y guys! really happy with all the feedback I've been getting. (Crazy Writter, you were right!) in response to the question I asked, Analeigh was conceived in the episode of Frasier entitled "The Show Where Lilith Comes Back". That's one of my favorites, mainly because I idolize Bebe Neuwirth. Speaking of favorites, we all know that Frasier had quite a few relationships throughout his eleven years in Seattle. The girl he went after in Goodnight, Seattle, her name was Charlotte, am I right? Well, in this chapter we address the fate of that relationship. I hope you guys remember Claire from way back when!

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I woke up the next morning, surprised to feel a sock monkey in my arms.

"Your mom stopped by last night." Frasier said. "She left that for you."

"So I see." I said.

"I made reservations at a restaurant for tonight." He said. "Your mom and Chris are going to meet us there so we can work some things out."

"Oh, okay." I said. "I didn't pack any nice clothes, though."

"Well, how about this," he said after thinking for a moment. "I could give you my debit card and you could call your mom or go out with Daphne and get something."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just don't understand how you are so trusting with me. I mean, I've known my mom my whole life and she would never trust me with her debit card."

"Your mom and I are very different people."

"No kidding."

I ended up choosing Daphne, for numerous reasons. Daphne knew the city, so she would probably know where all of the best shops were. I also really liked her. She was one of those people that I just really wanted to get to know better. Also, my mom and I had clashing senses of style.

"What kind of things do you like to wear?"Daphne asked as we perused the racks of a small boutique.

"I don't like pastels. Pink and yellow are my least favorite colors." I said. "I really like black. Flashy, edgy kinda clothes."

"I see."

It didn't take long to find something. A sleek, simple black cocktail dress with some rhinestone accents. We were done shopping shortly after noon.

We ate lunch at a diner downtown. They still had tinsel garland on the ceiling and miniature Christmas trees on the counter top.

"Daphne?" I heard someone say. "Is that you?"

"Claire!" Daphne smiled and waved her over. "My God, it's been forever since I've seen you! How are you?"

"I'm doing great. And yourself?"

"Couldn't be better." She said. "Oh, and this is Analeigh, Frasier's daughter."

"Hi." I said shyly.

"Wow, his daughter?" She said. "I didn't know he had a daughter."

"Yeah, neither did he." I laughed.

"How is Frasier?" Claire asked.

"He's been doing okay. He got a job in San Francisco. He was dating a woman for a while before he left Seattle. He went and followed her to Chicago. Things just didn't work out. So, he took the job in California. He just hasn't had much luck in dating."

"Poor guy, I don't know why."

"Niles has tried helping him but he's so particular."

"Yeah, well hey, I've gotta run." She said. "We should get together sometime. Here's my number. Call me anytime, okay?"

"Okay, I will." Daphne smiled. "Bye, Claire."

"Bye, Daphne."

"How do you know her?" I asked. "If you don't mind telling me."

"Not at all." She said. "She's one of your father's ex girlfriends from way back."

"It sounds like he's got a lot of those."

"He does." She laughed.

We left the diner and headed back to the apartment.

Frasier told me that the reservations were at seven. That meant that we'd be leaving around six thirty to make it through traffic. Meaning I would start getting ready around five thirty.

David and I played Guitar Hero for a few hours until I had to get ready.

I went to the upstairs bathroom and got to work. I put my earbuds in and started doing my makeup.

I jumped a little when I heard a knock on the door.

"Analeigh," Frasier called. "Are you almost ready?"

"Uh," I said as I opened the door. "Yeah, I just need to put on some shoes. Daphne said she had a pair I could borrow."

"Wow," He said. "You look great."

"Thanks." I said awkwardly.

I slipped past him to go find Daphne. I walked down the hall and peaked into the master bedroom.

"Hey, come on in." She smiled. I did so and followed her into the walk in closet. "Flats or heels?"

"Heels, definitely." I said quickly.

"How high?"

"I've gone as high as five inches."

She looked through a few boxes and then smiled.

"I love these." She said as she handed them to me.

Satin peep toe pump stilettos. They had to be at least four and a half inches. They were perfect!

"I do, too." I said finally. I tried them on and luckily they fit.

"I'm glad you like them."

I put the other shoe on and walked around a little bit.

"I'm really glad I met you." I admitted.

"I am too." She smiled.

"Analeigh," Frasier called from downstairs. "We're gonna be late."

"Coming!" I replied. I turned back to Daphne and hugged her. "Bye."

"Goodbye, love." She said.

I went downstairs and Frasier and I went outside to the waiting cab.

When we got to the restaurant, I was nervous to see wat kind of mood my mom would be in. I could see her and Chris waiting inside. We walked inside.

"Hey there. My, don't you look nice?" My mother complimented. She smiled and pulled me into a hug. I gave Chris a confused look over my mom's shoulder.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked.

"I was." She said. "But, I thought about it and I could understand why you did it."

"Your table is ready Dr. Crane." the host said. He led us through the restaurant into an area that wasn't very crowded.

"So," Frasier said. "How was your shopping spree with Daphne?"

"It was great." I said. I figured Daphne would tell him about Claire later.

The waiter took our drink orders and then Mom got right down to business.

"I'm assuming that you're going to want visitation rights, am I correct?" She said, taking a sip of her wine.

"Of course." Frasier scoffed.

"Well," She said. "I don't see anything wrong with you coming to Boston and seeing her on her birthday. I want her home for Thanksgiving. And then I guess a few weeks over the summer. In Boston, of course."

"Lilith, I hardly think that's fair." Frasier rebuttled. "I mean, Frederick flew to Seattle and San Francisco on his own for most of his life."

"Well, that's different."

"How?" Frasier and I asked simultaneously.

Chris and I had been quiet up till now.

"I think it would be best if we worked all of that out later, with our lawyers present." Frasier said.

"Oh God." I groaned. "For real, Mom, Frasier, it shouldn't be this hard."

"How do propose this be handled?" Chris asked genuinely.

"Maybe about three weeks of my summer vacation spent with Frasier in California. Then, another week with Frasier, but in Seattle so I can see everyone here. Then the rest of the summer with my mom." I offered. "I think that it would only be fair to spend every other Thanksgiving with Frasier. Naturally, I'd spend Hannukah with Mom and then I spend Christmas with Frasier."

"But, you don't celebrate Christmas." My mom pointed out.

"Because I've never had reason to." I returned. "Then, I'd like to spend Spring Break with mom. Anytime in between that Frasier can come to Boston I'd like to be able to see him then also."

"That sounds reasonable." Chris agreed. "Lilith?"

"I guess so." She sighed.

"I think that's a great idea." Frasier said.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked.

"Yes." Frasier said. "I'd like to take the liberty of ordering for everyone if that's all right."

"Absolutely." The waiter said. I disagreed.

"We'll all have the filet mignon with the soup of the day."

"Wonderful choice, sir-"

"Yeah, actually," I interruppted before he could walk away. "Scratch that. They can have that, I want the grilled tilapia with rice pilaf and a caesar salad on the side. Thank you so much."

He wrote it down and I saw that both of my parents had shocked looks on their faces. Chris was stifling a laugh.

I got up and went to the restrooms. I could hear my mom behind me. I opened the door and leaned against the counter, no one was in there. My mom joined me a few seconds later.

"What was that?" She asked.

"I had red meat for lunch and it doesn't sit well with me."

"Is that all?"

"It also made me mad that he ordered for me." I admitted. "I've ordered my own food since I was seven."

"It's what he does."

"I think it's sign of control."

"Sometimes it's way too obvious that you were raised by a psychiatrist."