Daphne was soon taken out of her recolection state as she heard a noise behind her, footsteps of some sort. Wondering who was still up at nearly a quarter after three in the morning she turned about from her stance and looked into her room.

"Kitten?" A deep, soothing, and ultimately comforting voice sounded from within.

"Freddie?" She questioned with hope; no matter how upset she may have been with him or how much hurt she felt that she had received by the night, she knew, no matter the pain it caused her, she would be unable to stop the love she held for him.

"Alright, if someone other than myself calls you 'Kitten' we need to have a long talk," he stated as he walked out onto the balcony. Then, placing her in the photograph position as before he sheepishly added, "And I also hope no one would ever come into your room so late at night...well, other than me."

She chuckled and with her head against his chest, the tip of it barely reaching his chin, she looked up at him, to see that he was the one looking first. "It's morning now, silly." After a pause she whispered "Wait a minute, how did you get past the security?" slightly having forgotten that she was wearing only her nightgown until the chill hit her with more force than before and she began to shiver, also adding a chatter to her teeth which was not at all what she expected.

Fred watched with a sympathetic gaze entering his own eyes and took off his coat. It was far too big for the young woman to fit in, but she, in silent secrets to Velma, would latter gush that she preferred it that way.

"Thanks," she whispered.

He then commented, "You know, the password should be a bit tougher than the date of your birth."

Suddenly, she turned on him, remembering the night's events with sorrow and a heart of steel, "Well, I'm glad you remember it." Her voice was cold, breakable as a thin piece of ice, seemingly shattering as if dropped.

"Of course I would, Kitten," silence followed as Fred attempted to figure why she spoke as she had. "Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked, aware that she must be upset with him for the 'truth' which he had stated earlier in the room.

She then softened, looking into his eyes would make any girl do that, but for her, it was for another reason, true love, not a silly school girl crush, and in that moment she knew it. "It's silly really, nothing that really matt-" Her voice trailed off as she looked into his eyes, deep within, searching for an answer of some sort. She disappeared into a question of, "What are you doing here, and what's in your pocket?" She had noted the feeling of his hand within his pocket as he was searching for something rather important.

He placed his index finger gently over her lips, "All in good time, Kitten, I promise to answer you in a moment, but will you tell me something first?" Daphne let out a sigh and then felt herself being swooped off the ground, literally, as Fred took her bridal style within his arms.

"Freddie! What are you doing, put me down!" These had been Daphne's words in a shouted whisper, wishing not to wake anyone up.

"I might, though you're clinging awfully tight to me, do you really want me to let you go?" His cocky and arrogant tone was all in fun and Daphne was able to tell by the way he held his head high instead of looking into her eye as she so often caught him doing. Not only did Daphne catch the sense of playful mischief within his voice, but also the tone which held such love and comfort, everything she always longed to hear when he spoke to her. "Daphne Blake," he whispered in her ear, the sound of his voice even making her feel warm, as he continued to hold her she felt less upset with him and only more in love.

"Yes, Freddie?" she questioned looking up at him. He moved her slightly so that she stayed within the same position, yet was only supported by one hand as he dangled a delicate pendant of a silver heart attached to a matching chain. She inspected it closely, smiling all the while, as she read it's inscription upon the back, 'To My Kitten...with my whole heart devoted I say, 'I love you.''

A kiss was then given from one to the other and Fred questioned, "Now do you see why I was unable to say that I merely liked you?"

"Well of course, silly." Daphne was never one to hold a grudge for too long, especially when it came to her Fred. She thought about those words for a moment, 'Her Fred.' The time had finally come and now she could say with her whole heart that they loved one another and both knew it. Even though she did not have difficulties with grudges, she added with a playful hit to his bicep, "But you can't ever do that to me again!"

Fred's smile, if possible grew more warm, caring, and charming as he looked within her eyes, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face. "And why is that, Kitten?" he questioned, knowing the answer which was soon to follow it.

"Because I love you too," she blushed and looked momentarily away from him until his hand brought her face to his own and kissed her lips with a gentle touch.

Eventually, Daphne was soon soundly asleep, her head pressed lightly against his chest, as he spoke with her upon the balcony that morning before the sunrise. Later that morning, around eight thirty, Daphne awoke lying in her bed. As her eyes fluttered open while she wondered to herself if it had been nothing more than a dream. If in fact it had been, she knew that no other dream could surpass it; yet, should it have not been a dream-

It was then that she felt it around her, the over-sized, black, formal wear tuxedo jacket which Fred had draped around her shoulders and her arms eventually made their ways into the sleeves. Fred had obviously placed her there, most likely not long after she fell asleep within his arms. She snuggled deep within it, gripping the extra fabric within her hands, never wishing that she would have to take it off.

As she did so, she had turned slightly and the strain of hair she always found to be the most annoying, while Fred had admitted to her last night that he found it to be beautiful, had once again fallen into her eyes. She placed it behind her ear with one swift movement and as her hand made it's way down it touched something cold upon her neck. The necklace, Freddie had latched it upon her neck not long after giving it to her, and she was glad to know that it was formal enough to wear to a ball, yet simple enough to wear with any of her outfits, she never had to take it off. As she thought about that to herself she knew, she never would. The next thing she noticed was her personal phone line, the telephone resting upon it was ringing, she had no need to wonder who it was as she picked it up and placed it to her ear. The first words spoken by the male upon the other end was none other than, "Good morning, Kitten."