The characters used are property of Fran Drescher, Peter Marc Jacobson, High School Sweethearts…. Please don't sue for using them in my story. If my English seems bad, know that I'm just a 15 year old girl from Holland who loves to write and has a life called THE NANNY. Any reactions? Send them to sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com.
by
Sara van Bussel
(sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com)
Maxwell had noticed the change in Fran's behavior. She wasn't her happy self anymore. He wondered what was wrong with her. She had just been dumped by Gene, but somehow he knew that that wasn't it. They had been dating for four months, and he had been a possible husband. She was so sure that he was going to propose, and had introduced him to her family. When he hadn't dumped her then she was sure that it was going to happen this time. Then he invited her to a special dinner. She wore her most beautiful dress. Then he had explained that he had met somebody else. He said he found out that he was gay. Thus he had dumped her. She had felt bad, off course, and started to blame herself. Then she realized that she couldn't change who he was, and should be happy that he found out this soon. Maxwell thought that this was very good. But why was she still depressed, if she had conquered the problem with Gene? He couldn't figure it out.
Fran sat in her room. Sure she had been hurt by Gene dumping her. But she had kinda seen it coming. She had never been in love with him. He was just someone to forget her real problems. Her real problem was Maxwell. Why wouldn't he love her? Wasn't she good enough for him? Or maybe he'd never love her. Maybe he was right and were they just friends. Maybe she was reflecting her own love upon him, to believe he loved her back. Because she loved him. A lot more than she had ever thought possible. She loved him so much that it hurt inside. And she never wished for anything so hard, as that she wished that he loved her back. According to Niles he did love her. But then why wouldn't he admit it? Maybe she would have to face the fact that Maxwell was just like Gene. He would never change. Being English was just who he was. And she would never be able to change that. Enough of these doubts. There was only one thing she could do. She was going to leave. Off course she would miss the kids. Off course she would miss the house and all of its memories. But most of all she would miss Maxwell. The kids she could visit, the house she would get over. But she knew that if she left she could never see Maxwell again. Because every time she saw him she just wanted to run to his arms and hide. Hide from all these problems and doubts. From all the pain and hurt. She started to pack her bags.
Maxwell was still thinking and worrying about Fran when CC entered with her usual 'hello hello'. They started to discuss business, but Maxwell couldn't focus. CC noticed it and made a comment about it.
"Maxwell. I don't know what is bothering you, but you better solve it quick. This show is opening in three weeks, and we still have tons of work to do."
"CC I think you better take the day off. There are some things I need to do."
"Like what?"
"I need to talk to Fran." He hadn't even noticed that he had used her first name.
"Why? Is that trampy nanny more important than our work? Save that for later."
"Don't ever talk that way about the woman I love again." Maxwell and CC were at least to say surprised by his statement. CC left for the kitchen.
Maxwell sat stunned in his chair. He had admitted it. He had always knew she was special to him, and that he might even love her. But it was all so complicated. There was his mother, who hated her, his father and Joan, who adored her, and the kids who loved her. And Sarah. He knew she was gone, but still. He still loved her. Or did he? Maybe he didn't love her anymore. Maybe he loved the memory of her. Maybe he had finally gotten over her death. Maybe Fran had replaced his love for Sarah with love for her. Because he finally knew it for sure. He loved Fran. And he had said it. Now it was time to say it to Fran. But what if she didn't love him back? That was ridiculous. Or was it? He decided that it was best to ask her that question. He went upstairs to Fran's room and knocked on the door.
Fran heard the knock. She wiped the tears away, and straightened her self up before she opened the door. When she saw Maxwell she wanted to shut the door. But she didn't. Instead she softly started to cry again.
Maxwell didn't know what to do. Should he hug her, comfort her? Or should he leave? He decided to do the former and went over to her. When he held her in his arms she cried even more.
Fran couldn't help it. She wanted to leave, but it hurted so much. When she thought about leaving this man. The one who could make her feel like a school girl in love with just one look. The one who put butterflies in her stomach every time he came near. The one who kissed her like she had never kissed before. The father of the best family she was a part of. How could she have ever though about leaving them? She pulled back and looked at him.
"I'm sorry Mr. Sheffield. I just made some stupid mistakes the last couple of weeks."
"Maxwell."
"Hu?"
"I want you to call me Maxwell."
"Ok. But you must call me Fran."
"Back to those mistakes. Tell me about them." Fran was surprised. She had no doubt that he cared, but he had never ever talked about problems. Problems were to be solved on your own.
"Well you know Gene has dumped me because he's gay. I'm over it because I know I could never change who he is. And I realized that you are just the same. If stuffy and English is who you are I can't change that. So I will stop trying to do so."
"But you all ready have."
"Have what?"
"Changed me. From the moment you first walked into our home you've changed me. You made me able to laugh, to cry, to feel love. To feel that I'm loved by others, and that I can love too. Love the kids. But more important, love you. Because I realized that I love you so much."
"You do?"
"I do. I love you Fran, and am not afraid to say it anymore."
"Well I have a confession to make. I love you too."
"Then there's only one thing left to do."
"What?" Maxwell got down on one knee.
"Fran, you are the one person who can make me whole. You can comfort me, and love me with just a look. I don't ever want to loose you. Will you marry me?" He searched in his pocket and got out a beautiful ring.
"Oh, Maxwell off course." Maxwell stood and kissed her. Then he put the ring.
The End
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