Okay, this chapter is a little shorter but I'm making up for it by posting this one along with the chapter everyone's been waiting for: She goes to San Francisco to meet Frasier! Enjoy!

The car ride home was silent. The radio was turned off and no one was brave enough to say anything. I knew why I didn't want the book published, but I didn't know why my mom didn't want it published.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized it. If she published the book, there was a chance Frasier would see it and find out what she had worked so hard to keep from him.

When Chris pulled up to the house, Frederick and Krista were already home. I got out of the car and went inside, but my mom stayed in the car with Chris.

I looked out the window from the living room. I could see inside the car from where I was. They were talking. Not yelling or arguing, but just talking. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but after a minute or two, they kissed each other goodnight and she got out of the car.

I got away from the window and headed up to my room. I kicked off my shoes and got out my pajamas. I heard my mother come up the stairs and head to her room across the hall from mine. I went to her room and leaned on the door frame.

"Is everything alright?" I asked. She sat on her bed and faced me.

"Everything's alright." She said with a small smile.

I walked over to the bed and sat with her. She put her arms around me and kissed the top of my head. Every time I started to get mad at her, I just couldn't. I was so mad at her earlier for no telling me the truth. But it's moments like this when I remember that she's my mom and I love her. But I still want to know the truth.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes?" She said, pulling away slightly to look at me.

"Why won't you tell me about my father?"

"Analeigh, we've been over this-"

"No, we haven't, Mom." I said. "Every time I bring it up, you blow it off."

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"You've told me that since I was five." I said. " I'm not five anymore, Mom."

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't understand." She sighed. "It's a very complicated situation."

"Fine." I give up for now. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you, too."

A few days later, it was Christmas. Not that we celebrated it, but I did send a text to all of my Gentile friends wishing them a Merry Christmas.

Around noon, Mom went out with Chris for the day while I stayed home with Frederick and Krysta. I was in my room watching TV when the house phone rang. I looked at the caller ID: Crane, Frasier.

The phone stopped ringing after two rings, so I guessed that Frederick had picked up.

Suddenly I realized the reality of what was happening; my father was on the other end of the line. It seemed surreal, though. Yeah, I had seen pictures and a video of him, but it was like seeing a celebrity in a magazine and TV all your life and then actually meeting them; that feeling of "He really is a real person."

I picked up the phone and held my breath as I listened in.

"Hey Freddy!" Frasier's happy voice greeted. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too, Dad." Fredrick said.

"How's everything over there? How's your mom and everyone at Cheers?"

"Everything's great." Frederick said, trying not to sound nervous. He was probably debating whether or not to tell him about me. "Mom's out with Chris right now. How's everything with you?"

"It's been pretty good lately. I'm visiting with Niles, Daphne, Grandpa, and Ronee for the holidays. They all say 'Hi'."

"Maybe Krysta and I can join you guys next year." Frederick laughed.

"That'd be great!" Frasier said. "Or we could all come visit you and your mother in Boston if you want."

"We'll see." He sounded slightly nervous again.

"Well, I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas since I couldn't see you this year." Frasier said, almost sad. "I love you, son."

"I love you too, Dad." Frederick said. "Tell everyone I said Merry Christmas."

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

With that they hung up, and I did the same putting the phone away.

He sounded older than he did in the video Diane showed me, but he sounded so happy talking with Frederick. I wondered if he'd sound that happy talking to me.