None of The Nanny's characters belong to me and of course no infringement is meant by this story. As usual, it's only an attempt to give something in return for all I have received.
This one is an alternative ending to "The Car Show".
"If you want to be loved, then love!"
Seneca
by
Gabrielle
(gmrde@yahoo.de)
After her talk with Niles Fran Fine waltzed into her employer's office in one of her tight and loud outfits. She smiled gently at the sight of that adorable man who was currently occupied with some paperwork. His jacket hung on the backrest of his desk-chair and as usual, he looked enormously handsome in his dark trousers, white shirt and tie. Just the mere thought of what a sweet man he was behind his already very appealing outside appearance made Fran feel very warm and happy inside. What he had done for her had been just so sweet.
"Mr Sheffield, I know what you did," she addressed him and Maxwell looked up from his work to see his nanny walk over to him and then take her usual place on the edge of his desk.
She looked beautiful as always, but today she had that extra sparkle in her eyes that could make him melt and warm his heart so easily. He had an inkling what she was aiming at when she crossed her long legs one over another in a most enticing manner. She looked at him adorably with that thankful smile on her lips.
Originally he had meant to keep his doing in her regaining her self-confidence secret, but somehow he also was happy she had found out about his little deception, for it gave him the opportunity to show her that he really cared about her. There had been many times when they had been very close throughout the years, which he had liked a lot, and of course the recent events – the "tattoo" incident for instance, as he secretly called it – had had their influence on his relationship with Miss Fine - just like Miss Fine had a big influence on him and his life in general - and he liked that too, even though sometimes - like when she had tried to get him and his father back together - she had caused a whole lot of trouble.
He liked feeling closer again, especially after the "thing". He hadn’t liked the troublesome and tense time after it a single bit, but he knew that he was the one to be blamed for this, not her. Back then on the plane he had been so afraid of losing her and he hadn’t wanted to go without telling her how he felt, but after they had landed safely, those old anxieties of his had come back, torturing his mind. He had panicked and taken his confession of love back, trying to save himself and her from heartache and pain. Of course she had tortured him about it and somehow he could even understand her reaction. Fortunately she seemed to have calmed down and no matter how much he loved her fire and fighting with her, he liked it better when things were going well between them.
These days things were going well and Maxwell enjoyed it, especially after having been so busy during the last few weeks, which made him somehow feel like having neglected her. Of course he had missed her company and he knew he had asked much of her when he had made her not only see after his children but after his brother too, while he was busy with Babcock/Sheffield Productions’ latest play. He just had been occupied with work and now that things were a little calmer with the business, he enjoyed being 'back on track' so to speak, enjoying their flirting and their little games.
He looked at her. She didn't seem to be upset about his act and seeing her happy made him happy as well. Indeed the atmosphere in the office was very relaxed and nice and Maxwell felt in the mood for fooling around a little. So he decided to tease her somewhat, just to trigger off her contagious and unique laugh once more.
"Oh! Oh, well Miss Fine, James and Barbra insisted we go out for a drink. I…I couldn't find you," he said innocently, giving his best ‘oblivious-to-anything-Maxwell-Sheffield’ impression.
"I'm not talking about that," she answered generously, but then her expression changed as she realized what he just had said.
"You WHAT?" she squeaked and Maxwell had to smile inwardly. Not only she could have her ways with him, he knew exactly how to get her as well. He grinned, pointing at her.
"Gotcha!" he chuckled and he was rewarded by her joining him with her nasal laughter.
"Let's go back to what you were saying," he advised in curious anticipation.
"I know that you were pretending to be sick to get me to drive. I'll tell you: it's just so adorable how you can't really express the way you feel. Like all the times when you jell and scream at me, when in reality, you want to hug me," she said leaning forward so that he was inebriated a little by the scent of her perfume. He felt a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but grin sheepishly.
"Well,…" he returned as he started to play with his pen, grinning nervously.
"And all those times you fired me, when in reality," she paused "you want to kiss me," she nailed him down as she looked at him through her narrowed, shining eyes seductively.
Now he felt really embarrassed and like a little school boy.
"All right," he admitted, blushing slightly as he dropped his pencil onto the desk. He nervously started to rub his temple with a silly and embarrassed grin on his face This woman really knew how to get him and Maxwell felt sheepish as his ears were starting to get hot and he moved in his chair uncomfortably.
"When you told me you loved me and then took it back when in reality…"
Maxwell realized they were entering dangerous grounds and so he was quick with his answer.
