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 story takes place after my first two stories, "What If She Said It First" and "Fran's Plan" Hope all of you like it, let me know what ya think.

What Love Can Do...

by

Caryn
(drescher_fine@yahoo.com)

Max wakes up and stares at his beautiful wife lying next to him. A strand of black hair falls in Fran Sheffield’s face, but she doesn’t move. She’s awake, just laying there with her eyes closed, breathing in the scent of her husband, who is just centimeters from her face. She can feel his breath against her which makes her smile.

Max’s hand brushes against Fran’s cheek as he tucks the loose hair behind her ear. He lets his hand rest on her face. Fran slowly opens her eyes and looks directly into Max’s. He’s been staring at her for sometime now, wondering if he should really wake her or just watch her sleep. He chose the latter until he saw her smile.

His own smile gets bigger as she reaches up to touch his lips with her fingertips. He takes his hand and entwines it with hers, kissing every one of her fingers. Fran opens her mouth to say something but Max covers her lips with his, kissing her passionately.

Hands roaming familiar territory as their kisses deepen and lengthen. Max rolls on his back, bringing Fran atop him, giving into their desire and passion for each other. They start making love in the truest form, for they complete one another. Fran and Max move in the same motion, knowing exactly how to please the other over and over. Nothing is more important to them, then to completely satisfy the other.

No words are needed in times like these. They both know how they feel and they always let the other know. Words couldn’t compare to their actions of love. Every night and most mornings are like this for Max and Fran, but never taking it for granted. Today is no different.

Hours later the two decide its time to get ready for the day ahead of them. After taking their shower and fully dressed, they walk down the stairs for breakfast. The children are just behind them, all eventually meeting in the dinning room.

"Good morning, everyone!" Fran greets her children in her usual morning ritual.

"Yes, good morning, children." Max chimes in, not being able to stop gazing at Fran.

"Hi, Mom and Dad." Gracie response as she takes her seat next to Fran.

"Don’t forget after school I’m going to the mall. I told Sean that I would meet him there. His sister is going to pick us up there later." Brighton smiles thinking of Lacey, Sean’s sister, and her beautiful face.

As if reading Brighton’s mind, Maggie makes a statement, "Brighton, you don’t have a chance with her. She’s a junior at NYU and she’s not interested in toads like you."

"Shut up Maggie, like your love life is something to boast about." Brighton makes a face at her.

"As a matter of fact it is," Maggie retorts back but soon changes the subject as she sees her father’s angry look, "um, I think I’m late for study class, yeah, that’s it. Can I be excused now?"

"Yes, all of you better hurry up. I’m taking the limo to the theater, so you three will have to take the town car." Max tells his children, rubbing his throbbing temple, trying to hold his patience.

The kids finish their breakfast quickly, giving their parents kisses on the cheek. With the kids gone, that leaves Max and Fran alone, with the exception of Niles in the kitchen.

"Honey, I didn’t know you were going to the theater today. I thought you said, you were working here this week?" Fran looks at Max with a hurt look in her eyes.

She hates it when he goes to the theater, because it usually means he won’t be home until late. She hates going to bed alone. So far this week, he’s been home working in his office, which was fine with her. She can see him whenever she wants. They are newly married, in fact it’s only been two months since they came home from Cape Cod and the wedding Max himself had arranged. Thinking of him and being married to Max, makes her smile, even at the moment.

"Darling, I told you last night." Max looks at Fran, and by the way she’s staring at him, he knew he didn’t say anything. "I meant to tell you, anyway, CC found a new play that we must start on now. I’m competing with Andrew Lloyd Webber on this one. The catch is whoever gets the contracts drawn up first, gets the rights to it. It’s a very good play."

"Fine, I understand." Fran tries pouting to her husband, "Ya know, I thought you were gonna take a break after your last play. In fact, if my memory serves me right, you promised me a real honeymoon."

"Fran, I will. I haven’t forgotten. Darling, when I take you on our honeymoon, I don’t want to be thinking of anything but you and me. No plays, no Webber, no work. Let me finish this up and then we can figure out where we want to go."

"Alright, just you remember, you said that, Mister! You’re lucky you married a very understanding woman, otherwise you would be in a lot of trouble." She smiles at Max, still a little hurt deciding not to let in show. Deep down she knew he’s right, she didn’t want him to be thinking of anything but her.

