Disclaimer: "The Nanny" and all characters are owned by Fran Drescher, Sony Pictures, Tri-Star Columbia Pictures, High School Sweethearts, Sternim and Fraiser, Inc., etc.... This is for fun only, no infringements are meant.

To all Nanny fans: This is my first attempt at this. So, I hope you enjoy this little story of mine. It takes place after the "First Date" but before the engagement.

Please let me know what you think.

What If She Said It First?

by

Caryn
(drescher_fine@yahoo.com)

It is a typical day at the Sheffield house, especially for a Friday. Any minute now, three children would burst through the front door, either complaining about school or talking about plans for the weekend. Fran knows she better enjoy the next few moments of peace and quiet because she isn’t going to get it again until they go back to school on Monday.

She lays her head back against the couch to look up at the ceiling, the last thing she’s expecting to see is him, looking down at her, but there Mr. Sheffield is. Staring down at her, he takes his left hand and caresses her check. He can swear that she can melt his heart with just one look, and the look she’s giving him now, is definitely the one.

‘God, do I love her. Her beautiful body, her charm, her fire, and hell, even her laugh–everything about her. Why am I so afraid to say it?’ Max silently scolds himself while soaking in her energy-energy of her soul, her heart, but mostly her love.

Fran looks at him in a new light these days. She can see through him–straight through him. ‘After all he did tell me he loved me, but why did he have to take it back? I know he loves me, deep down, but he has to say it and mean it this time. I won’t take anything less.’ Fran breathes in slowly and lets her thoughts go back to him as she takes her hand and rests it on his. ‘I love him more every day, oh, why, can’t he just admit that he feels the same way.’

Max slides his hand across her cheek to her lips and touches them with his fingers. He opens his month to say something to her but the door swings open, to reveal Maggie, Brighton, and Gracie. All three kids file into the livingroom, all arguing and talking at once.

Fran just smiles at Max and squeezes his hand. She gets up off the couch to hug each of them and try to calm them down. After all that is her job. ‘No,’ thinking to herself, ‘loving them is more than my job, loving them is natural, likes its supposed to be.’

"Fran, guess what? Seth asked me out for tonight. Can I go, please?" Maggie begs her Mom. ‘Yeah,’ Maggie smiles at the thought, ‘She’s not just my nanny anymore. She’s more to me. Mom is definitely the right word now.’

"Tommy wants me to pick him up so we can go to the mall to watch girls. Can I use the Porsche? Brighton asks Fran with an innocent look on his face.

"I’m hoping to go to the museum with Tiffany tonight. Her parents want to take us. Oh, and can I spent the night too? Please Fran? Please?" Gracie whines all the way to Fran, hugging her when she reaches her.

‘Oy, I have I taught these kids too well.’ Fran chastises herself.

This is definitely a typical day at the Sheffield’s house, but with one little catch. Fran has a sudden thought, ‘The kids are all leaving tonight, leaving Mr. Sheffield and me alone–alone with Max. Niles is even going out with his fellow butlers. WOW, I could take advantage of this!!’ She looks at Max, who is still in the room, looking lost in thought.

He stands there and watches his family. ‘Yeah, my family. Fran and his children, no, make that our children.’ He watches her listen to all three kids with three conversations going at once and yet she can still sneak a glance at him without missing a beat. How she did this amazes him. Hell, she amazes him everyday, even after four and a half years. ‘She can turn chaos into order with just her smile, oh God, that smile. How she can turn me into jelly with just her smile and even that same smile can put my lower body at full attention.’

He realizes though, that he is going to have to make decisions where their relationship is concerned, he knows that no matter how much he gets mad and upset, granted that most of the time it wasn’t her fault, that she is still there by his side. ‘I take that for granted, oh, I take her for granted. That is going to stop! I couldn’t live if she left me one day and all because of my selfishness.’

Fran’s voice breaks into his thoughts. "B, ask your father about the Porsche. Maggie as long as you’re home by 11:30 p.m., yes. Gracie, honey, don’t forget to pack Teddy." They all hug her, all at once, almost knocking her over. Fran didn’t seem to mind, she loves this attention and the love from her kids.

Maggie and Gracie head upstairs while Brighton heads over to talk his father into letting him take the car. He has his whole argument ready to convince his father. "Dad, can I..."

Max cuts Brighton off as realization hits him. He and Miss Fine would be completely alone. No one to bother them. "Yes, Brighton, here’s the keys." Max tosses them to his son. Brighton’s speechless, but decides not to ask why he agreed so fast, he runs upstairs to get ready.