"No, actually that I meant."
"I hate you," she immediately replied.
He leaned back and his reply came smoothly and self-confident.
"No, you don't. You really want to hug me."
"OK, I'm busted," she admitted as she hopped off his desk to close the distance between herself and Maxwell, who opened his arms to fold her into a heartfelt embrace.
Holding her surely felt good and Maxwell simply felt happy at this particular moment. That was the way things were meant to be: Miss Fine and him hugging and feeling good, not fighting and feeling miserable about it, as he usually was when having had an argument with his pretty nanny.
Niles was just passing the office door. He stopped and smiled happily as he witnessed his employer and Miss Fine hugging, obviously enjoying it a lot. Finally they were on the right track to happiness – even though they sometimes seemed to take a lot of detours and even go into different directions on a path that was designed to be taken by them together. Niles felt pretty proud since his long work with and on those two finally seemed to pay off.
He was about to go on, leaving them to their privacy, as he heard his employer ask Miss Fine:
"Tell me Miss Fine, just out of curiosity: How did you know I was faking?"
Niles's heart dropped a little and he quickly stepped into the room in order to keep Miss Fine from blabbing, since he knew how much Mr Sheffield didn't like his 'yentaing'. Well, he did have a part in this, but he didn't necessarily need his boss to find out. In a helpless and unsuccessful waving gesture he tried to make Miss Fine not say anything, but he knew it would be pointless anyway, not only because her back was turned to him.
"Oh, Niles spilled the beans" he heard the muffled sound of her voice.
The Sheffields' butler winced a little - this time not because of her voice, as usual, but at her giving him away and his employer's annoyed look at this information, who now – unbeknown to Miss Fine - ordered him silently to come closer by pointing near him in a strict gesture.
Niles shook his head and refused to come closer. He looked like a puppy in anticipation of his master's punishment for gnawing his slippers. As Maxwell repeated his gesture, this time more accentuated, Niles shook his head again and still wouldn't come. Instead he pulled his head in like a turtle and as his boss was about to try for another time, he seemed to have already forgotten what his point had been anyway due to Miss Fine's strokes and her combing his hair. Maxwell felt a little dizzy and slightly weak in the knees, as her body gently rubbed against his while they were swaying, and so he dismissed his friend with a waving gesture.
Maxwell sighed contently as he was holding her. Her soft hair felt good under his fingers and he once more realized that his good feeling came from simply being totally in love with her. He didn't spare a thought for worry, because right now it was just too much of a nice feeling to have it spoilt by anything. He just enjoyed every second and neither of them cared that the appropriate time-span for a friendly hug had long passed. He felt her gentle strokes and caresses as he wrapped his arm around her more tightly, closing his eyes in a happy smile.
They remained in their embrace for a long while until they realized that they were really overstretching the duration of their closeness.
They pulled back, but still remained with their arms loosely around each other, their bodies still touching. Both were smiling and somehow it seemed only natural that they moved closer again to kiss each other softly. Only after this little kiss they realized what they had just done and they gave each other a look that showed the way they were feeling about each other clearly, although neither of them said anything. They stared into each other’s eyes and both simultaneously leaned in again to share another kiss, but this time it wasn’t only a small peck, but a long and loving exchange of feelings. There was no hurry and both enjoyed the gentle caressing of the other one’s tongue and lips brushing each other softly, sending wonderful feelings through their bodies and souls.
They slowly ended their kiss and their eyes met again.
Fran was still a little surprised that he was still continuing to hold her. Normally he backed off quickly whenever something intimate happened between them. He really seemed in a very good mood today and she tried to make use of it before it would alter.
She looked at him with an honest and open expression. "I like it when we’re kissing," she stated and at the same time she was wondering how easily it had come out.
Maxwell was surprised at her frank statement and somehow he didn’t feel like wiggling out of the situation this time. He had enjoyed it himself - no, more than that, it had meant very much to him like any other time they were sharing something like this. Regardless of his concerns, he had to admit that he was tired of hiding, or better fighting, his feelings for her, and if he was honest to himself, he had to admit as well, that he wanted to do things like this with her more often. With each year he had felt his need to be with her increase and now he realized he had reached a stage where he couldn’t and didn’t want to deny it any longer. Perhaps this was the time to stop worrying about what bad things could happen in the future. Perhaps this was the time to start living again.
He examined her face.
