Six Weeks Later…

Roz did not know what to do. She was beyond nervous. She had to talk to Frasier, and she had to do it immediately, but she could not bring herself to do it yet. How would she begin that conversation? 'Hey, Frasier, guess what. We're having a kid.'?

She groaned. She had known there was a possibility of this. She knew that the two of them had not used protection that night, but as soon as she got home, she tried everything she could think to use. It was not enough. It was not enough with Rick when Alice was conceived. It was not enough now.

She quickly rushed down the hallway towards her booth of the studio in efforts that she would beat Frasier. She thought that he would be playing squash with Niles that day. She had heard something about the two of them doing that this week. She hoped it was this day. The two of them could talk about a lot of things. They had not played squash since Niles and Daphne eloped. She sighed as she rushed into her booth and quickly sat down.

She did not even want to look in a mirror. She knew how awful she must look, and she did not know if she could blame it all on the heat. She looked down at her outfit again. A purple KACL t-shirt and some black sweatpants. Ok, she realized. Could have gone for something a little more work-ish, but it is Friday after all. Perhaps Frasier will cut me some slack. Actually, he shouldn't care, and neither should Kenny.

Roz let out a small breath of relief before opening her purse. She pulled out a small bag of something or another that she had gotten at the vending machine. She frowned. Chocolate-covered raisins. "When have I ever liked these?" she groaned before opening the bag and popping a few in her mouth. She began sucking the chocolate off and searching for a cup in which to spit the raisins.

"Sorry I'm late," Frasier said as he rushed into Roz's booth. He did not stop to look at her before rushing into his own part of the studio and sitting down.

"Sorry that I'm late, too," Roz muttered. She knew she had to tell him. He was bound to find out later that day anyway, and he would probably be hurt if he did not hear it from her mouth. "Um, five seconds," she called weakly after she spit the raisins out into the cup.

Frasier smiled in her direction, but still did not look at her. He then began his show. "Roz, who is our first caller?" Frasier asked as he finally looked at her. He noticed her hair. Sweat was forming around her forehead. Her outfit was not much better. Frasier knew her too well to know that she had not just been at the gym. Something was wrong. "We, um, seem to be having technical difficulties with Roz's microphone," he covered for her. He pushed one of the buttons. "Ok, you're on the air."

"This is Wendy from Seattle," the caller began.

"Hello, Wendy," Frasier said as he reached for a piece of paper from his briefcase. "I'm listening," he added as he grabbed a pen. He then began scribbling a message to Roz. He held it up for her to see while Wendy rambled on about something.

"I see," Frasier said. He was not really listening. "Why do you think that is?" he asked as he waited for Roz's reply. She was doing some sort of gesture with her finger. Frasier frowned before realizing that his note to her was upside down. He rolled his eyes and fixed it.

Roz looked over at Frasier's message to her. It was asking if she would like to talk about this over dinner. She quickly shook her head no. Frasier nodded and went back to writing another message.

"Wendy, what do you think you should do?" Frasier asked a second after Wendy had stopped babbling. Once she started again, Frasier started writing. He held his note up to Roz. This one asked if she would like to play "The Best of Crane" on the radio, so the two of them could have a long talk about whatever was bothering her. Roz pondered it for a moment before nodding yes.

"Very good, Wendy," Frasier announced. "That's what you should do. Have a nice day," he said before quickly disconnecting her. He sighed heavily before continuing. "Something's come up in the booth, and I cannot be with you for the rest of the day, but not to worry. 'The Best of Crane' will be there with you," he assured his listeners. "This is Dr. Frasier Crane wishing you good mental health," he said before going off air.

He quickly rushed over to Roz's booth and placed a gentle hand on his producer's shoulders. "Roz, sweetie, what is it?" he asked as he knelt down in front of her chair. "What's the matter?"

"Um, well, it's kind of hard to explain," Roz began. "I don't know how it happened. I was really careful," she began. She drew in a deep breath, but it was no use. She could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. ­Damn mood swings, she thought. Why is this so hard to do? I've told him I was pregnant before. I'll just leave out the part where he's the father…

"Careful," Frasier repeated in confusion. He then took another look at Roz's appearance. As he recalled, it was similar to the way she looked when she first thought she was pregnant with Alice. "Oh god, Roz," he said as he pulled her into his arms. "Shh, I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

"That's not all," Roz began as she dabbed at her eyes. "I know who the father is."

"Oh, sweetie, it's Rodger, isn't it?" Frasier asked as he carefully transferred Roz out of her chair and down to the floor with him. He pulled her into his lap and allowed her head to rest against his chest. He began rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm sorry I don't know what else to tell you that will make you feel any better."

"No, it's not Rodger," Roz interrupted. Damn it- he has to know. He's being too sweet. "Do you remember what happened with us about six weeks ago? We promised never to mention it again, but damn it, there are consequences!" she managed to say before she stared crying harder.

"Oh," Frasier began in shock. "Oh," he repeated a moment later as the truth sunk finally hit him. Roz was pregnant with his child. He pulled her closer and held her tightly. He did not know what else to do. She obviously had a lot on her mind as did he. He did not know how much she wanted him to be involved, but he would be there for whatever she wanted. He did not care if it was four in the morning, and she only wanted pickles. He would be there. "Roz, you know I'll do anything for you, right?" he asked a moment later. Her tears had lessoned.

Roz nodded. "I know, Frasier, but you don't have to. I don't need a husband or anything. I mean, I'm content with being a single mother of two," she began. "Oh god," she said as she moved her head back against Frasier's chest.

Kenny Daley opened the door to the office. "What's going on here?" he asked before looking down at his two employees on the floor, one of which was clearly crying. "Ok, seriously, what's going on here?" he asked.

"Just some family things," Frasier answered simply as he kept rubbing Roz's back gently.