Author's Note:I don't own these characters. I'm just borrowing, so please don't sue! Thanks once again to Leigh Ann for her encouragement and feedback! I know this chapter's short, but it's more of a teaser. I promise later chapters will be longer! Please R&R, but be nice! :)

Niles and Daphne stood outside the door of Martin and Ronee's house with their five-year-old son, David. The little boy was bouncing excitedly. He was usually active, but today there was an extra reason for it: he was about to see his very first professional baseball game, thanks to his grandfather. Martin opened the door. "Hi, guys."

"Thanks for doing this, Martin," Daphne said. "It seems like Niles and I haven't had any time to ourselves lately." She looked over at her husband knowingly. While their son enjoyed a day out with Martin, they were going to have some fun of their own.

"It's my pleasure," Martin replied. "It's been so long since I've been able to take a boy to a baseball game. For a while there, it didn't look like I'd ever get the chance again."

"Now, Dad, you can't blame Frasier and me for having a life-long fear of being hit by a ball," Niles said, rolling his eyes. This was a conversation he and Martin had had numerous times over the years.

"OK, OK, I get the point," Martin said. "You two better get going so we can get ready for the game. Where are you off to, anyway?"

Niles smiled. "Daphne and I are going out on a date. Our country club is having a dance tonight." He did not have to explain the significance of this outing to Martin. His father knew that Niles and Daphne's first society ball had been a turning point in their relationship.

"Ew, are you guys going to kiss and stuff?" David asked, looking up at his parents. Niles and Daphne's only response was to look at each other adoringly.

"I think they may end up doing more than that," Martin said to David. "But don't worry about them. We'll be having way more fun at the game, won't we?"

After kissing and hugging their son good-bye, Niles and Daphne left. As soon as they were gone, David turned to his grandfather and asked, "Why do Mom and Dad always look at each other like that?" The expression on his face said that he did not like the open affection his parents often showed.

Martin thought for a moment before answering. "It's a long story. One that I'll tell you when you're older." Much older, he thought to himself. He couldn't imagine explaining Niles and Daphne's complex relationship to a five-year-old, not even one as precocious as David. Even after so many years, Martin still found it hard to believe that David's existence was an indirect result of the bullet that had ended his career as a police officer. When he had first moved in with Frasier, he could not have imagined the path his life would take.

"Grandpa, are you all right? You've got a funny look on your face." David's words brought Martin back to the present.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Why don't you go tell Ronee you're here?" Martin suggested. Even though Ronee liked David, and knew how much he meant to Martin, she still hadn't quite embraced being a grandmother. Further complicating things was the fact that she used to baby-sit Frasier and Niles when she was a teenager.