A/N: For Melinda with thanks for the encouragement

"Are you coming Frasier? My hormones won't be raging like this for long! If we're going to try for another child, we'd better get started!"

Frasier glanced at his wife and then back at Sam. "It's all so strange." He said emptying the rest of his beer. "A seemingly insignificant creature lives and dies, a marriage is threatened, my child's education is almost destroyed. And yet, somehow, some way... I'm getting some action out of it."

Sam laughed and patted Frasier's shoulder. "Then you'd better get going. Don't want to waste those raging hormones."

With a smile on his face, Frasier climbed off of his bar stool and hurried to catch up with his wife.

"Later Sam!" He called to his friend as he eagerly followed Lillith out of Cheers.

When they reached his BMW, Frasier paused. The weather had definitely turned colder, but he hadn't noticed. All he could think of was the conversation he and Lilith had shared just moments before.

"So, now what?" He asked with a grin.

In response, Lillith smiled mischievously. "Well, we do what any hormonal husband and wife would do. You did suggest having another child did you not?"

"Yes, of course, but now that I think about it, aren't we rushing it a bit?"

She looked at him thoughtfully. "Frankly no. I think it's a long time coming."

"You do?"

"Yes, absolutely. And you were the one who suggested it."

"Right. You mentioned that. But Lillith, having a child for the wrong reason is just... wrong!"

"I agree... especially since Frederick is still so young. But my hormones don't see it that way."

"Lillith-."

She pulled him toward her and kissed him intensely before releasing him sooner than he expected.

"Well Lillith that was certainly..."

"A little preview. There's more where that came from. A lot more."

At her seductive look, he fumbled for his car keys and hurried her into the car. As they drove along Sycamore Street, he could hardly contain his excitement. He squeezed his wife's hand, relishing in her good mood that was almost too good to be true.

He simply couldn't get home fast enough.

The idea that his wife actually wanted to make love to him... Well, it was wonderful. In record time he was pulling into the garage of their expansive New England style home. And from his stance in the driveway he could see their bedroom on the second floor, beckoning to him.

Soon he'd be on his way to a blissful night of passionate lovemaking unlike any he'd experienced in a long time. And suddenly he couldn't wait to get inside and see what she had in store for him. It was certain to be an adventure that he wouldn't soon forget.

"Frasier, which one should I wear? The red one or the black one?"

Frasier stopped in his tracks, his hormones raging faster than before and he was acutely aware of his dry lips.

He glanced at the staircase, wanting so desperately to know what she was doing in the bedroom. Sure he could guess, but what would be the fun in that?

With trembling fingers he loosened his tie and tossed it aside. He'd pick it up later, after he recovered from what surely would be a marathon of lovemaking if there ever was one. Perhaps he should cancel his appointments for the next day-and maybe even the day after.

"Frasier, I'm waiting! I need an answer!" Lillith called from the bedroom.

"Oh, um... Right Darling. Why don't you surprise me? You know how I love surprises!"

"Well, okay but hurry up and get in here! As anxious as I am about this impromptu baby making session, I'm afraid these urges aren't going to last forever!"

He certainly didn't need to be told twice. He bounded up the stairs, nearly tripping in the process as he hopped around trying to pull off his pants. His shirt barely on his chest, he finished unbuttoning the top button and pulled it completely off, tossing it aside. A dash of Lilith's favorite cologne and he was completely ready. Well, almost.

A pair of boxer shorts tossed aside and he pulled on his green robe, tightening the belt around his waist.

"Okay, I'm ready whenever you are, Lillith!"

"Just give me a few minutes, okay? I have to check on Frederick and tell the nanny that it's okay for her to leave. It's probably not a good idea to have her here while we're in here, having our way with each other!"

Frasier chuckled. "You're probably right, Dr. Sternin. And that..." He said, pausing to kiss her as she crossed the room wearing a blue satin robe. "...is why I love you so much."

"I love you too, Frasier. Now it'll only be a few minutes. I just need to get Frederick to sleep."

As he watched his wife walk out of the bedroom he sat for a moment, pondering the events of the day. And that's when it hit him. Despite his incredible manly urges and the risk of angering her yet again, he simply couldn't go through with this. Not until he sought some much needed advice.

"Lillith, Darling, I'm afraid our impromptu lovemaking session will have to be delayed a bit. You see, I just remembered a very important phone call I need to make."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's... well.. it's a confidential matter but one of utmost urgency. You understand, don't you?"

Her deep sigh told him that she didn't. But fortunately she didn't relent. "Just... hurry, will you?"

He smiled and kissed her again. "Of course, Darling."

And as quickly as possible he sprinted to his office and shut the door. His hand shook as he picked up the phone and dialed. It was three hours earlier in Seattle and he hadn't spoken to his little brother in months. But now he needed him more than ever.