"I am so glad to have you in my life. As soon as I find out the status of this play, I’ll make reservations for a honeymoon you’ll never forget. You can count on that Mrs. Sheffield."

"You betta believe that we’ll be going even if I have to drag your tuchaus there myself!" Fran snaps her fingers in the air. Max grabs her hand and pulls her up. He puts his arm around her waist bringing her as close as he can to himself, kissing her passionately.

"Fran, I vowed to you that I would never break a promise, and I don’t intend to start. A honeymoon is what you’re asking for, so a honeymoon is what you’ll get." Max looks at her and caresses her face with his hands.

"Okay! I just can’t get enough of my handsome husband, so sue me if I want all of his attention." Fran runs her hands through his hair. "And all of his love and affection."

"Well, how do you think I feel. I have to leave my beautiful wife alone in our bed because I have to go to work and all I want to do is lie there next to her, holding her tight, never to let go." Max places his arm around Fran guiding her towards his office.

"Well, maybe my husband and your wife should meet. They seem to want the same things and perfect for each other." Fran teases him, walking slowly to enjoy the few moments before he heads to work.

"You know, we are perfect for one another, aren’t we?" Max starts nibbling on Fran’s neck causing her knees to buckle. He always knows what buttons to push and when to push them. He picks her up and carries her over to his desk. As he sits in his chair, he positions her on his lap, kissing intensely, while trying to get their clothes off.

Just then the phone rings, Niles doesn’t answer it. Max has his hands full but Fran pushes speaker phone, more accidently than intentional, and over comes CC irritated voice: "Maxwell, why aren’t you here yet? What are you doing that is taking soo long?"

Max absently answers not realizing what he said until after the fact. "Starting to make love to Fran...." He breaks the kiss and whispers to Fran, "I didn’t just say what I think I said, did I?"

"Oh yeah!" Fran couldn’t help but to chuckle at Max’s red embarrassed face.

All that is heard now is a dial tone, either CC fainted again or she’s mad and hung up. Oh, well, Fran could care less, in fact, Niles would be proud of his boss. She mentally noted to tell Niles what just happened.

"Well, this should make working with her interesting. When I get home tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off, that’s a promise." He pulls her shirt back over her head, kissing her nose when he’s done.

Fran buttons his shirt up and then placing his tie back around his neck, fixing it ever so gracefully. She reluctantly gets up and extends her hand to help Max out of the chair. He lovingly accepts and she pulls him up.

"Honey, just don’t be too late," She winks at him and then changing her voice into a seductive whisper, Fran continues, "I’ll be waiting for you, keeping our bed warm until you return." She giggles a little as his face lights up like a little boy in a candy store.

"If we don’t stop this soon, I’ll never make it to the theater." He kisses her lightly on her lips.

"Well, in that case, c’mere." Fran grabs her husband and pulls him tight against her, feeling every inch of his body on her own.

"Fran, you know how to use guilt, this isn’t fair. Oh, Darling, you know I don’t want to leave you and go to work, but I have to." He tries to get out between her kisses.

"Okay, okay, I got the hint. Just you think about the two choices you have: choice one, you could be working all day enjoying stress; or choice two, you could be home making love to me all day long and enjoying every minute of it." She smiles broadly as she leaves him dishevel among his own thoughts.

Simply put, Fran knows what buttons to push in him too and when to do it.

All the way to the theater, Max thinks about what Fran said to him. He can’t get her out of his mind, not that he’s trying to, but her words hit him hard in the heart. He had told her that they would go on their honeymoon soon after they got back from Cape Cod, but like normal, one thing after another came up and they still haven’t gone.

The limo stops in front of the theater and Max gets out. He doesn’t see the ice on the ground and skids hitting his head on the cement, slipping into unconscienceness. His last thought is of Fran.....

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Max wakes up and stares at his beautiful wife lying next to him. A strand of black hair falls in Fran Sheffield’s face, but she doesn’t move. She’s awake, just laying there with her eyes closed, breathing in the scent of her husband, who is just centimeters from her face. She can feel his breath against her which makes her smile.

Max’s hand brushes against Fran’s cheek as he tucks the loose hair behind her ear. He lets his hand rest on her face. Fran slowly opens her eyes and looks directly into Max’s. He’s been staring at her for sometime now, wondering if he should really wake her or just watch her sleep. He chose the latter until he saw her smile.

