A/N: This part is a little shorter then the others. I think. And it's definately the one where Frasier gets his turn to rant. Niles is in this one, which is always really difficult. Sometimes I think he's harder to write then Frederick. But then I try to write Frederick. Well, I hope you enjoy this. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, "Frith" and of course Niles. For being such a weird little man.
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I hoped everything would be alright. I hated promising her that, and I never would have-under normal circumstances. But, I felt like I needed to comfort her in any way I could. I just hoped I wasn't lying. Whether it be intentional of not, I always hated doing it.
She really was the woman I loved. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why I loved this person above all others. And how that love persisted even after all we went through. I was sure it was mutual, which was even more amazing.
I believe in soulmates, no matter how foolish it may seem. I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. And, I am and was positive that Lilith was mine. Always had been, and probably always will be. It's just one of those feelings that never changes. Once you find the person you're just meant to love, you can't stop. No matter how much you wish you could.
And believe me, there had been so many times I'd wished I could stop loving Lilith. After the divorce, I'd lie awake in bed, wondering why I still carried these feelings for her. I often wondered if I was only imagining them because I'd been so happy while we were married. But, every time I saw her, those feelings only became stronger, however tainted with dread that we might not see each other again in a few months.
It all came down to one thing. I needed to be with Lilith, and everyday. For the rest of my life. I wanted her to be my wife, again. I wanted her to be the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in the morning, smiling back at me. Whether she was awake or not. I needed her to want that too.
The doorbell rang, cutting into my thoughts. That was really the last thing that I could use. Something else to add to my list of things going wrong with my day. I had to get up and answer the door. Damn, why couldn't Daphne live here anymore?
I got up to answer the door. But only after being reasurred by Lilith that an interuption would be okay. As long as it wasn't a huge one.
"Niles, this isn't really a good time." He had this stupid grin on his face, and his eyebrows were raised so high they appeared to be floating above him. In short, he seemed excited. Or at the very least, pleased.
"Daphne's out in the car." He was ignoring me, and he hadn't even seen Lilith. And, did he really come up to tell me that Daphne was in the car? "She's going to have the baby!" God Niles could be so stupid at times. Daphne was having a baby, and he just dropped by to tell me the news, and maybe have a glass of Sherry. All *before* taking his wife to the hospital.
"Niles. Hello, and congradulations. But, might I suggest actually taking Daphne to the hospital?"
"Ah right!" He acted as though this was a brilliant idea, and seemed to wonder why he hadn't thought of it. Exactly what I'd been thinking. "Hello Lilith!" He'd answered her, and he'd heard her, so he obviously knew she was there.
"Niles, please!" I was getting a little annoyed with him.
"Right. Frasier, will you follow me to the hospital." And, as though actually *seeing* Lilith for the first time, "you can come too. If you want."
"I'd love to." But she didn't seem as sure as Niles thought she did. But, she hadn't been trying to fool me.
Niles left and I turned to Lilith. "I'm sorry about him. He's just excited." And then there was whatever made Niles the way he was. I haven't questioned him since I first moved back to Seattle, but lately he's made me realize what a strange little man he really is.
"We should probably go. I'm sure he'll want you there as soon as possible. Regardless as to how strange he is." Sometimes I thought she was the psychic one, and Daphne was just weird. Okay, Daphne is weird, but she wouldn't be Daphne if she wasn't. And for some reason we all loved her.
"Lilith?"
She looked up, looking so helpless. And I almost hated to ask.
"What are we going to do about Frederick?"
"Well, the only logical thing to do would be to send him to boarding school." Oh dear God. I hadn't imagined she would say this.
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I hoped everything would be alright. I hated promising her that, and I never would have-under normal circumstances. But, I felt like I needed to comfort her in any way I could. I just hoped I wasn't lying. Whether it be intentional of not, I always hated doing it.
She really was the woman I loved. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why I loved this person above all others. And how that love persisted even after all we went through. I was sure it was mutual, which was even more amazing.
I believe in soulmates, no matter how foolish it may seem. I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. And, I am and was positive that Lilith was mine. Always had been, and probably always will be. It's just one of those feelings that never changes. Once you find the person you're just meant to love, you can't stop. No matter how much you wish you could.
And believe me, there had been so many times I'd wished I could stop loving Lilith. After the divorce, I'd lie awake in bed, wondering why I still carried these feelings for her. I often wondered if I was only imagining them because I'd been so happy while we were married. But, every time I saw her, those feelings only became stronger, however tainted with dread that we might not see each other again in a few months.
It all came down to one thing. I needed to be with Lilith, and everyday. For the rest of my life. I wanted her to be my wife, again. I wanted her to be the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in the morning, smiling back at me. Whether she was awake or not. I needed her to want that too.
The doorbell rang, cutting into my thoughts. That was really the last thing that I could use. Something else to add to my list of things going wrong with my day. I had to get up and answer the door. Damn, why couldn't Daphne live here anymore?
I got up to answer the door. But only after being reasurred by Lilith that an interuption would be okay. As long as it wasn't a huge one.
"Niles, this isn't really a good time." He had this stupid grin on his face, and his eyebrows were raised so high they appeared to be floating above him. In short, he seemed excited. Or at the very least, pleased.
"Daphne's out in the car." He was ignoring me, and he hadn't even seen Lilith. And, did he really come up to tell me that Daphne was in the car? "She's going to have the baby!" God Niles could be so stupid at times. Daphne was having a baby, and he just dropped by to tell me the news, and maybe have a glass of Sherry. All *before* taking his wife to the hospital.
"Niles. Hello, and congradulations. But, might I suggest actually taking Daphne to the hospital?"
"Ah right!" He acted as though this was a brilliant idea, and seemed to wonder why he hadn't thought of it. Exactly what I'd been thinking. "Hello Lilith!" He'd answered her, and he'd heard her, so he obviously knew she was there.
"Niles, please!" I was getting a little annoyed with him.
"Right. Frasier, will you follow me to the hospital." And, as though actually *seeing* Lilith for the first time, "you can come too. If you want."
"I'd love to." But she didn't seem as sure as Niles thought she did. But, she hadn't been trying to fool me.
Niles left and I turned to Lilith. "I'm sorry about him. He's just excited." And then there was whatever made Niles the way he was. I haven't questioned him since I first moved back to Seattle, but lately he's made me realize what a strange little man he really is.
"We should probably go. I'm sure he'll want you there as soon as possible. Regardless as to how strange he is." Sometimes I thought she was the psychic one, and Daphne was just weird. Okay, Daphne is weird, but she wouldn't be Daphne if she wasn't. And for some reason we all loved her.
"Lilith?"
She looked up, looking so helpless. And I almost hated to ask.
"What are we going to do about Frederick?"
"Well, the only logical thing to do would be to send him to boarding school." Oh dear God. I hadn't imagined she would say this.