Daphne was on her bed reading a book when Fred came in. She had given up trying to get in touch with her parents.

"Honey, I'm home!" He came up to Daphne and kissed her on the lips. "So, how are my babies?" He asked, unbuttoning her shirt.

"They're fine." She said as Fred put his hand on her stomach. "Uhm, Freddie, I have something to tell you."

"What? You're pregnant? I think I know that." Fred said, joking around, kissing her again.

"No, it's not that. It's just that, well," Daphne paused.

"What?" Fred sat down on the bed and pulled Daphne on top of him.

"My parents. They're here, and I don't know what to do. I yelled at Daddy, and now he's not talking to me, Freddie, what should I do?" She looked at him begging for an answer. Suddenly, the phone rang, making them both jump. Daphne reached for the phone. "It's probably Willow." She picked up the phone "Hello?" Just as Daphne had suspected, it was Willow.

"Hi Daph!" Willow said, sounding excited.

"Can I call you back later, Will? I'm kind of busy right now."

"Oh. Oh! Sure, take as much time as you need with Fred!" Willow giggled.

"Hey! That's not funny! And it's not about Fred."

"Hey!" Fred gave Daphne a look.

"Great. Fred's giving me that look. Okay, I gotta go. Bye!" Sighing, she hung up the phone.

"Your still upset." Daphne nodded.

"So… what's your theory on all this, this nonsense?"

"I'm not part of it." Fred said quickly, picking up the book Daphne had been reading. He looked at it, and then tossed it off the bed.

"Yes you are. Or, or no sex for a week." Fred's eyes widened. "After I have your children."

"Hey, you can't do that! That's a punishment for me staying out to late with Shaggy and Oz! Not for not helping you. Your too mean." Fred grinned. "But I still love you." He kissed her neck.

"If I was so mean, I wouldn't let you sleep on my bed." She pushed him of the bed.

"Hey!" He fell off the bed, pulling Daphne with him.

"Fred!" She screamed, then pouted as he pulled her back on the bed. "That hurt."

"Sorry." Fred sighed. "Tell me what happened with your father."

"Are you sure you want me to tell you? I mean, you might get upset." Daphne said, giving him a cute look.

"Honey, you know you can tell me anything." He kissed her forehead.

"Well, Daddy doesn't like you, because he wanted me to marry Shaggy. He asked me if her ever liked him."

"You said no right?" Fred interrupted Daphne.

"Of course Freddie. You're the only one I love." She leaned in for a kiss.

"Are you sure you never liked him?" Fred pulled away.

"NO! Why does everybody keep asking me that?" She slid off the bed, re-buttoned her shirt, and went over to the staircase.

"Daphne, where are you going?"

"I need sometime alone." She walked down the stairs.

"I'll be here taking a shower if you need anything!" Fred called after her. Daphne went across they're library to the elevator door. She got in the elevator, and decided on visiting Shaggy. As soon as she arrived to the garage, she walked to her purple BMW, open the door, and started the engine.

When she pulled up to Shaggy's house, she saw him on the steps outside his house. He lifted his head as Daphne got out of her car.

"What's wrong Daphne?" Shaggy asked as Daphne walked up to him.

"My father dislikes Fred because he wanted me to marry you. Do you have an explanation?"

"I'm sorry, Daph."

"Do you like me?"

Shaggy sighed. "We need to talk." He opened his door and walked inside. Daphne followed, sitting down on the couch. "Daph, I've liked you for years. I was going to ask you to the prom, but you told me that Fred had already asked you. After the gang broke up, I wanted to tell you, but we hadn't talked for years, so I thought you'd say no. Then, when you told me about Fred proposing to you, I knew that we'd never get together."

"Oh." Daphne looked down at the floor. "Well, I guess that we aren't." She got up. "I-I think that I should go. I promised Fred that I'd spend some one on one time with him before the twins come." She went back to the door. "So, uhm, bye." She closed the door behind her, and got into her BMW.

Daphne walked into the house. She had decided that she should stop worrying about the Shaggy issue. She loved Fred, and was about to have his children. Lost in thought, she almost ran into her mother. "Mommy, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was waiting for you, Daphne. Your father's upset about what you said to him. I've tried talking to him, but he won't listen. Maybe you should try talking to him." Elizabeth sighed.

"I don't think he'd listen to me. He was in a bad mood when you came here." She took off her purple coat and put it in the closet.

"Well, you made it worse!" Elizabeth started to cry.

"What the matter? Did I do something?" Daphne asked nervously.

"No. It's just that, well, okay, I'll tell you the whole story. Just before your father and I came here we had a big fight. We decided that the best thing to do was get a divorce." Daphne gasped. "I didn't want to tell you until it got worse. Well, let me tell you. It got worse."

"I-I'm so sorry."

"You should go spend some time with Fred, Daphne. I don't want to bother you with my marriage." Elizabeth got up and walked away.

Daphne got in the elevator and waited for it to stop on her floor. She got out and walked into the library, and up the stairs to her room. "Fred!" He came out of the bathroom to Daphne standing in the center of their room crying.

"Honey, what's the matter?" He went over to her and hugged her. "Where did you go?"

"She glared at him before responding. "I went to Shaggy's house. That's all you need to know, so just shut-up and hold me." Fred picked her up and put her on the bed, putting the covers around her.

"You need to sleep. It's been a stressful day for you." He turned out the light, and went into his office. Daphne sighed, and snuggled into the blankets, falling asleep in less then five minutes. After all, it had been a stressful day.