His own smile gets bigger as she reaches up to touch his lips with her fingertips. He takes his hand and entwines it with hers, kissing every one of her fingers. Fran opens her mouth to say something but Max covers her lips with his, kissing her passionately.

Hands roaming familiar territory as their kisses deepen and lengthen. Max rolls on his back, bringing Fran atop him, giving into their desire and passion for each other. They start making love in the truest form, for they complete one another. Fran and Max move in the same motion, knowing exactly how to please the other over and over. Nothing is more important to them, then to completely satisfy the other.

Hours later the two decide its time to get ready for the day ahead of them. After taking their shower and fully dressed, they walk down the stairs for breakfast. The children are just behind them, all eventually meeting in the dinning room.

"Good morning, everyone!" Fran greets her children in her usual morning ritual.

"Yes, good morning, children." Max chimes in, not being able to stop gazing at Fran.

"Hi, Mom and Dad." Gracie response as she takes her seat next to Fran.

"Don’t forget after school I’m going to the mall. I told Sean that I would meet him there. His sister is going to pick us up there later." Brighton smiles thinking of Lacey, Sean’s sister, and her beautiful face.

As if reading Brighton’s mind, Maggie makes a statement, "Brighton, you don’t have a chance with her. She’s a junior at NYU and she’s not interested in toads like you."

"Shut up Maggie, like your love life is something to boast about." Brighton makes a face at her.

"As a matter of fact it is," Maggie retorts back but soon changes the subject as she sees her father’s angry look, "um, I think I’m late for study class, yeah, that’s it. Can I be excused now?"

"Yes, all of you better hurry up. I’m taking the limo to the theater, so you three will have to take the town car." Max tells his children, rubbing his throbbing temple, trying to hold his patience.

The kids finish their breakfast quickly, giving their parents kisses on the cheek. With the kids gone, that leaves Max and Fran alone, with the exception of Niles in the kitchen.

"Honey, I didn’t know you were going to the theater today. I thought you said, you were working here this week?" Fran looks at Max with a hurt look in her eyes.

She hates it when he goes to the theater, because it usually means he won’t be home until late. She hates going to bed alone. So far this week, he’s been home working in his office, which was fine with her. She can see him whenever she wants. They are newly married, in fact it’s only been two months since they came home from Cape Cod and the wedding Max himself had arranged. Thinking of him and being married to Max, makes her smile, even at the moment.

"Darling I told you that last night." Max sees her look but he’s sure he told her. He can remember telling her and talking about the play. "I told you, didn’t I? I’m sorry I really thought I did. Well, anyway, CC found this play that we are competing against Andrew Lloyd Webber for. The catch is whoever draws the contracts up first, gets the rights to it. It’s a good play."

"Fine, I understand." Fran tries pouting to her husband, "Ya know, I thought you were gonna take a break after your last play. In fact, if my memory serves me right, you promised me a real honeymoon."

"Fran, I will. I haven’t forgotten. Darling, when I take you on our honeymoon, I don’t want to be thinking of anything but you and me. No plays, no Webber, no work. Let me finish this up and then we can figure out where we want to go."

"Alright, just you remember, you said that, Mister! You’re lucky you married...."

Max finishes her sentence, "That I married a very understanding woman, otherwise I’d be in a lot of trouble." Fran smiles marveling that he knew what she was just about to say. How did he know? That is the question he asking himself, he just knew. "I am so glad to have you in my life. As soon as I find out the status of this play, I’ll make reservations for a honeymoon you’ll never forget. You can count on that Mrs. Sheffield."

"You betta believe that we’ll be going even if I have to drag your tuchaus there myself!" Fran snaps her fingers in the air. Max grabs her hand and pulls her up. He puts his arm around her waist bringing her as close as he can to himself, kissing her passionately.

"Fran, I vowed to you that I would never break a promise, and I don’t intend to start. A honeymoon is what you’re asking for, so a honeymoon is what you’ll get." Max looks at her and caresses her face with his hands.

"Okay! I just can’t get enough of my handsome husband, so sue me if I want all of his attention." Fran runs her hands through his hair. "And all of his love and affection."

"Well, how do you think I feel. I have to leave my beautiful wife alone in our bed because I have to go to work and all I want to do is lie there next to her, holding her tight, never to let go." Max places his arm around Fran guiding her towards his office.

"Well, maybe my husband and your wife should meet. They seem to want the same things and perfect for each other." Fran teases him, walking slowly to enjoy the few moments before he heads to work.