"So do I," he admitted in a whisper.
She smiled but then her face got serious.
"So why aren't we doing it more often?" she dared to inquire and her heartbeat accelerated in anticipation of his reaction.
Maxwell gave her a long look, absorbing her beauty and the message, her eyes were sending him. He really couldn't tell what it was: maybe the pleasant feeling of her proximity, the relaxed atmosphere or the frank and anxious look in her deep brown eyes, but he felt himself fall all over again for her in that very moment. Yes, perhaps it really was about time to finally stop fighting his feelings and to get on with life.
He brought up one hand to brush back a strand of her long, dark hair from her eyebrow tucking it behind her ear, which sent a pleasant shiver long her spine.
"From now on we will."
"Whaaat?" she asked in a low voice, almost chuckling in disbelief at what she had just heard.
He let go of her to take her hands into his. He brought them up with his own and held them to his chest.
"Miss Fine, I think that we really shouldn't go on with our relationship the way we have been in the past," he said stressing his words by shaking his head. "I mean this undefined 'off-and-on' thing we have going on between us really has to end - for our own sakes. It's merely unsatisfying and confusing for either of us."
He held his speech for a moment to inhale as he put his hands on her waist and stepped closer again. She could see the vein on his throat pulsating with his increased heartbeat and she could feel it against her chest, too as he pulled her to his body.
"So I'm trying to change a few things." He paused and exhaled. "That is if you want that too" he finished, giving her a questioning look.
She looked at his serious but yet anxious expression and she found herself at a lack of words, so she just nodded her agreement, thus causing that adorable smile, she had come to love so much. A wave of happiness ran through her body and as they were sharing a silent conversation through their eyes. Maxwell bent down and rubbed his nose against hers affectionately. Then he touched her lips in a soft kiss. He slightly kissed her responding lips another time and so a line of small kisses lead them to another long and deep kiss.
They only stopped when there was a knock on the door followed by Niles's entrance. For a short moment the butler was surprised to find them kissing, but then he smiled and got back to the reason for his disturbing. Maxwell held Fran's gaze for a moment longer and smiled, before he let go of her, leaving his left hand rested on the small of her back lightly before he turned his attention to his butler.
"Yes, Niles? What is it?"
"Sorry to interrupt you, Sir, but your five o'clock appointment has just arrived. Shall I lead him in?"
"Oh! Oh, yes. Thank you, old man. Tell him, I'll be with him in a minute, please."
"Of course, Sir," Niles nodded and went to close the door behind him. But before he disappeared completely, he gave Fran a big grin and a wink.
Maxwell rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.
"Who is it? Any drop dead gorgeous celebrity? Can I have an autograph?" Fran wanted to know excitedly.
"Well, Miss Fine, that depends on what you’d call ‘celebrity’. It’s my attorney, who’s checking some contracts I set up, so I think that doesn’t count does it?"
"Oh, well, you can’t expect too much from one day I guess." She shrugged her shoulders.
He smiled. "So, Miss Fine. As much as I’m enjoying your company, I'm afraid business calls," he said with an apologetic look.
"No problem, Mr Sheffield, as long as I know you're not going to take it back or forget where we were."
He gave her a 'did-that-really-have-to-be?' look, but then she slapped him playfully on his arm.
"Gotcha back!" she laughed nasally. Then she stood on her toes and gave him one final peck.
"See ya later," she bade him goodbye before she made her way out of his office, leaving Maxwell behind with a grin on his face.
*****
Within the next days Maxwell tried to fulfil his promise but as a matter of fact there weren't many opportunities when they were alone. But they managed to sneak in a few pecks and he was enjoying it immensely. He only wished he had the chance of kissing her more often, though. But on the other hand he found their 'hide-and-seek' pattern quite exciting, for he'd never know when or where there would be the next chance of pursuing his newly acquainted favourite spare-time activity. And the best thing about it was that he had no concerns about it or wasn’t intimidated by his fears of the future. He simply enjoyed it and he was pretty sure she did too.
He was sitting on the kitchen counter, reading the paper. Ten minutes ago he had been sitting in his office and had decided to take a break from work in order to have a cup of tea and find out about the things going on in the world. With the currently calm business and CC out for the week to charm some money out of some potential backers in California, the only thing to do, was tend to some paperwork, which was not exactly exciting, so a break had seemed highly welcome. The children were at school and he didn't know where their nanny presently was. He hadn't seen her since breakfast.
