Later that night, Niles sat in the rocking chair near David's crib, holding his son. "I know you're used to your mommy putting you bed, but I thought I'd give her a break tonight. I wanted to have a chance to talk with you for a while. I know you're not much of a conversationalist yet, but I don't mind." Niles sighed as he sat there, gazing at his precious son. Already he could see that David had inherited some of Daphne's looks. The most obvious trait was the soft hairs on the top of his head. They were unmistakably brown. Niles didn't mind if the baby wasn't the spitting image of him. What mattered was that David was theirs, and they both loved him more than they thought possible.
"I know you must be tired now," Niles said as he continuted to rock David back and forth. "So I won't keep you up too long. It's just that I'm a little bit nervous about being on the radio tomorrow. I wish your Uncle Frasier were here. He's always been there to give me advice whenever I needed it. Oh, I know I can call him, but he and Charlotte have their own lives in Chicago now. It's been six months since he left Seattle. And even though I have you and your mommy, I still miss him every single day. I hope someday, you get to be a big brother. I know you'll be a good one, just like your Uncle Frasier was to me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even be with your mommy now. And I wouldn't have you." Niles leaned down to kiss David's forehead, taking in the scent of baby powder.
Niles thought about the string of events that had led to him and Daphne finally becoming a couple. It was a story he and Daphne would never forget. It was hard to imagine where either of them would be now, if things had gone differently. But none of that mattered now. He and Daphne were together, and they always would be. Niles looked down and saw David yawning. "Well, I guess that means our chat is finished now. Thanks for listening," he said with a smile. "I can tell you're taking after your uncle a bit, too." Carefully, he got up from the chair, doing his best not to wake his sleeping son. He then laid the baby down in his crib, making sure he was covered with a blanket. "I'll always be grateful to Frasier," Niles said aloud.
"So will I." Niles turned, startled a bit by the sudden noise. Daphne stood in the doorway, wearing a sheer nightgown. With a smile, Daphne wordlessly held out her hand. Niles grinned in response, taking her hand. Without either of them ever speaking a word as they walked to their room, they both knew it would be a while before they went to sleep.