Max turns to face Fran, but doesn’t realize that she is right behind him. Being this close to her, makes him lose his balance and their heads hit. The next few minutes, all that is heard is pure laughter.

"Oh, Mr. Sheffield. I’m sorry. Are you okay?" Fran asks while taking her hand and touching his little bump that is now forming on his head. She smiles innocently at him.

"Miss Fine–why do you have this affect on me?" Max’s face flashes red and then to white after he realizes what he said. " I mean, why do you sneak up from behind?" He playfully teases her as he places his hand on hers and entwines them while bringing their hands done to his side.

"Well, Mr. Sheffield, it’s the only way to catch my prey!" She winks seductively at him as he blushes. He leaves his hand in hers as they settle onto the couch. He then places his arm around her shoulders.

"Miss Fine, what are you plans for the night?" He asks her quietly hoping she doesn’t have a prior engagement.

Fran looks at Max and is caught off guard. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her out again, especially after the Elton John incident, but that is exactly what he is doing. In fact, she was going to make the first move and ask him. Now was her chance. "Well, Mr. Sheffield, there’s this guy that I was hoping to see tonight."

Seeing his very apparent disappointment, Fran continues quickly, "He’s quite handsome, well, sexy would be a better description, he’s famous. Oh, did I mention he is a Broadway producer–you may know him." Fran looks at him and notices a huge smile on his face.

"His name is Maxwell Sheffield, ring any bells?" But she doesn’t let him answer. "I want to ask him out, but I’m kinda scared to. I know that sounds funny, especially coming from me, but you see I think he might say ‘no’. I’ve messed up some of his business deals, okay a lot of business deals, and well, he doesn’t seem to forget things that easily. Well, I’m sure he might not be that excited about a date with me." Fran looks down at their entwined fingers and then back at him with complete sincerity.

Max couldn’t believe how much he has hurt her, especially if she thinks this about him. He starts to panic and looks her in the eyes. "Miss..." He begins, but she puts a finger to his lips to silence him.

"So, I’m gonna try anyway. Mr. Sheffield, would you like to go out with me tonight? Ya know like a date?" Fran tries, but unsuccessfully to hold back the tremble in her voice.

"Fran, I would love to go anywhere with you!" Max pulls her up and turns her to face him. "What do you have in mind?" He smiles as the twinkle in his eyes seems to get brighter than she has seen in a long time.

"Well, you’ll find out soon enough. Just let me get ready first."

"So another five hours, then?" Max laughs and Fran pokes him playfully in the ribs.

"Okay, Mister. Be right here at 6:00 p.m. sharp!" She flashes him one of her best smiles and winks.

"Yes, ma’am!" All Max could do was watch the love of his life walk up the stairs. Wondering what she was going to wear, hopefully something short and tight. He wants her more and more every second and its getting to the point where he doesn’t know if he can control it.

Upstairs about 30 minutes later.....

"Thanks Niles, you’re a doll" Fran quietly says through the intercom. Meanwhile, Fran’s having trouble picking something out to wear. She wants to look perfect for Max. She needs help, so she yells out the door for Maggie. "Mags, I need help in here!" At the same time letting go of the intercom button, indicating she’s done with it. Fran sighs in frustration. Unbeknown to Fran, Maggie has just let with Seth. She’s in her walk-in closet when the door opens. Fran thinking it’s Maggie, comes out only in her matching purple bra and underwear.

Max can’t do anything but stare. Stare at her gorgeous body. All he can think about is how bad he wants go grab her and make love to her. Fran realizing it’s not Maggie but Max, just stands there watching him stare at her. She doesn’t scream, she just lets him look, besides, she enjoying watching his desire grow right in front of her. Max’s body is on overdrive and he is fully aware of it, which is one of the reasons he hasn’t moved–yet he can’t. He may just fall right over.

"Mr....Max? Did you need somethin’ or just enjoying the view?" Fran teases him quietly.

"Um, what? Oh, yes, I was going to, um, tell you that Margaret has already, oh, left." Max stumbles uncontrollably through the sentence.

"Oh, well in that case, what do you want me to wear?"

"That’s nice!" Max points to her current outfit. "Oh, I mean what ever you would like." Max excuses himself rather abruptly. Fran laughs at the scene that just unfolded before her.

