So as the weeks went on, Frasier continued to visit his friends at Cheers, but for the most part, he always found his thoughts returning to Lilith. Lilith! What a woman she was. There had been many great scholars throughout history, but he had surmised that even Aristotle would be hard pressed for words to describe Lilith. She was a cold one, all right, with an icy exterior that even mother nature wouldn't be able to chip away at. But when they were alone, just the two of them, well, nothing gave him more pleasure than seeing his beloved so happy.

"Darling? What are you thinking about?" Frasier asked as he nestled beside Lilith, fresh from another round of lovemaking.

"It's nothing."

"Obviously you are distracted, and while I dare hope you are consumed by thoughts of how adequate a lover I am, it is apparent to me that you have something on your mind. Please, Lilith, if we are to enter into any kind of future together, I hope that you trust me enough to share with me your innermost thoughts," Frasier smiled right before kissing her on the forehead.

"I must confess to feeling some apprehension about tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Oh, yes, the doctor's appointment. I understand your fears, but there is no reason to think that it will go other than splendidly."

"I wish I could share your enthusiasm, but I cannot. What if the doctor tells me there is something wrong with the child? What if he is unable, for some unknown reason, to detect a heartbeat? What if our child is...deformed in some way or the other?"

"You have done everything in your power to ensure the well-being of our child, and I love you for that. You take care of yourself. I know that the morning sickness has been unbearable, but trust me when I say, you have nothing to worry about. I will be there, holding your hand, should you so desire."

"You mean you've canceled your lunchtime appointment with the gang of Cheers? How thoughtful," Lilith retorted.

"You know I don't spend as much time there as I did. I only wish to share my joy at discovering you and our child with some of the most important people in my life. Is that a crime?" he responded.

"No. I suppose not. Better now than after the child is born."

"There you go! That's a healthy way of looking at things!"

"Frasier, do you really believe what you've said to me? That our child will be all right?"

"He'll be better than all right. With you as a mother, how can he possibly be less than perfect?"

She squeezed his hand. "I love you, Frasier."

"I love you, too. More than you can possibly imagine."

TBC