Thanks to all who reviewed! Hey, I know it's been a while so here's the new chapter. You'll see that there is a new subplot sort of introduced in this chapter, let me know what you think! It can be changed according to how you guys respond, so please, respond!

APOV

The week flew by and before we knew it, Frasier was flying in. Mom and I went to the airport to pick him up on Friday afternoon. As we walked through the crowds, I struggled to see around all of the people. Eventually I found the sign showing where his flight would be landing.

"Excuse me." I said, pushing past people. "Pardon me."

As I broke through the crowd, I saw him. Suddenly, excitement surged through me. I didn't realize just how much I had missed him until I saw him again. I began to run toward him.

"Dad!" I called. He looked up right as I collided into him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Analeigh," He smiled, returning the embrace. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too." I replied. I finally let go. "How was your flight?"

"It was long but it was worth it." He smiled. "Where's your mother?"

"Uh," I stammered. "I have no idea, actually."

It wasn't too long before we found her, and she was not happy.

"Analeigh, you can't run off like that." She scolded. "This is a crowded place there are a lot of people here."

"Sorry." I told her.

"Lilth, it's nice to see you again." Frasier said.

"Likewise." My mother returned as they exchanged a familiar kiss on the cheek. "If you aren't too tired, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

"Why, that sound wonderful." Frasier smiled.

"And we can go by Cheers , too." I said, excitedly. "Everyone's been dying to see you again since I told them you were coming."

"That sounds like a great idea." He told me as we got in the car.

As Mom drove, Frasier and I spent most of the ride catching up on the few things we hadn't talked about recently and the plans we had arranged for the coming week. Naturally, he was going to take the chance to see Frederick and Krysta. We also planned to have dinner at a new restaurant and he would be able to see me in the school musical. And, of course, there would be the meeting with the lawyers to work out a custody agreement.

We dropped Frasier off at his hotel and he would come ot our house later for dinner.

"You're awfully talkative around him." My mom mentioned.

"He held up most of the conversation." I shrugged.

"You never seem to have that much to say to me." She continued to look forward and I knew where this was going.

"Not all at once." I told her. "You just happen to get a little bit at a time as it's happening. Trust me, I'm not choosing a favorite parent or anything."

"That's not what I said-"

"That's what you were getting at." I interrupted. "Mother, please hear me when I say that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Frasier. You will miss out on nothing. Okay?"

"That's all I ask." She started to smile a bit. "I noticed that you didn't mention Adam to your father. What's going on there, hmm?"

"Nothing." I scoffed.

"I know it's not nothing. Sam told me about that kiss you two shared at the party."

"He kissed me, for one. Two, it really didn't mean anything." I admitted. "I mean, in the moment it was totally magical and everything. But looking back on it I realized that I felt... nothing."

"It doesn't seem like that when I see you two together." She said, her tone objective. "You seem completely enamored with each other."

"I really care about Adam, but I just can't really see myself with him romantically. You know?"

"Are you..." She stumbled a bit, keeping her eyes focused on the road. "...Attracted to boys... in that way?"

"Yes, definitely." I said quickly, dumbfounded that she had even asked such a question. "Of course I do. Why would you ask that?"

"I was just asking, in case that was a possibility."

"It's not." I said quickly.

My mother changed the subject, but all of a sudden I realized that maybe it was a possibility. Maybe it wasn't just Adam, but men in general? It had never crossed my mind before. I had always found guys to be attractive. But, as I thought about it, I realized that my judgement had always stopped at the surface, never delving deeper into the possibility of a relationship. The few times that ever pushed my thoughts that far, that's what they were: pushed, forced thoughts. They never came easily. It seemed that the image of myself being married to a man had always only been there out of I be happier spending my life with a woman?

What was happening to me? With one question from my mother my entire pattern of thinking and what i thought I knew about myself had been flipped on its head. Perhaps I was just over analyzing the whole situation.

We had gotten home and I pushed the thoughts out of my head. There was no need to worry about all of that now. All I needed to think about was dinner with my father and keeping the balance of all of my parents in order. That and nothing else.