"You know, we are perfect for one another, aren’t we?" Max starts nibbling on Fran’s neck causing her knees to buckle. He always knows what buttons to push and when to push them. He picks her up and carries her over to his desk. As he sits in his chair, he positions her on his lap, kissing intensely, while trying to get their clothes off.

Just then the phone rings, Niles doesn’t answer it. Max has his hands full but Fran pushes speaker phone, more accidently than intentional, and over comes CC irritated voice: "Maxwell, why aren’t you here yet? What are you doing that is taking soo long?"

Max somehow has this feeling he shouldn’t answer and just continue his pleasure with Fran, but he absently responses, realizing after the fact, why he had the feeling. "Starting to make love to Fran...." He breaks the kiss and whispers to Fran, "I didn’t just said what I think I said, did I?"

"Oh yeah!" Fran couldn’t help but to chuckle at Max’s red embarrassed face.

All that is heard now is a dial tone, either CC fainted again or she’s mad and hung up. Oh, well, Fran could care less, in fact, Niles would be proud of his boss. She mentally noted to tell Niles what just happened.

"Well, this should make working with her interesting. When I get home tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off, that’s a promise." He pulls her shirt back over her head, kissing her nose when he’s done.

Fran buttons his shirt up and then placing his tie back around his neck, fixing it ever so gracefully. She reluctantly gets up and extends her hand to help Max out of the chair. He lovingly accepts and she pulls him up.

"Honey, just don’t be too late," She winks at him and then changing her voice into a seductive whisper, Fran continues, "I’ll be waiting for you, keeping our bed warm until you return." She giggles a little as his face lights up like a little boy in a candy store.

"If we don’t stop this soon, I’ll never make it to the theater." He kisses her lightly on her lips.

"Well, in that case, c’mere." Fran grabs her husband and pulls him tight against her, feeling every inch of his body on her own.

"Fran, you know how to use guilt, this isn’t fair. Oh, Darling, you know I don’t want to leave you and go to work, but I have to." He tries to get out between her kisses.

"Okay, okay, I got the hint. Just you think about the two choices you have: choice one, you could be working all day enjoying stress; or choice two, you could be home making love to me all day long and enjoying every minute of it." She smiles broadly as she leaves him dishevel among his own thoughts.

Simply put, Fran knows what buttons to push in him too and when to do it.

All the way to the theater, Max thinks about what Fran said to him. He can’t get her out of his mind, not that he’s trying to, but her words hit him hard in the heart. He had told her that they would go on their honeymoon soon after they got back from Cape Cod, but like normal, one thing after another came up and they still haven’t gone.

