A/N: Well, this turned out to be done a lot faster then I'd anticipated. Not the fic. Certainly not the fic, but rather, the part. This isn't my favorite part for many reasons. I don't think I did very well on it because I was dreading writing this part, and I think that it shows. This part had to be done sooner or later, and I figured that I should just get it over with. But, I don't think it's really that bad. Haha. But, I do wish it wasn't so serious! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and *helped* me so far. And, as always, to the word "Frith."
"Well, a couple of weeks ago, she called me. Sobbing." He looked frightened. "She told me...that..." His voice trailed off.
"Frederick. Please." Lilith's voice was gentle and calm. Not at all how mine would have been.
"Samantha thinks she's pregnant." He blurted out, all in one breath.
"And how does that concern you?" Shut up Frasier! Shut up! Please don't say it! Please!
"If she was, then I'd be the father." Everyone was silent for a minute.
"Frederick! You told me to trust you! And you come to me with, this?! And why has this news made you miss curfew recently? You're not-"
"No! How could you think that?" Stupid question of the century. "She lives with her mom, who works late. Samantha's just scared and wants me to be there for her."
"Does her mother know?"
"No. We wanted to be sure before we told you. Which we aren't, so she might not be..."
"Frederick, will you go to your room? Your dad and I need to think about how to handle this."
When he'd left, I turned to Lilith. "So much for our fun week." She'd started sobbing. Why did I insist on saying these things? Just a few minutes ago, my biggest problem had been trying to figure out how to propose to this women. Who happened to be sitting in front of me, sobbing.
***
I knew Frasier felt guilty for making me cry, but it wasn't him. I'd just been holding it in for so long, I just couldn't bear it anymore. I hadn't really cried since he left me. Or since I made him leave, really.
All those years ago, what had made him pack up and drive to Seattle? He told me then that it was because our marriage just wasn't working anymore. He hadn't gone right out in saying it, but what he meant was, every time he looked at me, he couldn't help but be reminded of how I'd betrayed him.
He hadn't needed to say it. I saw that very thing myself every time I looked in the mirror. And, if that wasn't enough, in his eyes.
His eyes have always held a certain power over me. They were so bright and intelligent, but never intimidating. They made me feel safe, probably because they were always the first things I'd seen when I woke up in the morning. Those eyes looking into mine, with his arms rapped around me, protecting and strong.
Now, he had been basically telling me his leaving was fate. Not that either of us believe in that waste of time, but, that's what you'd call it. If you had to call it something that is. Because if it truly was fate, how come he *hadn't* taken Frederick and me with him?
Frederick. Where had I gone wrong? I wanted so much to be able to blame it on Frasier's not being there, and that's probably what Frederick would have done as well. But, that wasn't it, really. I didn't know what it was. But something had made my little boy a father. Or, a possible father.
"Oh Lilith! I'm so sorry." Ah, yes. This is where he apologizes for making me cry. He always did, even the night he arrived in Seattle. He called me. I don't know why, but he did. I'd picked up the phone, and I heard his voice and that had been the first time I'd cried since the affair. And one of the only. Even 11 years later, I'd only cried a few times.
"Frasier. It's not your fault Frederick got us into this mess. Which is why it's not your fault that the week is, as you said, ruined. Which is why it's not your fault that I'm crying." No, it wasn't his fault. Even if I was crying over him.
"Then, why are you crying honey bear?" That only made me cry more. It had been the first time he'd used one of his ridiculous pet names for me since before I asked to come here. To put him through this. Although, we would be in the same position in a few days if Samantha proved to be pregnant and Frederick had to tell me. Oh, I could only hope she wasn't!
"Because I've lost my baby!" Which was only partly the reason, but he didn't need to know that. "He, he-"
"Oh Lilith, it's all going to be okay." He pulled me closer to him and I could only hope he was right, because I didn't know how I would react if he wasn't.
"Well, a couple of weeks ago, she called me. Sobbing." He looked frightened. "She told me...that..." His voice trailed off.
"Frederick. Please." Lilith's voice was gentle and calm. Not at all how mine would have been.
"Samantha thinks she's pregnant." He blurted out, all in one breath.
"And how does that concern you?" Shut up Frasier! Shut up! Please don't say it! Please!
"If she was, then I'd be the father." Everyone was silent for a minute.
"Frederick! You told me to trust you! And you come to me with, this?! And why has this news made you miss curfew recently? You're not-"
"No! How could you think that?" Stupid question of the century. "She lives with her mom, who works late. Samantha's just scared and wants me to be there for her."
"Does her mother know?"
"No. We wanted to be sure before we told you. Which we aren't, so she might not be..."
"Frederick, will you go to your room? Your dad and I need to think about how to handle this."
When he'd left, I turned to Lilith. "So much for our fun week." She'd started sobbing. Why did I insist on saying these things? Just a few minutes ago, my biggest problem had been trying to figure out how to propose to this women. Who happened to be sitting in front of me, sobbing.
***
I knew Frasier felt guilty for making me cry, but it wasn't him. I'd just been holding it in for so long, I just couldn't bear it anymore. I hadn't really cried since he left me. Or since I made him leave, really.
All those years ago, what had made him pack up and drive to Seattle? He told me then that it was because our marriage just wasn't working anymore. He hadn't gone right out in saying it, but what he meant was, every time he looked at me, he couldn't help but be reminded of how I'd betrayed him.
He hadn't needed to say it. I saw that very thing myself every time I looked in the mirror. And, if that wasn't enough, in his eyes.
His eyes have always held a certain power over me. They were so bright and intelligent, but never intimidating. They made me feel safe, probably because they were always the first things I'd seen when I woke up in the morning. Those eyes looking into mine, with his arms rapped around me, protecting and strong.
Now, he had been basically telling me his leaving was fate. Not that either of us believe in that waste of time, but, that's what you'd call it. If you had to call it something that is. Because if it truly was fate, how come he *hadn't* taken Frederick and me with him?
Frederick. Where had I gone wrong? I wanted so much to be able to blame it on Frasier's not being there, and that's probably what Frederick would have done as well. But, that wasn't it, really. I didn't know what it was. But something had made my little boy a father. Or, a possible father.
"Oh Lilith! I'm so sorry." Ah, yes. This is where he apologizes for making me cry. He always did, even the night he arrived in Seattle. He called me. I don't know why, but he did. I'd picked up the phone, and I heard his voice and that had been the first time I'd cried since the affair. And one of the only. Even 11 years later, I'd only cried a few times.
"Frasier. It's not your fault Frederick got us into this mess. Which is why it's not your fault that the week is, as you said, ruined. Which is why it's not your fault that I'm crying." No, it wasn't his fault. Even if I was crying over him.
"Then, why are you crying honey bear?" That only made me cry more. It had been the first time he'd used one of his ridiculous pet names for me since before I asked to come here. To put him through this. Although, we would be in the same position in a few days if Samantha proved to be pregnant and Frederick had to tell me. Oh, I could only hope she wasn't!
"Because I've lost my baby!" Which was only partly the reason, but he didn't need to know that. "He, he-"
"Oh Lilith, it's all going to be okay." He pulled me closer to him and I could only hope he was right, because I didn't know how I would react if he wasn't.