Max enters his bedroom and starts to yell at himself. ‘Idiot! She going to think you’re a pervert of something. But my God, her body–calm down, ol’ man. It’s a cold shower for you.’ Off Max goes to prepare for the upcoming night and all the possibilities. He checks to make sure that his surprises were still where he put them.

Meanwhile, downstairs.....

In the kitchen, Niles, is singing when the intercom beeps. He turns his full attention to it. "Yes."

"Niles?" Says a nasal voice slightly quieter than usual. "Niles, can you do me a huge favor. I’ll owe you big." Fran whines to him. "Can you fix a little dinner for me and Mr. Sheffield? This may be the night."

"Well, in that case, I’ll do anything to help, Miss Fine. You know I want this just as much as you do!" Niles smile gets bigger and bigger.

"Thanks Niles, you a doll! Anything you want to do is fine with me." [beat] "Mags, I need help in here!!" At the instant the intercom fades out and Niles begins to prepare the meal that may be the beginning of everything.

An hour later, back upstairs where to two are getting ready for anything.....

Fran looks at herself in the mirror. She still has her robe on but her hair is done. It’s swept up in a french twist with ringlets coming down around her ears. Her make-up is light but just enough to see. Her face is glowing and she knows what she has to do tonight. She lets the robe drop to the ground and goes to the bed where her outfit for the night is laying out.

At the same time, Fran was looking in the mirror, Max was in his room doing the same. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He stares at himself and nods, ‘Yep, ol’ boy, tonight is the night you’ve waited for–don’t mess it up!’ He goes over to his dresser and takes the bottle of Aramis and places it in certain areas to drive her wild. Max starts to change for the night, making sure he looks him absolute best. He slips something off his hand and places it in his drawer. This is the night for new starts.

Back downstairs, Niles setting the tone....

Niles is just finishing preparations, including moving all the furniture out of the livingroom to make a cozy dining area for two. He’s even tempting to start the fire for them. Just then Brighton and Gracie walk down the stairs.

"Alright, Dad, it’s about time you finally made a move on her!"

"Master Brighton, why don’t you ever say anything when your father is around to hear you?" Niles asks him.

"Yeah, I know, but I’ve been hoping he would do it without help." Brighton looks at Gracie and smiles.

"I hope they have fun!!" Gracie mouths to Brighton.

"Gotta go, Niles, before Dad takes back the keys. Bye Fran, Dad!!" Brighton yells as he pulls Gracie towards the door.

"Bye, Fran and Daddy!" Gracie yells at the same time.

"Bye, B! Bye Gracie, honey!" Fran sweetly smiles at them as she is descending the stairs.

Fran’s dressed in a bright purple and blue halter top with a matching miniskirt. Her top form fitting to show off her very slim, toned stomach. The smell of Chanel #5, fills the air. Her smiles fills the room with love and happiness.

"Wow, Fran! Dad is one very lucky man!" B exclaims when he sees her.

"Yeah, he is, isn’t he?" Fran instantly turns at the voice and there stands Max two steps behind her.

A huge smile spreads across Gracie’s face as she’s watching her father and Fran finally chance the prospect of love. Her and Brighton quietly sneak out.

Max gives Fran a huge smile and slips his left arm around her guiding her to the landing. She looks down at his hand and notices something’s missing. He took his wedding ring off. Her hearts skips a beat, but she doesn’t want him to notice–not yet anyway.

She breathes in his smell. Aramis, how she loves that cologne. She loves the feel of his arm around her and being this close to him. Fran’s wondering what he is thinking right at this moment.

Max’s thoughts, if only Fran could hear them, echoes her’s almost perfect. How wonderful it is to have her body next to his. How right it felt. He wants to tell her that he loves her, but what if she doesn’t feel the same way. He knows he couldn’t bear to lose her.

He sees the dinner set up and looks at her quizzically, "Fran, did you prepare this for us?"

"Do ya like? Well, I thought better about going out, if this house was going to be empty. What pity if it didn’t go to good use, don’t you think?" With that she turns to face him again and winks.

"I do believe you have a point, Fran." Max gives her a hug. "You look absolutely gorgeous, tonight, Fran." Max whispers in her ear as their embrace tightens.

"Thanks, Max. You look wonderful yourself." Fran pulls back a little to take a long look at him. He’s wearing black Gucci dress pants and his royal blue cashmere sweater that shows off his toned body.

Their eyes lock-her brown staring into hazel. Neither one knowing who is going to make the first move. Then Fran leans in and gives Maxwell one of the most sweetest kisses, but it seems Max wants more. He kisses her back, deepening the kiss with every passing second. Max’s hands start to roam her body a little, intimidated, maybe a little shy, but she steps in closer and offers herself to him, giving him reassurance. His hands end up seductively on her hips.

