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Maxwell Sheffield sat at his desk, hands folded and resting against his chin, thinking about his latest surprise for his wife. The thought of the look on her face, and her reaction made him feel warm and bubbly inside. They had been married for almost two months now, but he felt like he was still on his honeymoon. His thoughts were disrupted by a quick knock on the door, and the sound of heels against the floor.
"Hi honey!" Fran chirped, wearing her usual short skirt and tight top. Max still couldn't believe how he had denied loving her for so long. Since the engagement, he had been the happiest man in the world - of course, they had their ups and downs. Fran's longing for a child of her own, the pre-nuptial agreement, Fran's fling with Nigel, which side of the bed they were to sleep on, and Fran's doubts in the end had almost prevented the wedding from taking place. She had been worried that Max would find their differences boring after a while, but Maxwell was honestly convinced that they loved each other enough to get them through any difficulties they would encounter. He didn't care about being embarrassed by her - he found other people's reactions to his wife quite amusing! And most of all, he found her extremely attractive - even if she put on a few pounds, she'd still have those beautiful dark eyes, and long locks of hair that he loved so much.
"Darling!" Max exclaimed, eager to reveal his surprise, "I have a wonderful idea!"
"Oh, really? It must be some idea, it's got you pretty excited. Should I be worried?"
"Worried? With me?" Max questioned, sarcastically.
"Always." Fran replied, a smile wiped across her face as she plonked herself in her husband's lap. "So tell me, what's your brilliant idea?"
"Well, I know you've been really busy with the kids lately, and you haven't had much time to yourself, let alone with me, so I was thinking of hiring a nanny for the children." Max replied excitedly.
"Oh honey! That's so sweet, but I'm the children's mother now, it's my job to look after them, besides, I enjoy it."
"There's another reason, isn't there?"
"Yep." Fran said, still smiling. "You're married to your children's ex-nanny, and you want to know why your wife doesn't want to get a new one. You'd have to be pretty thick."
"Fran! How could you even think about it!" Max exclaimed.
"Well, it happened to me, didn't it? I'm just living proof that it's possible." Fran replied, matter-of-factly.
"Darling, if it bothers you that much, you can choose the nanny." Max tried to compromise.
"Fine. How about a male nanny?"
Max let out a snort, then replied "You've got to be kidding! Trust you with a male nanny! Never!"
"Well then I guess there'll be no nanny then."
"FINE!" Max yelled.
Niles entered Maxwell's office later on, curious to find out what the
fight was about.
"Sir, is there anything I can get you?"
"A less stubborn wife!" Max cried, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair.
C.C entered, having heard the beginning of the conversation. "Nanny Fine giving you trouble? Don't worry Maxwell, I can have a divorce lawyer in here in less than half an hour. Just say the wor…"
"Thank you C.C, but that won't be necessary. Niles, where's Fran? I think I should go and talk to her."
"In your room, sir. She's cleaning out her wardrobe."
"Oh God! Can you imagine the mess?" Max questioned, jokingly.
Max entered his room, searching for his wife. He saw piles of clothes being thrown out of the closet, and one piece caught his eye. A black lace negligee that he hadn't seen before - he would have remembered it if he had.
"Hello, darling." Max called.
"Hi honey, did you want me for something?" Fran asked.
"Oh yes!" Max said under his breath, holding the negligee, then "I wanted to talk to you about this nanny thing."
"Oh honey, do we have to do that now? I'm trying to throw out some stuff that I don't need."
"I hope the piles of stuff out here aren't the things you're throwing out!" Max cried, looking down at the black negligee still in his hands.
"Yeah, why?" Fran asked.
"Well, I hope you won't be throwing this out." Max said, a sparkle in his eye.
"That old thing? It brings back bad memories." Fran replied.
"Really?" Max questioned, becoming curious.
"Yeah, I bought it for a date with this really hot guy, but the date ended up being a disaster."
"Really? Did the guy turn out to be a loser?" Max was extremely curious now.
"Naah, not really. Well, I suppose-no, I wouldn't call him a loser, after all, I ended up marrying him."
"Miss Fine?" Max questioned.
"Honey, it's Mrs. Sheffield now-unless you want to play that game, where I'm the nanny, and you're the boss-remember?"
Max blushed at this memory, but wanted to know more about this date.
"So what happened on the date?" Max asked.
"I stuffed up one of his latest business deals."
