First I want to let you all know that I do not own any of the characters used in this story (except maybe Sara Keith). They belong to Fran Drescher, Peter Marc Jacobson, and I don't know who else. Please don't sue me for using these wonderful characters. Please don't pay any attention if my english is bad, because I'm just a 15 years old Nanny fan from Holland. This is the last part of a five-part series.  It started in Heaven for everyone, Trouble Holiday, Wherever I go trouble keeps following me, Personal Things and Future Fantastic. Please read the other stories first, to understand who everybody is and where they stand. It may have not so many to do with the Nanny, but I felt I needed to write this story. Send any comments, tips or whatever to this address: sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com Enjoy!

Future Fantastic

by

Sara van Bussel
(sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com)

It was five years later. Brighton and Sara were both twenty-three, Gracie was nineteen, Maggie was twenty-five. Fran's age had moved to thirty-five after ten years of being thirty.
 
Sara and Brighton had just finished the university and had a contract with a company, which made them able to work from home. As long as they were in college they were still living with the Sheffield family.
Maggie had finished college too and had a real good job. She was still single, and destined to live the life Fran had lived. Single men forever, waiting for the right guy to come along. Although for Maggie it was a little different. She went club hopping in Europe, and dated the richest and most exclusive bachelors in the world.

Gracie was in her second year of her psychology.

Fran and Maxwell were still happy married. Two years before Fran gave birth to little Darla Maria Sheffield. Now that the other kids had lives of their own she was the center of their lives.

Niles and CC were also still married. They had gotten twins one year ago. Their names were Delph Petra Johnson and Kay Avalon Johnson.
 
 

Sara and Brighton were desperately looking for a place of their own. Not that they didn't like living at home, but trying to work with three little children in the house could be difficult. They had transformed Sara's bedroom into an office and Sara slept with Brighton.

They had seen a dozen apartments that day, but none of them felt good. So they were still looking.

They sat at the dinner table eating dinner.

"So Sara, did you find an apartment today?" Maxwell asked.

"No. They were all very nice, but they just didn't feel right."

"Well one of my best actors is going to move to London, and perform in my play over there. So her apartment is going to be vacant pretty soon. I talked to her, and you two can be the first ones to see it. It isn't too big, not too small, and has a nice view. I've had dinner there once and I think it's perfect." Brighton and Sara looked at each other. Sara squeezed in Brighton’s hand.

"Sure, could you make an appointment?" Brighton said.

"Tomorrow at nine?"

"Ok. We'll be there."
 
 

The next morning. Maxwell had dropped Sara and Brighton of at the apartment on his way to the theatre. It was a little in the center, yet not. The building was very nice.

The actress opened the door. She let them in, and gave them a tour around the house. Sara thought it was nice, and so did Brighton.

"Excuse me miss, but could we have a moment alone together?" Brighton asked when they were in the bedroom, the last room of their tour.

"Sure, I'll be in the kitchen making coffee if you need me." She left.

"What's the matter B?"

"I've been waiting for the right time, and the right apartment to do this."

"Do what?" Brighton got a ring out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

"My dear Sara. There are no words to describe what I feel for you. We've been together for five years, and you are the one who makes me complete. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"

"Oh Brighton. Off course." Brighton got up and they kissed.

"So do you like the apartment?" Brighton asked when they finished the kiss.

"I love it. It's perfect."

"I agree. Let's go and tell her we're gonna take it." They went to the kitchen.

"Ahum miss?"

"You can call me Cindy."

"Yes Cindy. We decided that we'd take the place."

"Oh that's marvelous. But I think that I should congratulate you two."

"Hu?"

"Didn't you just propose?"

"Yes I did but how did you know?"

"The ring. When I left you it wasn't there yet. So am I right?"

"Yes you are."

"Well congratulations."

"Thank you." They sat down and talked it over. They would get the key on the first of august. That was two months away.
 
 

They sat in the cab on their way home. Sara was admiring the ring.

"You know what my name will be?"

"Yes, Sara Sheffield."

"No, Sara Sheffield Keith-Sheffield."

"Twice as good."

"And do you know what my initials will be?"

