process.
At this point I heard Frasier return and ask Frederick where I was. Our son need not answer, as Frasier soon heard the sounds of my illness and came to my aid.
"Oh, Lilith. You really should get some rest."
"You're right, Frasier." I spluttered.
Frasier helped me up from my knees after I had successfully emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. Yes, Lilith, he really loves you now.
"Let's go into my room." Frasier insisted. I hadn't heard that phrase for a while.
The only time I'd been in Frasier's bedroom before was during the grand tour of his apartment when I first visited.
It was impeccably decorated as you'd expect from Frasier with a few pictures of Frederick and the rest of his family scattered about.
"You can take a nap in my bed." He suggested.
"Thank you, Frasier. I'll just go downstairs and get my luggage from the doorman."
"Don't be silly Lilith. I'll do that. Will you just let me take car of you? Please."
He looked at me with those magical eyes. "Okay." I gave in.
"I'll just go and get you a night-shirt of Daphne's."
"Frasier. It's 9:30 in the morning?"
"I know. But I think you should spend the day in bed. Don't argue." He looked at me with mock strictness.
I threw my hands up and surrendered. "Okay. But I don't think Daphne would appreciate me borrowing a night-shirt without asking. It'd be better to get mine out of my luggage."
Frasier opened a drawer and tossed me one of his button-down shirts. "Here. I'll get yours later. You get changed, I'll go and make you some soup."
There was a moment of silence. Just enjoying each other's company. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He smiled as he closed the bedroom door behind him.