One For The Road: Part 2
Notes:
Woohoo! 2 parts in 2 days! Right after "Whole Again" too! I love posting things and getting reviews. It's fun. :D This part is still a little bit of a prologue, but it's necessary. Sorry. A special thanks to those of you who reviewed my other "stuff." So, without further ado:
When I woke up the next morning-
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! The next WHAT?
Calm down Lilith. Yes, you slept with Frasier, but Frederick has no idea. He and Martin just came in late, so they snuck off to their rooms. They'd probably gone to sleep that night, happy that *they* hadn't been caught.
Wait. I slept with who?
I rolled over. Ah. I'd slept with Frasier. "Um. Frasier?" I gently nudged him, hoping he would wake up so I could...So I could, what?
"What the hell!?" I was getting tired of that.
"Frasier. Please." It really did hurt me whenever he said something like that. But why couldn't I tell him that it did?
That was probably the main reason our marriage hadn't worked out in the first place. Not because he'd asy "What the hell?" every morning when we woke up. He didn't, although Carla would be the first to tell you otherwise. But because I kept keeping things from him. I couldn't tell him that he was hurting me then, anymore then I could now-
"Lilith. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that. Oh Lilith!" We were both silent for a minute. "Do you regret what we did?"
"I hadn't until you woke up and so clearly stated your opinion. You always regret-"
"Lilith. Not once have I, ok once." He paused, clearly thinking. "No, not once have I regretted making love to you. I've only said that because I thought you-"
"Of course I haven't!" Another brief moment of silence. I started to speak again, only much softer. "Did you really mean what you said yesterday? About loving me all these years?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Do you really regret coming to Seattle?"
"What's all this about regrets? But no." My heart fell. "I got closer to my dad then I've ever been, been reunited with my brother, and if I hadn't come back, Niles probably never would have met Daphne." It's always all because of him. "But, this would have been a million times better had I insisted that you come with me."
"Frasier, are you saying you want me to move to Seattle?"
"Of course not. I'm saying I think it's time I moved back to Boston!"
***
"Don't say that! You need time to think this over. Consult Niles. Ping-pong back and forth between options and have Niles of Martin tell you what you really wanted to do in the first place! But don't say something like that until you've though about it-asked the guy who waits tables at Nervosa for advice. Please?" I'd thought about it. But obviously not enough, as I was having second thoughts.
"Alright. If that's what my angel wants." I kissed her forehead. "Now. How about you go take a shower while I make some breakfast. Your usual?"
"Yes. With ketchup please?"
I laughed. "Of course. Lilith and her eggs with ketchup. Weird, but, to each his own. Or her own, as the case may be."
"Oh! Just go!" She threw a pillow at me, which, of course was dead-on. She always had good aim. At least it was a pillow rather then a chair.
I left the room, only to find Dad in the hallway outside my room.
"Oh God!"
"What?"
"You slept with her agian didn't you?"
"And why would that be wrong?" As if I didn't know. "We're both consenting adults. And if it wasn't me, Niles would probably be all over her!" I'd been trying to make a joke, but Dad wasn't in a jokey mood.
"He's married. Which is why it's so wrong for you-you AREN'T married to the witch anymore!"
"But what if I wanted to be!? And don't call her a witch!" Wow. What if I did want to re-marry her?
Notes:
Woohoo! 2 parts in 2 days! Right after "Whole Again" too! I love posting things and getting reviews. It's fun. :D This part is still a little bit of a prologue, but it's necessary. Sorry. A special thanks to those of you who reviewed my other "stuff." So, without further ado:
When I woke up the next morning-
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! The next WHAT?
Calm down Lilith. Yes, you slept with Frasier, but Frederick has no idea. He and Martin just came in late, so they snuck off to their rooms. They'd probably gone to sleep that night, happy that *they* hadn't been caught.
Wait. I slept with who?
I rolled over. Ah. I'd slept with Frasier. "Um. Frasier?" I gently nudged him, hoping he would wake up so I could...So I could, what?
"What the hell!?" I was getting tired of that.
"Frasier. Please." It really did hurt me whenever he said something like that. But why couldn't I tell him that it did?
That was probably the main reason our marriage hadn't worked out in the first place. Not because he'd asy "What the hell?" every morning when we woke up. He didn't, although Carla would be the first to tell you otherwise. But because I kept keeping things from him. I couldn't tell him that he was hurting me then, anymore then I could now-
"Lilith. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that. Oh Lilith!" We were both silent for a minute. "Do you regret what we did?"
"I hadn't until you woke up and so clearly stated your opinion. You always regret-"
"Lilith. Not once have I, ok once." He paused, clearly thinking. "No, not once have I regretted making love to you. I've only said that because I thought you-"
"Of course I haven't!" Another brief moment of silence. I started to speak again, only much softer. "Did you really mean what you said yesterday? About loving me all these years?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Do you really regret coming to Seattle?"
"What's all this about regrets? But no." My heart fell. "I got closer to my dad then I've ever been, been reunited with my brother, and if I hadn't come back, Niles probably never would have met Daphne." It's always all because of him. "But, this would have been a million times better had I insisted that you come with me."
"Frasier, are you saying you want me to move to Seattle?"
"Of course not. I'm saying I think it's time I moved back to Boston!"
***
"Don't say that! You need time to think this over. Consult Niles. Ping-pong back and forth between options and have Niles of Martin tell you what you really wanted to do in the first place! But don't say something like that until you've though about it-asked the guy who waits tables at Nervosa for advice. Please?" I'd thought about it. But obviously not enough, as I was having second thoughts.
"Alright. If that's what my angel wants." I kissed her forehead. "Now. How about you go take a shower while I make some breakfast. Your usual?"
"Yes. With ketchup please?"
I laughed. "Of course. Lilith and her eggs with ketchup. Weird, but, to each his own. Or her own, as the case may be."
"Oh! Just go!" She threw a pillow at me, which, of course was dead-on. She always had good aim. At least it was a pillow rather then a chair.
I left the room, only to find Dad in the hallway outside my room.
"Oh God!"
"What?"
"You slept with her agian didn't you?"
"And why would that be wrong?" As if I didn't know. "We're both consenting adults. And if it wasn't me, Niles would probably be all over her!" I'd been trying to make a joke, but Dad wasn't in a jokey mood.
"He's married. Which is why it's so wrong for you-you AREN'T married to the witch anymore!"
"But what if I wanted to be!? And don't call her a witch!" Wow. What if I did want to re-marry her?