Hello readers! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated, I've been really focused on my Twilight fanfiction. Anyway. Here's another chapter. Multiple POV's just so you know.

Also, can anyone guess to what episode of Frasier I am referring to in the last chapter when Analeigh was conceived? Leave it in a review!

APOV

"No!" I said quickly. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"She doesn't know I'm here." I admitted. "She doesn't even know that I know about you being my father."

"Analeigh, this isn't something that can just be kept a secret. It shouldn't have been a secret in the first place." He said, dialing her number. "This needs to straightened out now."

I pulled my phone out and texted Diane telling her that she should just go back to Boston.

"Hello?" My mother answered. Frasier had the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Lilith it's Frasier."

"I know, I have caller ID." She said smugly.

"Very funny."He said sarcastically. "You wanna hear something else that's funny?"

"What?"

"Guess who is standing here with me right now."

"Who?" She sounded bored.

"Our daughter, Analeigh." He said. I could hear the anger in his voice. "Why didn't you tell me that I had a daughter?"

"Wait, Analeigh is in Seattle with you?" She asked. I could hear the anger in her voice. No hurt, just anger.

At that moment, it had finally registered what I had just done. I was in Seattle with the father I had never met. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I listened to them argue and with each word they said, I felt a pain in my chest. What could have possibly possessed me to think that I could fly across the country and meet my father for the first time and everything work out without my mom finding out? This was all a terrible mistake. I shouldn't have come here. I tried to catch my breath but it only made the pain in my chest worse. I collapsed on the couch.

FPOV

I saw Analeigh collapse on the couch and realized what was happening.

"Lilith, I'm gonna need to call you back." I said quickly.

I ran to Analeigh's side and put my hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay, Analeigh." I said gently. "You're fine, calm down."

I looked into her eyes and she held my gaze for a few seconds until her breathing went back to normal.

"Sorry." She said slowly.

"Do you have panick attacks often?" I asked.

"Only when I'm stressed or scared or I start to worrying about something too much."

"Which one was it that time?"

"The last one."

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"I have dysthymia. That's about it."

"Hm." I said, processing this information. "Well, your mother said that she'd be on the next possible flight here."

"Great." She said, less than thrilled.

"Well, she's not going to be here for about another eight hours or so." I offered. "How about you and me take a little walk?"

"Okay." She said with a small smile. Niles and Daphne, who were at her side, got up and went upstairs while we left.

We went out of the apartment and left the Montana. We walked along the sidewalk.

"So," I started. "What's your full name?"

"Analeigh Danielle Sternin." She said slowly.

"How do you spell that?" I wondered.

"A-n-a-l-e-i-g-h." She spelled.

"Wouldn't that be pronounced 'Ana-lee'?"

"No," She said as if this was one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard. "It's like 'sleigh' but with out the 's'. Analeigh."

"That makes sense."

"I know." She smiled, sounding just like her mother.

We walked for a while, eventually we made it to Nervosa. She got a hot chocolate and we talked some more. After a while, she started to get more comfortable and soon she was the one doing most of the talking. She told me all about her school and her friends, her Speech and Debate team, the monolgue she was memorizing for the next tournament. She went on for about fifteen minutes about how much she loved her debate coach, Mrs. Culver. That amazed me because Fredrick never seemed to be so attached to a talked about how her school was going to be putting on a production of Chicago and that she would be playing the lead of Velma Kelly. She talked about how she loved showtunes and country music. She spent a while talking about her love of sign language and deaf culture and that she wanted to be an ASL interpreter.

I listened intently, taking in all of the information. I couldn't get over the sense of awe that I had when I looked at her. She had her mother's dark, curly hair and pale skin. At least her skin was capable of pigmentation, as shown by the mass of freckles on her cheeks and arms. She must have inherited her build from me, she wasn't as slim as Lilith, but by no means overweight. She did get her height from Lilith, though. She mentioned that she was only 5' 1". One thing that I couldn't get over was that she had my eyes.

The whole time I was listening to her, I couldn't get over this melancholy feeling that I had missed so much, so many milestones in her life. Of course it was all involuntarily.

I still didn't understand why Lilith would keep something like this from me. She managed for fifteen years to keep the existance of my own flesh and blood from me.

Eventually she looked at the clock at the wall and realized that it was almost two.

"I guess we should probably be getting back." I said.

"Yeah." She said as we started to walk out of the cafe. "I really enjoyed this, Frasier."

I don't know why it surprised me that she called me by my first name. It would be too formal to call me . She probably felt that it was too soon to start calling me 'Dad'. I didn't want to make her feel like she had to. I had to remember that I was still a stranger to her. And that killed me the most.

Aww! Next chapter you'll get to hear Lilith's side of the story! Dun dun duuunnn!