"What about this? It's yellow, it could be for a boy or a girl." I held up a sweet little baby outfit to show Frasier.
"Oh, Moon-pie, that's charming." Frasier commented, whilst wrapping his arms around my heavily pregnant waist.
He began slowly brushing my hair away and kissing the back of my neck. "Frasier!" I couldn't contain my giggles. "Stop that. We're in the middle of a store."
"Are we? I hadn't noticed. All I see is you." He said between kisses.
We had attracted an audience, but after that comment I couldn't help but turn around and press my lips to his.
"Lilith." He whispered in my ear.
I replied to the best of my abilities, considering my mouth still was covered with his.
"Lilith." Another whisper…..Wait, how could he whisper in my ear when his lips were on mine?
"Honey." I opened my eyes and found myself led on Frasier's bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you." Frasier said. "But I thought I'd better. I didn't want your soup to get cold."
"Oh, thank you, Frasier." I sat up. "How long was I asleep?"
"Not long, remember I told you I'd be in when your soup was ready. You were out like a light."
"I'm sorry."
"Lilith. Don't be silly. There's nothing to be sorry for." He positioned the breakfast tray on my lap. "Now, eat up."
"Yes, Daddy." I joked.
"It's been a long time since you called me daddy. And not in that context either." He smirked.
"Frasier!" I scolded him through my laughter.
We didn't even acknowledge the door opening, as we were too busy laughing.
….."Why's Freddie sat on the couch? I thought he and Lilith flew out this morn……" Martin stopped in his tracks when he saw me sitting on the bed dressed only in one of Frasier's shirts. "Oh, Hi Lilith!" He said through the enormous fake smile plastered on his face.
"Hello, Martin." I lowered my head in embarrassment, and sneezed.
"Lilith's sick." Frasier began to explain. "They wouldn't let her fly, I said she and Frederick could stay here until she gets better."
"Oh." Martin replied in a slight state of shook. "Well. Feel better Lilith." He said sharply as he hurried out the door.
"I don't think he's too keen on me being here." I said, staring into my soup.
"Nonsense, Lilith. He just didn't expect to see you today."
"Oh, Frasier don't try to cover up for him. I know how he feels about me." I cut him off.
Frasier put his hand over mine. I was tempted to pull it away but just stayed still.
"Sweetheart. He just doesn't understand you like I do."
"And he never will." I added.
"Lilith." Frasier put his hand to my chin and moved my head until my eye's met his. "Angel, he…"
"Frasier, will you stop calling me that! We're not married anymore." I snapped, as I pulled my gaze towards the wall.
There was an awkward silence. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it; I loved it when he called me by his pet names, it made me feel loved. But that was exactly why I had said what I had. He doesn't love me anymore. At least, not the way he used to, and that hurt. I just couldn't handle him being so adoring towards me, when I know those names don't mean the same anymore.
"He just needs to get to know you a little better." Frasier broke the silence.
"He had seven years to get to know me when we were married. Just face it Frasier, he doesn't WANT to know me."
I think I must've hit the nail on the head, as Frasier could find no answer for my last comment. He simply looked into my eyes and said, "Eat your soup." Then headed for the door.
"Frasier, I'm sorry." I called after him. "I shouldn't have said that-about you not calling me angel. I just….." I couldn't bring myself to reveal the real reason. "I have a headache and, I'm just not myself today. I'm sorry."
"I understand, Lilith." He replied, as he sat back down next to me on the bed. "……So, I can call you darling again?" He smiled.
"Anytime." I answered.
To my surprise Frasier moved in to kiss me but seemed to change his mind and kiss my forehead instead. "I'll leave you be now." He said to the bed.
I grabbed his arm. "Thank you, Frasier. For taking care of me."
"You're welcome."
"Oh, Moon-pie, that's charming." Frasier commented, whilst wrapping his arms around my heavily pregnant waist.
He began slowly brushing my hair away and kissing the back of my neck. "Frasier!" I couldn't contain my giggles. "Stop that. We're in the middle of a store."
"Are we? I hadn't noticed. All I see is you." He said between kisses.
We had attracted an audience, but after that comment I couldn't help but turn around and press my lips to his.
"Lilith." He whispered in my ear.
I replied to the best of my abilities, considering my mouth still was covered with his.
"Lilith." Another whisper…..Wait, how could he whisper in my ear when his lips were on mine?
"Honey." I opened my eyes and found myself led on Frasier's bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you." Frasier said. "But I thought I'd better. I didn't want your soup to get cold."
"Oh, thank you, Frasier." I sat up. "How long was I asleep?"
"Not long, remember I told you I'd be in when your soup was ready. You were out like a light."
"I'm sorry."
"Lilith. Don't be silly. There's nothing to be sorry for." He positioned the breakfast tray on my lap. "Now, eat up."
"Yes, Daddy." I joked.
"It's been a long time since you called me daddy. And not in that context either." He smirked.
"Frasier!" I scolded him through my laughter.
We didn't even acknowledge the door opening, as we were too busy laughing.
….."Why's Freddie sat on the couch? I thought he and Lilith flew out this morn……" Martin stopped in his tracks when he saw me sitting on the bed dressed only in one of Frasier's shirts. "Oh, Hi Lilith!" He said through the enormous fake smile plastered on his face.
"Hello, Martin." I lowered my head in embarrassment, and sneezed.
"Lilith's sick." Frasier began to explain. "They wouldn't let her fly, I said she and Frederick could stay here until she gets better."
"Oh." Martin replied in a slight state of shook. "Well. Feel better Lilith." He said sharply as he hurried out the door.
"I don't think he's too keen on me being here." I said, staring into my soup.
"Nonsense, Lilith. He just didn't expect to see you today."
"Oh, Frasier don't try to cover up for him. I know how he feels about me." I cut him off.
Frasier put his hand over mine. I was tempted to pull it away but just stayed still.
"Sweetheart. He just doesn't understand you like I do."
"And he never will." I added.
"Lilith." Frasier put his hand to my chin and moved my head until my eye's met his. "Angel, he…"
"Frasier, will you stop calling me that! We're not married anymore." I snapped, as I pulled my gaze towards the wall.
There was an awkward silence. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it; I loved it when he called me by his pet names, it made me feel loved. But that was exactly why I had said what I had. He doesn't love me anymore. At least, not the way he used to, and that hurt. I just couldn't handle him being so adoring towards me, when I know those names don't mean the same anymore.
"He just needs to get to know you a little better." Frasier broke the silence.
"He had seven years to get to know me when we were married. Just face it Frasier, he doesn't WANT to know me."
I think I must've hit the nail on the head, as Frasier could find no answer for my last comment. He simply looked into my eyes and said, "Eat your soup." Then headed for the door.
"Frasier, I'm sorry." I called after him. "I shouldn't have said that-about you not calling me angel. I just….." I couldn't bring myself to reveal the real reason. "I have a headache and, I'm just not myself today. I'm sorry."
"I understand, Lilith." He replied, as he sat back down next to me on the bed. "……So, I can call you darling again?" He smiled.
"Anytime." I answered.
To my surprise Frasier moved in to kiss me but seemed to change his mind and kiss my forehead instead. "I'll leave you be now." He said to the bed.
I grabbed his arm. "Thank you, Frasier. For taking care of me."
"You're welcome."