Meanwhile, unnoticed in the door way entering the hallway, Niles is excitedly watching history unfolding before his eyes. He turns to leave letting the two have their privacy.

Passion building within them both, feeling for the first time everything that needs to be spoken. Emotions they both know: pain, sorrow, hurt, love, pleasure and happiness all felt with this one kiss. Fran decides that this is the moment she needs to tell him how she feels, especially if they go any further.

Suddenly, her fears come back, ‘What if he doesn’t love me they way I love him? Well, at least I will know, won’t I?’ So, Fran pulls back a little and breaks the kiss. While staring into Max’s eyes, she softly starts to speak, "Max, I want to tell you something before anything else happens tonight and I know this is a big step for me-oh hell. I love you, Max!!"

Silence....

Fran closes her eyes and turns away from him. At first, she reasons to herself, ‘Maybe he’s thinking about us and what I said.’

Then what seems like forever, still nothing....

Fran lets the hold on her tears go and with no problem, they fall one after another.

"That’s it! I’ve had it!" She yells as she turns to face him once again. "G’nug already! For four years now, I’ve sat back and took everything you’ve done to me-the yelling, blaming me for everything that goes wrong, the ‘I love you’ but I’m taking it back, the hurt and pain-but, still here I am. Why in God’s name? Why, because I love you so much it hurts. I fell in love with you a long time ago. But it neva seems to be enough for you!" Fran lets every emotion she’s feeling flow out freely.

Max looks at her in shock. Here he was trying to gather his voice and tell her, he loves her too, but he had taken too long and now everything’s gone wrong. ‘I should have told her-I shouldn’t have waited. She’s going to think I don’t love her. Oh God, she does think that.’ Max’s thoughts are interrupted once again by Fran.

"Well, I’m sorry, Maxwell Sheffield, if me telling you that I love you, and God do I, doesn’t matter to you, then nothing does. Maybe you do want to be alone for the rest of you’re life. Fine, I’m not trying anymore. I give up!" Fran looks away and starts towards the stairs. She turns back and sees tears falling down his cheeks. Her face softens a little to see him suffer too. ‘This isn’t fair, we are supposed to be in love. Why can’t he just admit it? Maybe he really doesn’t.’

"Oy!" Fran raises her arms and lets them drop back down to her sides in a motion of defeat.

As Fran closes her eyes for a moment to think, Max grabs her and kisses her very thoroughly. At first, she fights him, not wanting to be this close to him, but she finally gives in and kisses him back with all she’s worth. Neither has been kissed quite like this before. Their tongues captivating one another while their kiss deepens more and more. Fran bits lightly on Max’s lip, playfully of course, but also to prove a point, that she hasn’t forgiven him yet. Max laughs a little as she lets go of it.

She maneuvers her tongue seductively in and out of his mouth. At the moment they’re showing more affection towards each other than they have in the last ten minutes, maybe that’s because they aren’t fighting, but busy kissing. Max knows that this is the only way to calm her down enough to let him talk. Meanwhile, he doesn’t want to break the kiss, but knows he has to. Its time to fix everything, the way its suppose to be.

Max draws back and looks Fran in the eye seriously. "Good, now that I have your full attention. Let me tell you this." Max moves his hands up her back and cups her face. "Fran, I love you too! I love you more than what this world can offer, more than life, itself. I would do anything for you. I know I don’t show it like I ought to, but you mean everything to me. I know I should have told you how I felt sooner–okay, a lot sooner. No excuses-plain and simple. I was scared that if I told you how I really felt, you wouldn’t feel the same, but deep down I knew you loved me too, but it didn’t seem to matter. I still took you for granted. I wasn’t ready. The only emotion I was good at is, selfishness. I am so sorry. Sorry for hurting you and making you hate me again." Max finishes softly as his voice trails off.

"I don’t hate you!" Fran retorts back. Max slides his hands to caress her shoulders. "Oy, how can you think that? Max, I love you. Its just now, I guess I need to know if its for real–no taking it back. I’m standing her telling you that I love you and I mean it with all my heart, do you?" Fran gazes back at him trying to read his soul, but even though she is trying hard, a tear escapes and falls slowly down her cheek.

