"I'm sorry." I mumbled to a couple I have accidentally bumped into while wandering through the corridors of Boston General Hospital where I work as a researcher. The couple are aged in their late 30's only a couple of years younger than me and are the picture of domestic bliss, they have a child aged around 2 and the woman like me is pregnant although much further along than I.

"Are you OK?" the man asked me quietly. "I'm fine" I whispered fighting back tears, I quickly walk a few feet away and the turn around and watch the couple walk down the corridor, tears streaming down my face.

I left work early, not long after my little breakdown and have been driving around the streets of Boston ever since in an attempt to gather my thoughts. My ex-husband Frasier Crane does this all the time, when ever he is worried or upset he will get in his car and just drive around, a notion which I had previously dismissed as obsessive-compulsive it actually seems to be helping me to think things through clearly.

I know I am going to keep the baby, my problem is weather to tell the father or not. This is complicated, I know without a doubt who the father is but telling him could destroy my relationship or what is currently left of it with Frasier. The father is Niles Crane, Frasier's younger brother. The last few months have been very difficult, first my husband Brian left me for a man, then after this happened I went to Seattle seeking the comfort of my ex-husband but ended up in bed with Niles, how this happened I can't quite remember as I was very drunk at the time, the following morning Frasier came by and found out that we had slept together. As a result my relationship is anything less than perfect and I don't want to damage it any further for the sake of our son Frederick.

On the other hand Niles has the right to know about this.

I think I would want to know if I were Niles and therefore I will tell him.