Niles's voice brought him back to the kitchen.
"Sir, I'm off shopping. Is there anything you'd like me to bring?" his faithful friend wanted to know.
"Oh, no. Thank you," he smiled thankfully.
"All right, Sir."
Niles exited through the back door and the Broadway producer turned his attention back to his paper, until he heard the back door being opened again, revealing Miss Fine. He let his paper sink down and took his glasses off. He looked at her more closely. She was wearing a tight, short-sleeved, black turtleneck with one single white stripe running from one arm across her chest to the other arm, a matching white mini-skirt and her usual high heels. The white band she wore in her hair was very becoming of her. She was simply a vision, as usual. He smiled at her charmingly.
"Hello, Miss Fine. You look stunning today."
"Ahhh, Mr Sheffield! Thank you," she beamed back at him and posed shortly so that he could admire her outfit more closely. Then she hung her purse on the backrest of one of the chairs at the kitchen table and walked over to the cupboard where she took out one of the mugs. The water in the kettle was still hot and so she poured herself a cup, casually dropping a teabag into it. She walked over to the kitchen counter and took the milk from the isle between them. Then she poured a white stream into the tea, which soon alternated the colour from dark brown to creamy beige. Then she proceeded with the sugar. Maxwell had to smile, as he was watching her, since he knew she was going to measure two and a half spoons of sugar, put it into the cup and then stir it with the spoon several times in both directions, first to the left and then to the right and then one final time to the left, which she did indeed. She recognized his smile.
"What?" she inquired with a puzzled expression. His smile widened and she repeated her question. "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing, Miss Fine," he said gently shaking his head. "So, what have you been up to this morning?" he inquired casually in order to change the subject, taking a sip from his mug.
"Oy. You won't believe it. Val's cousin's daughter's prom is about and so we were trying to find a dress for her in a sale-out at Loehmann's and some old brat had an eye on the only ‘to-die-for’gown which would go perfectly for Val's relative, but the woman insisted it would be the dress for her granddaughter, who – believe me – was way too chubby for it anyway, and when we started fighting over the gown, Val had to pretend to be suffocating due to an allergic reaction, so that the woman would be distracted long enough for me to snatch the dress from her. But it was worth the trouble, it's just so awesome on little Susie – and it was 70% off, too," she finally finished, giving a little happy squeak.
Maxwell shook his head and chuckled slightly.
"What about your day? Anything exciting so far?" she nodded towards his paper as she made her way to the fridge, but when she was passing him by, he caught her by surprise as he stopped her from proceeding by slipping his left arm along her belly from aside. He pulled her towards his stool into a loose embrace, one of his thighs on either side of her hips and his hands on her waist.
"Not until now" he answered, before he reached her smiling lips with his.
Fran gladly responded to his kiss. She really enjoyed Mr Sheffield living up to his promise, even though she regretted that they hadn’t had the chance of doing it more often during the last few days. Kissing him was always special, not only because he was a marvellous kisser, but because they had something special between them, whose effect was deepened when they were kissing.
They closed with a small peck and a smile.
"Well, I hope that was exciting enough for you for a start," Maxwell said, winking at her.
"Boy, it sure was," she raised her eyebrows and gave him her brightest smile before he let go of her in order to let her go on with what she had been about to do before their kiss.
"So apart from that, no big backer-deals for today?" she wanted to know while she opened the fridge.
"Well, not really. There is some desk-work that needs to be finished but not very urgently and frankly…I don't feel much like it anyway."
He leaned a little to the left to enjoy the view of her cute behind and long legs more closely, which sent his thoughts anywhere else but work.
She closed the door, holding a plate with the remains of yesterday's coffee-cake in her right hand, which she placed on the counter next to him. Then she walked over to the cupboard again to take out two plates.
"Then don't do it," she simply advised, accentuating her idea by shrugging her shoulders.
"Miss Fine, I don't think I could drop anything just like that" he said now waving his own hand in an indifferent gesture. CC is in Los Angeles to schmooze new backers and so I could at least get rid of some of the dusty paper-work. That would be only fair," he explained.
She shrugged again.
"Well, as you wish. But remember that you are the boss, right? I mean, one free day surely won't ruin your business, will it? And you have been working too much lately anyway. The kids have barely seen you and a day off would surely do you good."
Maxwell had to admit she had a point there and taking the rest of the day off was tempting.
"Well…I don't know Miss Fine…," he half-heartedly trailed off, pulling a face.