Max brings up one finger and swipes the tear off her face. "Of course, its for real! I have wanted to tell you since the day we met. But, it was you who made me realize that not only am I wasting my time but yours as well. You telling me how you feel, gave me the assurance that what I was feeling was mutual." Max’s face contorts a little, going from calmness to sadness as he realizes how close he has come to losing her.

"If you can put your heart on the line, so can I. I want this and I want you!" Max asserts his point by taking her in his arms. He looks at her with questioning eyes. Fran smiles and turns her head up to kiss him. Max knows now that, yes, she does believe in him, in their love.

Hands roaming while their kiss deepens and lengthens to the point of no return. His tongue intertwining with hers while the heat of their bodies become too intense to just stand where they’re at. Max breaks the kiss and looks deep into her eyes and sees her love and passion for him. He sees the answer to all his questions. He knows that she is his and has been.

Fran sees her answers shining brightly in his eyes. She knows that he is hers and forever will be. For the first time, she can see the love he has for her. He’s not hiding it from her anymore. He wants her just as much as she wants him.

Max is the first to speak, "What do you say if we skip dinner and go directly to dessert?"

"Awe, Max!" [beat] "Chocolate syrup or whip cream?" Fran winks mischievously.

"What do you mean ‘or’?"

"Max...."

Her words are cut short as Max kisses her again while reaching around to pick her up and carry her to his room. Kissing him back, she wraps one arm around his neck and the other running through his black wavy hair.

Max interrupts their kiss while ascending the stairs to whisper in Fran’s ear. "I love you, I love you, I love you......"

A wave of feelings flood through Fran, so much so, words fail her. Kissing him much more passionately than before, is her response.

Upstairs, Max and Fran enter a new world.....

Max shuts the door to his bedroom with his foot. Still kissing feverishly, Max gently lays Fran on his bed and lies next to her. They gaze into the other’s face. He admiring her and loving the fact they just admitted their feelings, no longer denying. She’s staring into the face that looks back with love.

Max traces her face with soft little kisses, while sliding his hands downwards from her shoulders to her stomach, stroking and caressing as he went. Fran slips her hands under Max’s sweater to lift it over his head. Kissing every inch of his bare chest, Fran begins unleashing her fears and surrenders.

He slowly pulls her top off and runs his hands over new territory. Fran unbuckles his pants as Max eases her skirt off. He stares at her gorgeous figure–its different now, not like what he saw a couple of hours ago in her room. It’s bared for him and only for him. She’s more beautiful than he ever thought imaginable.

Max pulls Fran atop him and they indulge in their passion for the first time. Years they have been waiting for this moment and now it is reality. Their love making is very tender and gentle. There is no rush to it, they have their whole lives.

She never imaged him to be so talented as she is currently finding out–and in some many ways.

He never would have thought that their bodies were made for the other, completely matched in every area.

They try to satisfy the other over and over. They compliment the other, like a symphony in perfect harmony. The more Fran responds, the more Max pleases her. They each put the other’s need before their own.

Hands enveloping what was once forbidden areas, while bodies and souls become one. Both inebriated by the other’s scent and touches.

Fran has never been so complete, this experience being contrast to anything she has ever known in her life.

Max is having the most extraordinary experience with the woman he is completely and madly in love with.

They find new things about each other every time. Savoring each time like it was the first.

Sleep comes easily for the two after hours and hours of showing their love to each other.

The next morning.....

The sun finds Fran and Max tightly spooned together, smiles across their relaxed faces.

Max is the first to stir awake, deeply breathing in the scent of the woman lying next to him. He stares at her lying in his arms, replaying every intimate detail of last night in his head. He sighs, content with his life now, knowing that all has been said. ‘No,’ he thinks silently. ‘There’s one more thing left to do.’ Max traces Fran’s lips with his fingers and travels down her body.

Fran’s eyes flutter open as a huge smile spreads across her face. "If you start something, you better be prepared to finish it!" Max bends his head down and kisses her thoroughly.

He rolls off his side, onto his back while Fran cuddles back up against him. She lays her head in the crook between his chest and shoulder. She places one hand on his chest and runs her hand through the hairs on it.

Max reaches over to the floor and picks up his pants, grabbing a small black box out of the pocket. Taking out the contents, he places the box on his night stand.

"Max, whatcha doin’?" Fran asks while rising on one elbow, to look at him.

Max pulling her on top of him, kisses her passionately. "Fran," he tries in between kisses, "Fran, you are more than I deserve. I never thought I could be happy again, but you know I’ve never been this happy before. You are my life, my best friend, my lover. I love you and I can never imagine my life without you."