The limo stops in front of the theater and Max gets out. He doesn’t see the ice on the ground, but he has this sudden thought that something is about to happen. He skids hitting his head on the cement, slipping into unconscienceness. His last thought is of Fran.....

~~~~~~~~

The more Max thinks about Fran, the more things are changing.....

Max wakes up and stares at his beautiful wife lying next to him. A strand of black hair falls in Fran Sheffield's face, but she doesn't move. She's awake, just laying there with her eyes closed, breathing in the scent of her husband, who is just centimeters from her face. She can feel hisbreath against her which makes her smile.

Max's hand brushes against Fran's cheek as he tucks the loose hair behind her ear. He lets his hand rest on her face. Fran slowly opens her eyes and looks directly into Max's. He's been staring at her for sometime now, wondering if he should really wake her or just watch her sleep. He chose the latter until he saw her smile.

His own smile gets bigger as she reaches up to touch his lips with her fingertips. He takes his hand and entwines it with hers, kissing every one of her fingers. Fran opens her mouth to say something but Max covers her lips with his, kissing her passionately.

Hands roaming familiar territory as their kisses deepen and lengthen. Max rolls on his back, bringing Fran atop him, giving into their desire and passion for each other. They start making love in the truest form, for they complete one another. Fran and Max move in the same motion, knowing exactly how to please the other over and over. Nothing is more important to them, thento completely satisfy the other.

Hours later the two decide its time to get ready for the day ahead of them. After taking their shower and fully dressed, they walk down the stairs for breakfast. The children are just behind them, all eventually meeting in the dinning room.

"Good morning, everyone!" Fran greets her children in her usual morning ritual.

"Yes, good morning, children." Max chimes in, not being able to stop gazing at Fran.

"Hi, Mom and Dad." Gracie response as she takes her seat next to Fran.

"Don't forget after school I'm going to the mall. I told Sean that I would meet him there. His sister is going to pick us up there later." Brighton smiles thinking of Lacey, Sean's sister, and her beautiful face.

As if reading Brighton's mind, Maggie makes a statement, "Brighton, you don't have a chancewith her. She's a junior at NYU...."

"Margaret, don't call your brother a toad, and Brighton it's none of your business about you sister's love life. For Margaret's sake, it better not be that good either." Max glares at the two whostare back totally confused.

"Dad, how did you know I was going to call him a toad?" Maggie asks her father unbelievable at what just happened.

"Yeah dad, how did you know what I was gonna retort back?" Brighton wants to know too.

"I don't know..." Max trails off looking at Fran for help, but she doesn't know what to say either. Max has never known what the kids what say, she would, but not Max. His eyes plead with hers and she thinks of what to do.

"Well, he can't be your father for twenty years and not know, that you two always fight, right?" Fran tries and it works as Maggie and Brighton nod in agreement.

"Sorry B, I guess I shouldn't pick on you that much. Truce?" Maggie starts out.

"Yeah I'm sorry too. Boy, this is weird. Yeah okay, truce." Brighton holds his hand out andMaggie shakes it.

"All of you better hurry up. I'm taking the limo to the theater, so you three will have to take the town car." Max tells his children, rubbing his throbbing temple, trying to hold his patience.

The kids finish their breakfast quickly, giving their parents kisses on the cheek. With the kids gone, that leaves Max and Fran alone, with the exception of Niles in the kitchen.

"Fran, thanks for saying something to the children, it's the strangest feeling. I was absolutely positive on what they were going to say. It's completely deja ve, and I don't know why."

"Honey, it happens. Most of the time I know what you're gonna say, in fact I can read your mind now." She winks mischievously at him, making him smile. "See this happens when you know someone for a long time and spend most of your time with them, which brings me back to the question I was gonna ask you. Why didn't you tell me you were going to the theater today? I thought you said, you were working here this week?" Fran looks at Max with a hurt look in her eyes.

She hates it when he goes to the theater, because it usually means he won't be home until late. She hates going to bed alone. So far this week, he's been home working in his office, which was fine with her. She can see him whenever she wants. They are newly married, in fact it's only been two months since they came home from Cape Cod and the wedding Max himself had arranged.Thinking of him and being married to Max, makes her smile, even at the moment.

"Fran Darling, I know I told you that last night." Max sees her look but he's positive he told her. He can remember telling her and talking about the play. "I told you, didn't I? I can remember the conversation." Fran shakes her head 'no'. "I really thought I did. I'm sorry. Well, anyway, CC found this play that we are competing against Andrew Lloyd Webber for. The catch is whoever draws the contracts up first, gets the rights to it. It's a good play." Max has a confused look on his face, he still can't shake the thought that he told her about it. Maybe he's losing it after all.

"Fine, I understand." Fran tries pouting to her husband, "Ya know, I thought you were gonna take a break after your last play. In fact, if my memory serves me right, you promised me a realhoneymoon."

"Fran, I will. This I haven't forgotten. Darling, when I take you on our honeymoon, I don't want to be thinking of anything but you and me. No plays, no Webber, no work. Let me finish this up and then we can figure out where we want to go."

"Alright, just you remember, you said that, Mister!"