"Oh, come on. A successful, hard-working man eventually deserves a rest. With this beautiful day we might even drive to the beach somewhere and enjoy a nice picnic or something," she continued as she placed a piece of cake on the plate in font of him.
The thought of spending his day with her alone like she had suggested, was too tempting and as he looked outside at the sunny day, he really didn't feel like staying inside the office, while on the other hand he could pretty well relax a little with this enticing woman by his side.
"Oh… all right," he gave in and soon they were busy packing a basket for their picnic, leaving a note for Niles and the children not to wait for them with dinner.
*****
Two and a half-hours later they felt the fine white sand tickling their bare feet as they were walking along the beach. Fran had replaced her skirt by a pair of tight white jeans and Maxwell was wearing beige summer trousers, an apricot polo-shirt and a beige woollen jumper was draped loosely around his shoulders, the sleeves dangling with his movements.
After a short while they found the ideal place on the deserted beach, even though they most likely were the only people to have come up north this far anyway, especially on a weekday, so the beach was all theirs.
While Fran spread their blanket and began to unpack, Maxwell walked back to the car to pick up the wood they had brought along for a campfire because Fran had insisted that a real 'New York picnic' traditionally had to go with roasting marshmallows.
Maxwell shook his head at that idea, but he couldn’t say he was uninterested in submitting to her suggestion to have a campfire on the beach. He picked up the wood and brought it back to the isolated spot they had chosen, where Fran had already set up their picnic and it looked gorgeous. He prepared a hollow in the sand and put up some of the sticks and logs in the form of a little tent in order to light them. Then he brushed the sand off his trousers and joined Fran on the blanket and they started their picnic.
They were enjoying the food, their time and each other immensely and they were having a blast roasting the Marshmallows on the edges of the licking flames of their campfire, eventually feeding each other from their sticks.
Later Maxwell was propped up on his left elbow and forearm, his right leg crossed over his left at his ankles. He was holding a glass of red wine in his right hand, staring into the calmly crackling fire they had set up. Fran sat to his left, he legs bent and her heels pulled to her behind. She supported herself with her right arm while she played with a couple of shells she had picked up earlier during a walk along the beach.
She looked at him while he was staring through the fire towards the sea and the glistening reflections of the already fading sunlight on it. The wind was tousling his hair, which made him even more attractive to her. She studied his handsome and thoughtful profile, illuminated slightly by the warm light of the campfire.
He took the last sip of his wine and turned to his left in order to place the empty glass next to their basket which was placed in the sand above their heads. Then he leaned back and crossed his fingers behind his neck, sighing with content.
"Ahh, Miss Fine, it really was a great idea to come out here. I can't remember the last time I have felt like this."
"See? I told you it would do you good." She smiled affectionately.
"It most certainly did, Miss Fine. Thanks for making me go," he smiled and closed his eyes as he inhaled the fresh ocean air once again.
"My pleasure," she answered as his smile remained on his face.
A silence settled, during which Fran watched the content display on his face and she was happy to see this side of Maxwell Sheffield. He could just be so sweet and alluring. And so irresistibly attractive.
She reached out to brush his grey streak back and his smile got bigger as he enjoyed her touch. She brushed along his cheek towards his chest, where she let her hand rest, feeling his steady heartbeat.
"You know, Mr Sheffield," she started in a soft voice "you really have to think about Maxwell Sheffield the man every once in a while, and not only of Maxwell Sheffield the Broadway producer or Maxwell Sheffield the father."
He opened his eyes and looked at her with a suddenly dreamy expression.
"You know, you're right, Miss Fine."
Maxwell brought his right hand up to cup her face. He caressed her temple with his thumb and she smiled gently at him. She was touched by the warm and caring expression in his eyes.
"Absolutely right," he confirmed as he lifted his head and pulled hers gently towards his at the same time. It felt good to feel his lips again and Fran willingly sank back with him onto their blanket.
She enjoyed the feeling of his chest against hers. Maxwell’s fingers were caressing her scalp gently as he slid them through her soft hair. It all came very naturally and they deepened the kiss slowly. Maybe the peaceful atmosphere and the wine helped a little as Maxwell pulled her gently atop him. Then he started to explore her body with his fingertips and warm hands. He touched and caressed her very slowly and gently so that she could stop him if she wanted. But Fran had no idea of stopping him. Instead of doing so, she returned his gestures very carefully, reading his reactions as they increased their advances slowly. She caressed his chest and slid one of her hands into the opened button tape of his polo-shirt, causing his skin to prickle with the sensation.