"Oh really! Ha! So you don't just do it to me!"
"Think again-the Elton John date-remember?"
"You were wearing THIS underneath??"
"No, I wasn't wearing anything underneath, but I was going to change into this." Fran replied cheekily.
"So why are you throwing it out?" Max asked.
"I have no use for it now."
"I can think of a few-." Max suggested, grabbing her by the waist and looking over to the bed.
"I though we were discussing the nanny situation." Fran tried to change the subject, knowing that she had a better chance of winning the argument when Max was holding on to a piece of clothing that he wanted her to model.
"Ah, yes, the nanny situation. Well, I see no harm in you hiring a male nanny. Okay?"
"OOOKAY!!" Fran yelled.
"Now will you model this for me?" Max pleaded.
"You betcha!"
Fran emerged from the bathroom wearing the black negligee. She could
see from the look on her husband's face that this little item would come
in handy in the future when he needed to be convinced about something.
A few days later, Fran told Max that she had found the perfect nanny for the kids. He was to come to the house that morning to meet Max, as Fran had already met him.
When the doorbell rang, Fran raced to get it, but Max got there first. When he opened it, he saw a tall, young, handsome looking man.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Mefter. I'm Maxwell Sheffield. Pleased to meet you."
"Hello, Mr. Sheffield, pleased to meet you too. Your wife has told me a lot about your children and yourself. Is she here?"
"Yes, she should be somewhere around here. Ah, there she is. Hello darling!" He grabbed her round the waist, as the twinge of jealousy he felt made him over affectionate towards his wife.
"Max, sweetie. Hi Paul! How are you today?"
"Fine, thanks Fran. Are the children here?"
Max winced at the way they were so friendly together. He pulled Fran aside.
"You're on a first name basis with the nanny already? You were my nanny for five years before we were on a first name basis, and that was only when we were alone!" whispered Max.
"Honey, it's quite normal for people to use their first names. I know you British people find it uncomfortable, but the rest of us don't." Fran replied.
"Fran, I have a funny feeling about this guy." Max said.
"You're just paranoid, honey. Don't worry about it."
Weeks past by, and Fran and Paul grew closer and closer. They went on picnics together with the children, had ice cream, went to the movies, all while Max was in his office, doing anything but work. Yes, he was jealous, but mostly, he was concerned. This guy had practically come in and taken over his family. Every time he mentioned the subject to Fran, she cut him off, not wanting to hear his negative comments. The kids loved Paul, and that was what worried Max. He had nightmares about how Fran and Paul would decide to get married, and take the children with them. They would be a happy little family, and he'd be all alone. He didn't approach Fran about the subject, knowing that it would only upset her.
Max watched the way Paul looked at Fran - the looks were much more than "friendship" looks. He decided it was time to talk to Fran.
"I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants more than to be friends."
"And how would you know? I'd say you'd be the last person to ask for advice on romance - it took you half a decade admit that you love me!"
"Fine. Have it your way, but I'd hate to have to say 'I told you so'."
A week later, Fran and Paul and the kids had gone to the park for a picnic. Max had finished his work early, and decided to join his family. He looked around the park, and found them under a tree. As he approached them, he saw Paul telling the kids to go and get something, then he cuddled up close to Fran. His hand was brushing her hair out of her face, and he leant forward to kiss her. Max's heart sank, and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He watched as Paul's lips got closer and closer to Fran's, before she gave him a huge push, throwing him to the floor. He could hear her screaming. "Max was right! You sleaze bag! I'm a married woman! How dare you even try to do such a thing! You're FIRED!!"
Max stood in awe as his wife showed that no good piece of scum where to go. Paul left immediately, and Max joined his wife.
"Hi honey." Max said, quietly, trying not to smile.
"Max darling!" She screamed, grabbing him around the neck hugging him tightly.
"Don't worry. I know. I saw the whole thing." Max comforted.
"You were right. I should have seen it coming. I'm sorry." Fran said, close to tears.
"Honey, it's okay. What matters is that we're together, and nothing will ever change that."
"You're right. Nothing will ever change that." They kissed, but were interrupted by the children.
Grace asked, "Daddy, if you and Fran split up, who do we live with?"
Max and Fran looked at each other, and both replied "We won't ever split up, honey. You don't have to worry about that."
Maggie and Brighton knew that their parents wouldn't have said it if
they didn't truly believe it. They would be together forever.
The End
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