Fred woke up around six o'clock in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. He rolled over to face Daphne. She was sleeping peacefully, her arms around the stuffed animal Fred had gotten for her on their first date. He smiled, thinking back to the day. They had been walking by a carnival when Daphne spotted it. She had begged him to get it for her, and after the fifth try and ten dollars later, he won the dart game. She had happily carried the stuffed Beagle back to Fred's mustang, ignoring all of the other women glaring at her with envy. He awoke from his daydream as she moved onto her back, mumbling various things in her sleep. He noticed how pregnant she looked. Her stomach was getting larger and rounder. They had gone to the doctors and gotten an ultrasound a couple of weeks ago, and they had said the babies were looking healthy.

"Freddie." Daphne whispered his name as he put his arms around her. Letting go of the stuffed animal, she immediately snuggled into his embrace, putting her arms around his neck. He smelled her perfume that she wore out of habit every night. It was his favorite, and had insisted upon her wearing it years ago. She still remembered, and wore it every night, much to Fred's pleasure.

Fred jumped as someone knocked on the door. Fred carefully got out of Daphne's embrace, and opened it up. In the library, connected to Daphne and Fred's bedroom, stood George. "Hello Fred."

"Hi. Hello. Uhm, Daphne's sleeping." He pointed to Daphne's sleeping figure. "You shouldn't wake her up. She's had a rough day. Well, rough yesterday." He tried not to laugh at how stupid he sounded.

"Yes. Okay." George raised his eyebrow. "Actually, I came here to see you." Fred looked back at Daphne, who was stirring restlessly.

"We should go into the library." Fred said, shutting the bedroom door and turning on the library light. He sat down on one of the couches. "Not to be rude or anything, Mr. Blake, but I'd kind of like to know why you came to see me at six o'clock in the morning."

"Daphne must have told you about Lizzy and my argument." He looked over at Fred. Fred frowned and nodded.

"She was quite upset. You shouldn't get divorced over a simple argument."

"Have you ever had a fight with your wife?" George asked, putting his hands on the back of his neck and leaning back.

"Once. We were fighting on whether or not to have children." Fred thought back on it. Fighting was something both he and Daphne wanted to avoid.

"I'm guessing you won." Fred nodded. George looked at Fred, inspecting him. "Either that, or you raped her."

"I would NEVER rape your daughter! Or any other girl for that matter! Why do you always go and assume things like that? Are you going to accuse me of beating Daphne next?" Fred's voice rose.

"I bet you have! Every time you touch her she flinches!" Fred got up angrily.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Fred and George started yelling insults at each other.

"Freddie! Daddy!" Daphne opened the door, screaming. Both men stopped yelling at each other. "Would one of you please explain why you're yelling at each other?" Daphne looked from Fred to George, each bearing a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry." George said looking down.

"Sorry isn't enough. Why were you arguing? What were you so upset about that you had to wake me up?" Daphne sat down angrily. Fred sat down next to her. She glared at him, and he quickly got back up. "Sit with the other guilty person." She pulled her stuffed animal onto her lap, looking like a child with their favorite toy. Fred sat down next to George, trying not to laugh at Daphne. "Why were you fighting?"

"Well, uhm, Fredrick, why don't you answer your wife?" George looked over at Fred.

"Why don't you answer your daughter?" Fred shot back.

"She's your wife."

"She's your daughter."

"Why doesn't somebody answer me?" Daphne sounded more sad then angry. Fred and George looked at each other, grimacing. "Fine." Daphne got up, and walked back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Do you think she's crying?" George got up, pouring himself a drink.

"Why do you think I know that? Didn't you live with her for eighteen years?" Fred took the drink away from George, throwing it into the trashcan.

"Haven't you been married to her for five years?" George asked.

"How's that supposed to compare to eighteen years?"

"Daphne's an adult now. It was much different when she was a teenager."

"Why do you say that? Because you could control whom she dated?" George rolled his eyes. Fred sighed. "Let's not fight. Daphne's already upset with us. Let's not make it worse. Since, apparently, I know the new and improved Daphne, I'd say she is crying, or very close to crying right about now."

"Especially with her mood swings. Have you seen them?"

"Of course I've seen them! I've been there to witness just about every one of them!" George opened his mouth to respond, but shut it after figuring out that the conversation had just ended.

"Why don't we go apologize?" Fred nodded.

"Good idea. She may never forgive me again after this." Fred got up and opened the bedroom door.

"Daphne?" George called.

"Go away."

"Honey, please listen."

"Being married to me doesn't give you an excuse. You go away too. Sleep on the couch."

"We came here to apologize. Fred and I both. We're sorry that we argued and woke you up." Fred walked over to Daphne. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Amazingly enough, she still had the beagle in her arms. "Fred and I have talked, and discovered that we had a lot of things in common." Fred shook his head and mouthed no frantically. Daphne opened her eyes.

"Name one thing you both like."

"Fishing."

"Tennis." Fred and George said at the same time.

"Yeah. I really believe you two." Daphne turned the other way.

"Okay, so we may not have talked about that, but we did talk about not wanting to hurt you. Neither of us wants to hurt you. I hope someday you'll understand that." Fred raised an eyebrow and shot George a look. "Your turn Fred. I have to go talk to Elizabeth about our divorce papers." Fred turned back to Daphne.

"I'm sorry, honey. Mr. Blake and I were just letting off some steam at each other. Nothing big. Will you forgive me?" He sat down next to her.

"What were you to fighting about? Why wouldn't you tell me?" She looked up at him, with a hurt expression on her face.

"We were… kind of fighting about you…" He trailed off, knowing what was coming next.

"Me? Why?" Daphne sat up.

"Well, he asked me if we ever got into an argument."

"And you said…" Daphne trailed off, waiting for the answer.

"I said yes. We fought about having children."

"That brought on the argument? That little sentence brought on the fight?" Daphne asked doubtfully.

"No, he did the whole 'I'm guessing you won. Either that, or you raped her.' Number. It was very annoying." Daphne smiled.

"That's all? So I woke up and yelled at you two because he accused you of raping me?"

"And abusing you."

"I really needed to know that. Thank you Fred."

"Are we okay now?"

"Yes. Now go away and sleep on the couch." Daphne closed her eyes.

"We don't have any couches I want to sleep on."

"Sleep on a spare bed then." She smiled.

"Can't I sleep here with you?"

"Maybe." Fred smiled. He knew that she would eventually cave in.

"Thank you honey." Fred climbed into the bed. Daphne moved over, but Fred pulled her over to him.

"We're never going to get any sleep this way." Daphne snuggled up next to him, sighing contently. Fred kissed her on the cheek.

"No. We're not."