Maxwell slowly slid his hands under her turtleneck, where he let his fingertips roam cautiously as if he were a blind man, who tried to learn everything through his exploring touch. It felt wonderful and Maxwell realized that this was either the moment to stop or to share a path which would mean that there was no going back ever. He rolled her over on her back, lying half atop of her. Then he slowly pulled away from their kiss and looked at her seriously.
"Fran…," his voice choked with emotion and him being roused "you know you mean the world to me." He paused to look into her big, dark eyes. He sighed and shook his head lightly as he was unable to put everything he was feeling in that particular moment into words.
"I want so much to make love to you…but I want you to know that to me that would mean forever. So if you don't feel the same way, we'd better stop right here as long as we still can."
Fran was mesmerized by the vulnerable expression on his face and she loved him even more at this very moment than she already had before. She caressed his handsome face and felt the slight stubble under her fingertips.
Her own voice was heavy with emotion too as she answered him. "I do feel the same, Max" she whispered. "I have for a long time and I always will."
The happiness that filled his heart after he had heard her words was reflected in his twinkling eyes. He felt relieved, happy, excited and overwhelmed, all at the same time.
"I love you, Fran," he finally confessed hoarsely.
She closed her eyes shortly and took a calm breath as if she wanted to inhale his words to her core. Finally he had said it, and by the look in his eyes she knew this time he wouldn’t take it back. She ran her hand from his cheek to his neck, caressing his hair.
"And I love you," she spoke the words out for the first time.
They looked at each other for a long moment before she pulled him down and they finally gave in to their feelings and mutual love for each other as they picked up where they had left off to share the utmost intimacy of truly making love with each other.
*****
Fran enjoyed the fresh breeze and Maxwell’s arms embracing her from behind. She was a little cold, so she leant back some more and rested her head against his right shoulder, feeling his warmth against her back. She felt safe and comfortable in his arms as she was sitting between his spread and angled legs. Her eyes were directed to a remote place somewhere on the ocean as she let her fingers run over his denim-covered shins and knees tenderly. They were sitting in silence, watching some seagulls gliding playfully on the invisible waves created by the cool ocean wind until one of the birds landed close to their blanket, hoping for some of the remains of their picnic. Fran broke a big piece of bread from their loaf and threw it casually over to the sea-bird, which gladly took it, took off and landed about 20 yards away, followed by its winged companions, trying to get their share of the ‘loot’.
"I think that’s the first time I have ever seen anyone of the Fine-family give away food voluntarily," Maxwell teased her and Fran slapped his thigh slightly for his witty remark.
Then another breeze made her shiver a little and Maxwell wrapped his arms around her more tightly, kissing her temple.
"Are you cold, darling?" he asked against her head and his breath tickled her scalp.
She had to smile.
"A little" she admitted and pulled her bare feet closer to her body.
"No wonder, darling. We’ve been out here for almost the whole day. I think we’d better start packing and get ready for going home. We wouldn’t want to get lost in the dark."
"Can’t we stay just a few more minutes?" she inquired. "You know how much I love this place."
"I know. So do I" he sighed with content. "It brings back memories," he added.
"Yes, it does. And boy, what kind of memories," she stressed with a big grin as she brought up her arms to slide her hands into the sleeves of his jumper, caressing his forearms teasingly.
"You’re telling me?" he raised his eyebrows, still amazed at how things had turned out. "Oh, Fran, that night was just so…," he was looking for the right words "so …’wow’. Just like any other night with you in the past three years, but back then it was something special." He paused. "You know, that night I had been a bit afraid of our first love-making, I mean I was worried whether I could live up to your expectations, but it turned out quite well, didn’t it, my darling?" He kissed her temple another time.
"Yes, it did, honey. But who would have thought you would propose and marry me so quickly afterwards."
"I told you, it meant forever, Fran," she could feel his smile against her cheek.
He freed himself from her arms carefully in order to spread his masculine hands over her swollen abdomen to stroke it with his fingers.
She looked down on her belly and his hands as they were spread protectively over the result of their mutual love for each other. She brought her small hands on the backs of his and entwined their fingers. Their matching wedding bands glistened in the last beams of a setting sun and Fran felt completely at ease and simply happy.
"Yes, forever it will be," she answered happily without any doubt.
The End
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