Max finishes her sentence, "God, I am so lucky I married a very understanding woman, otherwise I'd be in a lot of trouble." Fran smiles marveling that he knew what she was just about to say. How did he know? That is the question he's asking himself, he just knew.

"Max, you just did it again. You knew my exact thought. Honey, this is starting to get weird. I know that this happens, but okay, not from you." Fran now has the confused look on her face.

"Well, I don't know, you just said yourself that if two people spend time together, well, maybe that's what it is. I've lived with your sarcasm for five years now, I should be able to figure out what you will say." Max laughs lighting up the mood a little, as Fran smacks his arm. "I am so glad to have you in my life. Spending time with you is all I want to do, that way, maybe I can figure you out more. So as soon as I find out the status of this play, I'll make reservations for ahoneymoon you'll never forget. You can count on that Mrs. Sheffield."

"You betta believe that we'll be going even if I have to drag your tuchaus there myself!" Fran snaps her fingers in the air. "Max, I have a feeling you know me better than I think you do." Max grabs her hand and pulls her up. He puts his arm around her waist bringing her as close as he can to himself, kissing her passionately.

"Fran, I vowed to you that I would never break a promise, and I don't intend to start. A honeymoon is what you're asking for, so a honeymoon is what you'll get." Max looks at her andcaresses her face with his hands.

"Okay! I just can't get enough of my handsome husband, so sue me if I want all of his attention."Fran runs her hands through his hair. "And all of his love and affection."

"Well, how do you think I feel. I have to leave my beautiful wife alone in our bed because I have to go to work and all I want to do is lie there next to her, holding her tight, never to let go." Max places his arm around Fran guiding her towards his office, thinking how much right now, he doesn't want to go to the theater and how much he wants to be here with Fran.

"Well, maybe my husband and your wife should meet. They seem to want the same things and perfect for each other." Fran teases him, walking slowly to enjoy the few moments before heheads to work.

"You know, we are perfect for one another, aren't we?" Max starts nibbling on Fran's neck causing her knees to buckle. He always knows what buttons to push and when to push them. He picks her up and carries her over to his desk. As he sits in his chair, he positions her on his lap,kissing intensely, while trying to get their clothes off.

Just then the phone rings, Niles doesn't answer it. Max has his hands full but Fran pushes speaker phone, more accidently than intentional, and over comes CC irritated voice: "Maxwell, why aren'tyou here yet? What are you doing that is taking soo long?"

Max has the deja ve again, and knows he shouldn't answer, so he continue his pleasure with Fran. Fran looks up at him and he puts a finger on her lips, silencing her and proving to her that he isn't going to answer either. So, they continue to caress and kiss and pull more clothes off.

"Maxwell, I know you're there. Why aren't you answering and why is Nanny Fine breathing heavily. Ugh...what are you too doing?" CC starts yelling into the phone and Max can't take muchmore.

"For bloody hell, CC, I'm just in the middle of making love to Fran!" Max's face bursts into flaming red as he looks at Fran and whispers to her. "I didn't just shout that, did I?"

"Oh yeah!" Fran couldn't help but to chuckle at Max's red embarrassed face.

All that is heard now is a dial tone, either CC fainted again or she's mad and hung up. Oh, well, Fran could care less, in fact, Niles would be proud of his boss. She mentally noted to tell Nileswhat just happened.

"Well, this should make working with her interesting. When I get home tonight, we'll pick up where we left off, that's a promise." He pulls her shirt back over her head and helps her with her skirt, kissing her nose when he's done.

Fran buttons his shirt up and then placing his tie back around his neck, fixing it ever so gracefully, then she buttons his pants back up. She reluctantly gets up and extends her hand to help Max out of the chair. He lovingly accepts and she pulls him up.

"Honey, just don't be too late," She winks at him and then changing her voice into a seductive whisper, Fran continues, "I'll be waiting for you, keeping our bed warm until you return." She giggles a little as his face lights up like a little boy in a candy store.

"If we don't stop this soon, I'll never make it to the theater." He kisses her lightly on her lips.

"Well, in that case, c'mere." Fran grabs her husband and pulls him tight against her, feeling every inch of his body on her own.

Max readily accepts her invitation and it continues for quite some time, his heart says he shouldn't be going to work, but his brain talks himself into going. The sooner the play is ready the sooner they can get away.

"Fran, you know how to use guilt, this isn't fair. Oh, Darling, you know I don't want to leave you and go to work, but I have to." He tries to get out between her kisses.

"Okay, okay, I got the hint. Just you think about the two choices you have: choice one, you could be working all day enjoying stress; or choice two, you could be home making love to me all day long and enjoying every minute of it." She smiles broadly as she leaves him dishevel among hisown thoughts.

Simply put, Fran knows what buttons to push in him too and when to do it.

All the way to the theater, Max thinks about what Fran said to him. He can't get her out of his mind, not that he's trying to, but her words hit him hard in the heart. He had told her that they would go on their honeymoon soon after they got back from Cape Cod, but like normal, one thing after another came up and they still haven't gone.

The limo stops in front of the theater and Max gets out. He doesn't see the ice on the ground, but he knows that something is going to happen, but he doesn't figure it out in time. He skids hitting his head on the cement, slipping into unconscienceness. His last thought is of Fran.....

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