I'll Love You Forever
This is my second FanFic, and my first M, and Nanny Fic. I take critisism very well, as long as it's not TOO cruel R&R!
Chapter 1: The Letter
Fran was up in her room chatting away with her 6 week boyfriend, Peter, an Italian millionaire who has a head of hair you could lose a hand in. She'd finally just begun to recover
from "The Thing" and decided it was time to move on.
Max was completely out of his mind. He was still fuming about the information he had recently received. Miss Fine in a relationship? With a guy totally wrong for her. And he knew
exactly why this was bothering him. He was deeply in love with the bloody woman. Why did he take back "The Thing" if he's in love with her? Because he's afraid she wouldn't feel the
same way. That and he was completely terrified of a commitment. He was head over heels jealous of her boyfriend, Peter. He wanted to be the one hugging, kissing, and dating Fran. He
wanted to take her in his arms, kiss her for all she was worth, and marry her. he wanted to be the one Fran loved, the one Fran married, the one she spent the rest of her life with, and
most of all he wanted to have a family with her. He would wish every morning before he opened his eyes, that her chocolate brown ones were looking back at him, with her dark curls cascading over the pillow, and with her, somehow, in his arms where she belonged.
Fran hung up the phone and sighed out of happiness, but it included a tinge of sorrow. Peter had proposed to her and she had accepted. Tomorrow she would move into his
place, and leave the Sheffield's residence as Maggie, Brighton, and Gracie didn't need looking after anymore. It was hurting already, her heart, for the wedding would be the following
week and at this moment, would have to inform the household she would be leaving. First things first, she had to tell Max.
Max was sitting in the kitchen planning out how he was going to show Fran his real feelings for her, when she walked into the room. Almost immediately his heart began to
pound violently in his chest. "Mista Sheffield?" her nasal voice rang in his ears. "Yes Miss Fine?" He replied concerned, he could tell something was wrong by the tone of her voice. She sat
next to him and her perfume intoxicated his senses. "Well Mista Sheffield," she began, "I'm sure you know how much I value working here and well… the kids are growing up. They don't
need me anymore, and I doubt YOU need me here." She put a strong emphasis on 'you'. Max couldn't believe his ears! Fran was leaving them, leaving him. His heart felt like it had been
torn into tine pieces, and thrown out the window into oblivion. "What caused you to make this… decision? I mean I KNOW the children still need you… I know… I need you." Max
whispered, still horrified at what she said before. "Well Mista Sheffield, Peter and I are getting mar… wait…. WHAT?" Fran replied, just beginning to process what he told her. "I… I… need
you." Max said in a voice so low, it was barely audible to Fran. He was hoping to the heavens she would see he was telling the truth, dump Peter, and then they could be together at last.
Her heart fluttered up into her throat. He had just said he needed her! She's been trying to get him to admit that as soon as she realized his feelings for her. And especially since
"The Thing". But as quickly as the love and joy entered her heart, it left and transformed into a pit of anger. "Liar!" she screamed, "I know what you're doing! I bet you're just saying all
that so you can keep me here, and sting me along FOREVA! How dare you Maxwell Sheffield! How DARE you!" By then, millions of tears were threatening to spill over the edge. In order to
avoid Max seeing her break down, she ran at lightning speed up the stairs and into her room. Once she made sure the door was locked, and the inter-com was off, the poor heart-broken
girl buried her head into her pillow and cried until there were no more tears left to cry. Fran stood up, walked over to her desk and began to write a letter.
Max just sat at the table, staring at the seat where Fran was just before she ran upstairs. His heart felt like an apartment complex after a wrecking ball had demolished it. She
didn't believe him. Niles walked into the kitchen and saw his boss sitting there looking very depressed. "Sir? Is there something wrong?" Max didn't answer. He couldn't. He was incapable
of comeing up with a response. His mouth and throat were dry. His brain was numb. It was the worst feeling in the world.
LATER THAT DAY… … … … … … … …
Max walked into his office, and sat on the edge of the couch sighing out of pain and sorrow. Fran was absolutely nowhere to be found. They searched and searched. For hours
and hours they searched. Just then he saw a small fancy envelope on his desk. He stood up and picked up the letter. It was addressed to him… from Miss Fine. He opened it. And it read:
Dear Mista Sheffield… Max,
These past years have been the greatest of my entire life. I've come to really love the children… and you as well. Yes, I said it. I'm in love with you. So very deeply in love, and I thought
you felt the same way I did when you told me you loved me, but then you took it back and my whole world came crashing down. I cried. Night after night I cried because of how deeply you hurt
me. As I began writing this letter, tears sprung up into my eyes and flowed down my cheeks freely. I'm just a former chubby kid from Queens, a complete schlub, and I stupidly let myself fall for
you, a handsome british millionaire who has everything he could ever want. Well Max the truth is, I don't want to cry anymore. I want to be happy. So I accepted Peter's proposal and we are to be
married exactly one week and two days after the date on this letter. Goodbye forever.
I'll love you forever,
Fran Fine
R&R Everyone!