"Yes, S.K.S.K.S. Sara Katherine Sheffield Keith Sheffield."

"I like to make things complicated. I wonder how many times I'll have to explain this."

"Very often, I guess."

"So when are we going to tell mom and dad?" Sara asked.

"What about tonight at dinner? I believe that everybody is eating at our house tonight."

"If mom doesn't spot the ring first. She still has a nose for this sort of things."

"Maybe you should take the ring off."

"No. I will not take it off until we are married."

"Ok. I can live with that." They arrived at the mansion. Nobody was home so they went straight to their office to work.
 
 

In their lunch break, they discussed their wedding plans.

"Why don't we get married, go on our honeymoon and then, when we return, move into in our new apartment."

"That's a good idea. But what about a date?"

"Uhm. July 17th. That's two weeks before we get our key."

"Ok. Where do we honeymoon?"

"Anywhere we can be together." Sara hugged Brighton.

"It's our honeymoon. Off course we are going to be together. What about the Netherlands Antilles?"

"It's wonderful. I've been dying to hear some Dutch."

"Hey. We talk Dutch."

"Yeah, but you have an accent. And you don't know all the words."

"I know, I know. I was just kidding. Now. Knowing mom, she will want to arrange a big wedding. Do you want that?"

"No. I'm ok with mom arranging the wedding but I rather have a little intimate wedding with just some family and friends."

"Me too."

"B. Is it ok if I invite Yvonne and Kim?" Yvonne was her only friend from Holland. They had kept contact over the years.

"Sure. I think she should be there. We have to arrange her stay quickly. I don't know if we can get a plane ticket on such short notice." They had finished their lunch and went back to work.
 
 

Dinner time had arrived. They all sat around the table, including Niles, CC, Delph and Kay. They had just finished dinner and were waiting for dessert. Brighton and Sara stood and Brighton asked everyone to be silent.

"Silence please. Sara and I have an announcement to make." Everybody was silent.

"Today I proposed to Sara and she accepted. We are going to get married." They all started talking at once. Everybody congratulated them.

They all sat in the living room. Delph, Kay, and Darla had been put to bed, and Niles and CC had returned home.

Like Brighton said, Fran was trying to organize a big wedding. Sara took Fran apart for a moment.

"Mom. B and I are ok with you arranging the wedding, but we want a little wedding. Just some family and friends."

"Ok, I will try not to go overboard." They returned to the crowd.

The day of the wedding had arrived. Yvonne and Kim had arrived ok. There weren't many guest, like they wanted. The wedding was held in the mansion. Sara had picked out a beautiful yet simple wedding dress. Brighton thought she looked stunning.

The ceremony was over and Brighton and Sara were man and wife. The reception was very nice.
They sat in the plane on their honeymoon. They had made reservations for the honeymoon suite. It was very big and nice. They were practically on the beach, and it wasn't crowded at all.
 
 

On the fourth day they went into town to do some shopping. They went into a shop, and when Sara saw the woman behind the counter she immediately hugged her.

"Huh D? What is going on?" Brighton asked.

"B meet Rowana. She was kind of my therapist when my mother and sister died. I knew she moved back to Aruba, but I never thought I'd see her again. Rowana, this is my husband. He's from New York, and his Dutch isn't the best, so do you mind if we speak English?"

"No, that's fine by me. So tell me everything that's been going on in the past ten years." They talked almost the whole afternoon. When they left they invited Rowana to come see them some time in New York.

The honeymoon was over and the apartment was ready. They had moved in three weeks ago. They loved living alone, and Sara loved to cook. She sometimes cooked Dutch food, and sometimes American food. Once a week, on Sunday, they ate at the mansion.

Sara was usually very accurate with her period. So when she was two days late she got nervous. When she was a week late she went to see a doctor.

He confirmed what she expected. She was a month pregnant. Brighton and Sara had never discussed children, but Sara wanted them. She decided to tell him during dinner.
 
 

They sat at the dinner table. Sara was playing with her food, not knowing how to start the conversation.

"Ok. What's wrong?" Brighton said. He noticed that Sara was avoiding his gaze.

