(Later that night at The Montana)

"Are you warm enough?" Niles asked as Daphne snuggled against him, wrapped in a blanket on the fainting couch.

"Mmmm. This is wonderful." Daphne sighed.

He kissed her nose. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you when you were at the spa?"

"I missed you too. And my therapist said-."

Niles put his finger to her lips.

"Can we... talk about something else?"

Slightly hurt, Daphne sighed. "But Niles, don't you want to know what went on at the spa? After all you and your brother went to a lot of trouble to-."

"I don't want to talk about anything actually."

Daphne grinned and pulled him closer. "Oh... Well then what should we do, Dr. Crane?"

"Hmm... I'll be right back." He said, carefully rising from the fainting couch.

Quickly, he retreated into the kitchen, returning minutes later with a small platter of strawberries dusted with powdered sugar and a bottle of champagne with two champagne flutes.

"Sweets for my sweet." He said, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"Thank you, Darling."

At her disappointed look, Niles frowned. "Is something wrong? I thought it would be romantic."

Daphne smiled and touched his cheek. "It's very romantic, Niles. Except that I shouldn't' be havin' sugar right now, and this champagne is just full of calories."

Niles sighed. "You're absolutely right. What was I thinking? I'll be right back, my love."

He hurried back into the kitchen, returning to the living room only a few minutes later.

"Daphne my love perhaps this will be more to your liking." He said, setting a tray of fresh fruit on the coffee table.

When she didn't reply, he sat down next to her and stroked her hair until he realized that she was sleeping.

"You're an angel." He said, kissing her cheek. He covered them both with the blanket and returned his gaze to the television.

On the screen was a civilian standing on the playing surface of Key Arena at the Sonics game, trying his hand at making a touchdown.

Thrust in the spotlight; probably against his will, the poor guy looked terrified as he attempted to throw the ball and missed, wincing at the groans from the crowd.

"Oh...Tough break!" The announcer was saying. "But for your trouble, Mr. Ware we're giving you Season tickets as well as floor seats."

From the look on Mr. Ware's face, he seemed happier with the floor seats than with the new car he'd lost.

Niles smiled remembering how his dad would drone on and on about wanting to sit on the floor with all the celebrities.

Although he couldn't figure out why floor seats were so special. Who wants to risk getting hit in the face with a football?

But perhaps he should go the extravagant route and buy season tickets for the whole family. He had to admit the seats had amazing views.

When Daphne sighed, he turned and kissed her cheek, covering her with the blanket once more.

As he leaned against her, he could feel his beating heart along with hers and he sighed, watching her sleep.

Floor seats at a baseball game might have wonderful views...

But the view was much better here.

THE END