Max’s smile getting bigger with each word. "I want you to be the one thing that you aren’t yet in my life." Max see tears forming in Fran’s eyes, but this time its tears of happiness.

"I only wish I told you first that I love you. Oh, the wasted time, which I think we had a good start at making up!" Max winks seductively. "Nothing would make me more complete than to make you my partner in life. I want you to be my wife!!"

"Wha....?"

"Fran, will you marry me?"

"Oh, Max..." Fran is unable to finish her sentence, she’s to ecstatic for the words to come out without being disheveled.

"Well, will you?" Max slides his had along her cheek.

"Yes! Oh, Max, yes I’ll marry you. I love you so much." Fran kisses him but Max pulls back slightly.

Fran looks down suddenly asking with her eyes why he just pulled away. Her fears are soon put to rest. Max places a 7.5 karat diamond ring on her finger.

"Oh, Max, its beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, my Darling."

Fran rolls over on her back bringing Maxwell with her. They start to make love again. Back to the games that they found to be unending. This time its different, it’s the first time since their engagement.

Hands roaming once again in familiar territory, but yet finding new things to do. Entering the place where only they know, trying to entertain one other to the point of ecstasy.

Fran breaks their kiss and looks up at the man who is laying on top of her. "Max, I’m not letting you out of this one. You’re stuck with me." She smiles at him innocently.

"Fran, I don’t want out of it. Darling, you’re going to with me, forever."

"Foreva?" Fran whispers. Max sees the twinkle in her eyes when she said that.

"Yes, forever." Max whispers back.

They lay there marveling in the events that have taken place in the last day.

Max grabs Fran’s hand, gets up off the bed and carries her to the shower. Not being able to get enough of the other, they make love again.

When they finish their shower, Max carries Fran back to the bed and lays her down. He begins kissing well-known areas of her body. "Honey, as much as I want to, but if we don’t stop this soon, we’re neva gonna make it downstairs." Fran grabs Max’s face to look him in the eyes.

"I know, but Fran, Darling, I just can’t help myself." He sighs, "Okay, let’s get dressed and go tell everyone the wonderful news." Max reluctantly gets up and walks over to his closet.

"Let’s make a promise, then. We’ll tell the kids, Niles and Ma, and then you promise me that we pick up where we left off." Fran smiles shyly at him while propping herself up to watch him change out of his towel.

"That’s a promise, Fran, my love. I wouldn’t have it any other way." After putting his blue Calvin Klein dress pants on, he sits next to her on the bed.

"Well, I guess I’ll sneak over to my room and get dressed." Fran says as she stands to leave.

"Oh, no, you don’t." Max grabs her hand and guides her to his desk. On top of the desk, sits a large box from Macy’s. He hands it to Fran.

"What’s this?" Fran asks with a hint of gleam in her eyes.

"It’s something I can’t wait to see on you." He says seductively, winking at her. Max helps her open the box and Fran pulls out a very short blue Donna Karan skirt and a cropped black and blue checked shirt to match.

"Oh, Max-its so me! Did ya pick it out yourself?

"Yes I did, are you sure you like it?"

"Of course I do, I love it and I love you!" She kisses the tip of his nose while getting up to put her new outfit on.

Her towel falls the rest of the way off, so now its Max’s turn to watch her get ready. She turns towards him and motions for help with the zipper. He zips it back down, instead of up. Fran playfully nudges him and sits on his lap.

"Honey, we can’t keep doing this, if we intend to make it down for lunch." She laughs with her usual laugh as she cuddles his face.

"Darling, it’s not fair-my God do you realize how delectable you are? You drive my body crazy. I love you Fran."

"And I love you, but we need to go. The kids are probably wondering where we are." Smiling at Max, she pushes him up and they finish getting ready.

They head to the door. Hand in hand. With their entwined hands, Max wraps them around her waist as they exit his room. Not being able to look at anything else but each other, they walk slowly savoring the last few moments alone.

"Are you ready for a new life with me, Francine?"

"With you by my side, I’m ready for anything. I love you Maxwell."

"I love you more!" Max kisses her again while descending the stairs. Fran’s hand starts traveling down his back towards his posterior, she gives a little squeeze as his arm tightens around her.

Finally downstairs.....

Heading towards the diningroom, with their family awaiting the entrance of them, Fran and Max stop to kiss once more.

All eyes turn as they enter, wondering if last night went well.

The two missing members take their seats to share with their family the wonderful news of their soon-to-be new lives.

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