"Uhm I have something to tell you, but I don't know how you are going to react so I'm a little scared."

"What if I promise not to overreact, and not to do anything unrational?"

"Ok. Uhm. I went to the doctor and he told me that I'm.... uhm..... one month pregnant."

"Wow. But that's wonderful." Brighton went over to Sara and hugged.

"Why would you be nervous about that?"

"Well we never discussed kids, and I didn't know if you wanted kids."

"I do. With you." They kissed.

"How are we going to tell mom she is going to be grandma in eight months?"

"Yeah, and who is going to believe she's a thirty five year old grandma?" They laughed.

"But our kid is going to have an grandma, great grandma, and a great great grandma. He or she will be fortunate."

"And he or she can play with his or her aunt."

"Yes. What about names?" Brighton asked.

"I've been thinking about that. If it's a girl I want to name her Sofie Francine Sheffield."

"Why?"

"Sofie is the name of my first mother, and Francine of my second."

"I think mom would be honored. But what about if it's a boy?"

"Why don't you think of a name?"

"Ok what about Dave Max Sheffield? Dave after your father, and Max after mine."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes I do."

"Oh thanks honey. I love you."

"I love you too."
 
 

They told the family, and they were all thrilled. Maggie was a little jealous, but happy for them. They had decided to keep the names secret until he or she was going to be born. The doctor had asked them if they wanted to know the sex of the child, but they didn't want to know.
 

It was the fourth month of Sara's pregnancy. Sara had been playing with a thought and wanted Brighton's opinion.

"B? I wanted to talk to you about our kid."

"Yes?" Brighton gave Sara his full attention.

"I've been thinking, and I think that we should raise our kid bilingual."

"What do you mean?"

"I want him or her to learn Dutch. It's a part of me that I want to pass on. And it's easier to learn young kids a new language then when they are a teenager."

"I agree."
 
 

It was the final month of Sara's pregnancy, but she was still working. It was no problem, because it didn't cause stress, and it was at home. Brighton was also happy he could work at home, to stay with Sara. Fran and CC had been supporting her, giving her tips on her pregnancy.

Sara and Brighton were working. The baby had been very restless the past few days, but was quiet now. Suddenly Sara felt a lot of pain going through her body. She gasped and grasped Brighton’s hand. When he saw her face with pain, he immediately understood. The contractions had started.

"Honey, breathe. If you breathe the pain will go away." He started doing the breathing excersises and Sara followed.

"Oh men, this hurts!"

"I know. I saw it. But we'll get through it."
 
 

A couple of hours later. The contractions were now two minutes apart. Sara and Brighton were in the hospital. All the family had been notified and Maxwell and Fran were in the hospital. They had had some problems filling in the forms, when they filled in that they were the parents of both the father, and the mother of the new born.

"Ok Sara. If you feel another contraction I want you to push." She felt the contraction and pushed. Anything to stop the pain.

"Push, come on. One more push." She gave another push. Then she heard a baby cry. Her baby. The nurse handed her her child.

"Congratulations. It's a girl. What is going to be her name?"

"Sofie Francine Sheffield." The doctor took her away and checked Sofie and Sara out. They were both okay. They brought her to a room and handed her Sofie. When Brighton entered Sofie was sleeping in Sara's arms.

"I have two impatient grand parents here that want to see their grand child."

"Ok, let them in." Fran and Maxwell entered. Fran immediately went over to Sofie.

"Mom, dad, meet Sofie Francine Sheffield."

"Sofie Francine? Are you serious?" Fran couldn't believe they named their kid after her. She felt so proud.

"Yes we do. Sofie was my first mom, and you are my second. But if you are not ok with it we can change it."

"No, no, I'm honored. Thank you." Fran kissed Sara on her cheek.

"Can I hold her?" Fran asked.

"Sure. Careful." Fran smiled. She was just like Sara when she got Darla.

"Off course. Hey baby, hey kiddo." The woman played with little Sofie.

"I must say son, she a beautiful little girl. And Sara is the perfect mom. I'm very proud of you. Both of you." He shook Brighton’s hand.

"Thanks dad."
 

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