Hello lovelies! I'm glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter! Here's another one, from a new POV, Lilith! I love her, hence my username, and I love sweet mother /daughter moments like we had in the last chapter. I've been on a Bebe Neuwirth/ Lilith Sternin tumblr spree. Here's another chapter!

LPOV

I laid on the small, sea foam green couch of the hotel room. Chris was asleep, snoring on the bed. Analeigh was in my arms, fast asleep.I wiped her tear- stained cheeks. I couldn't believe that Frasier said that, that she was a mistake. My heart broke when I opened up the door to see her crying.

I thought back to all of the times when I had wanted to tell Frasier about her. The numerous times that I had visited Seattle; whether for a conference, to drop off Frederick, the time that Frasier and I had worked on a paper together, or when I had asked Frasier for his sperm. Or when he would call and talk to Frederick, when he came over for Thanksgiving. I wonder how things would have played out differently if I had told Frasier about Analeigh from the beginning.

It was a Saturday. Frederick was at a friend's house for the afternoon. I was pacing my bedroom anxiously.

It had been a month since my trip t Seattle to see Frasier in hopes of reconciliation. The only good thing that had come out of that trip was that we had both realized that we didn't belong together. Right when I finally thought that I could just forget about the whole ordeal, I realized that I was late. I was never late. I had only been late one time before in my life and that was when I had become pregnant with Frederick.

I assumed the worst. How could I have let this happen? This wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't ready to be a mom again, I was doing good just raising Frederick right now. I was doing my best raising my son on my own, how was I going to be able to balance raising not only him but an infant as well?

Lilith, pull it together. You don't even know if it's positive yet. You could just be panicking for no reason.

I still had eight more minutes to go before the test would be ready. I continued to pace the floor of my bedroom while I waited. So many thoughts raced through my mind. But, one made me stop.

How was I going to tell Frasier? We had just decided that we weren't good for each other. We had just gotten on with our lives. The divorce was final, he lived across the country. Everything would be thrown into chaos again if we threw a baby into the mix.

I shook the thought out of my mind. I would cross that bridge when I got to it. As of right now, there was no need to worry about that. For all I knew, I was just overreacting for no reason.

I looked at the clock, five more minutes left. I sat on my bed and sighed. I grabbed a sudoku puzzle book to distact myself.

I jumped when the timer went off.

Moment of truth. Whatever happens, everything will be all right. Everything will work out. Everything is going to be all right.

I slowly got up and walked toward the bathroom. I closed my eyes and picked up the pregnancy test. After taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked at the test.

I had never been one to get scared very easily. There were very few things that scared me. I never expected for something so simple to scare the hell out of me: a plus sign. A plus sign on a white stick.

I slowly sank to the ground, still staring at the test.

I was...pregnant. It was true. I was having a baby. There was no question about that. I would never be able to forgive myself if I were to abort the was I going to do?

I reached for my phone and dialed Frasier's number with shaky fingers. My thumb hovered over the talk button. I couldn't tell Frasier. We had just gotten everything sorted out. Life was finally getting back to normal. If he found out that I was pregnant with his child, he would want to help me. It would all be out of guilt, though. He had just started a new life across the country. He seemed so happy, I couldn't take that from him. I refused to take away his happiness again.

So, I guess I'm on my own with this one.

I was taken out of my memory when I felt Analeigh stirring in my arms. I carefully got up from the couch. I grabbed a spare blanket from the linen closet and draped it over her. I kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair.

"Good night, Analeigh." I whispered.

I got back in bed with Chris and went to sleep.

I was woken up by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost eleven. I picked up my phone and saw Frasier's name on the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Lilith, please tell me that Analeigh over there with you."

"She is." I stated simply. "Would you please tell me why my daughter came over here in tears asking me if she was a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" He asked. I told him what Analeigh told me. "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Well, that's how she took it." I said.

"Would you please let me talk to her?"

"Frasier, she's asleep. You can talk to her tomorrow when she picks up the rest of her things."

"Who are you talking to?" Chris asked, groggily.

"It's Frasier." I whispered to him.

"Lilith, please don't take her because of this." Frasier pleaded.

"Frasier, we would have been leaving tomorrow whether this had happened or not." I explained. "Chris is throwing a New Year's party tomorrow and Analeigh needs to get readjusted to Eastern time. Not to mention that Frederick and Krysta are still at the house."

"Oh, right." He muttered.

"We'll be over there around two." I said.

"Okay." He said.

And with that, he hung up.

"What was that about?" Chris asked. "What's Analeigh doing over here?"

I explained to him what had happened.

"I see." He said.

"I wonder if I made a mistake." I said.

"You mean about Analeigh?" He asked with a shocked look on his face.

"No, no, no." I said quickly. "I mean about keeping her from Frasier."

"Lilith," He said, taking me in his arms. "It is what it is. There's no sense in thinking about what could have been."

"I guess you're right." I sighed.