I'm back everyone. This idea just came to me today, so I had to write it down. This one is just a cute little romantic tale I hope you will enjoy.
Fran awakened to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Should I join him? Turning on her side, Fran faced Maxwell's side of the bed. She let her hand slide over his pillow, picturing his head resting there, his handsome face gazing back at her. Letting out a yawn Fran thought of last night, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
Maxwell emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Standing in front of the mirror of Fran's vanity he ran his hands through his wet hair. Neatly combing it through he proceeded to get dressed.
Casually dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a black polo shirt he gazed over at his wife, who was still asleep. Standing over her he lightly brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. Smiling, he made his way downstairs to continue planning their special day.
Fran's eyes once again fluttered open, but from a gentle touch. She knew exactly who it was. Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand Fran stretched, then got out of bed to start her day.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Fran stood behind the island, preparing a cup of coffee. She was startled when a pair of arms slid around her waist.
"Guess who?" a voice said.
Fran rolled her eyes. "Max, I know it's you. I'd recognize that accent a mile away."
"Well, I could've been Niles."
"Yeah, but Niles doesn't wear the same cologne that you wear. And since when does Niles wrap his arms around my waist?" She laughed.
He too rolled his eyes. "Alright, you got me. By the way, happy anniversary, darling," he whispered against her ear, then kissing her temple.
Fran placed her arms over his. "I was getting worried you didn't remember."
Max let out a short laugh. "Sweetheart, I would never forget our anniversary. What kind of husband would I be to forget the most memorable day of our lives?"
Fran turned in his arms and was now facing him. "I know you'd never forget, I was just teasing," she said, chucking his chin with her fingers.
"You can tease me anytime, Mrs. Sheffield," he chuckled.
"Maybe I will, Mr. Sheffield." Fran smiled, leaning closer until their noses touched.
Max placed a hand on her cheek, letting it weave through her curly hair. He bent down and kissed her lips gently at first. He could feel her lips teasing his as their kiss deepened.
"Mom, Dad! Is that really necessary?" Jonah whines, seeing his parents' romantic gestures towards one another.
Pulling apart Max stared at his youngest son. "Yes it is, son. I love showing your mother how much she means to me."
"Well, that's good for you, but do you have to do it in here? You know, other people walk in here."
"Yes, but today's a very special day, Jonah. It's your mother and I's fifteenth anniversary."
Jonah took a seat at the kitchen table. "That long, huh?" He smiled.
"Shouldn't you be at school by now?" Fran said, eager to be alone with her husband again.
Jonah picked up a granola bar and started unwrapping it. "I should, but I don't have to be."
"Don't be smart, young man," Max scolded. "Where's your sister? Shouldn't she be going with you?"
"Man, are you that eager to be alone together so you two can..." Jonah didn't finish his sentence, he just tried to erase the mental picture he had of his parents, doing who knows what.
Fran smacked her son's shoulder. "You didn't answer your Father's question, where's your sister? Ugh, why ask. Eve!" Fran shouted.
Jonah and Max winced, hearing Fran's loud nasally cry echo throughout the house.
"I'm comin', I'm comin', geesh. Sorry, Ma, but I had a little trouble with my hair this morning," Eve said, running her hand through her styled, curly hair.
"It looks gorgeous today, honey," Fran complimented.
Eve smiled back at her mother.
"Very pretty, just like your Mother," Max replied.
"Daddy," Eve giggled.
"Okay, off to school. Have a great day, bye. I love you," Fran quickly stated.
Jonah and Eve were about to leave when they both stopped.
"Don't forget, I won't be home till later, I have baseball practice today," Jonah said.
"Oh, yeah, and I'm staying after today to audition for the school play. Plus I have to practice my violin some more before our concert next week. You guys won't forget will you?" Eve asked.
"It's written down on my calendar, Eve," Max reassured his daughter. He was proud that one of his kids decided to take up playing an instrument. Well, Maggie did many years ago, but Eve stuck with it, and was actually pretty good.
The twins turned and headed out the door, on their way.
"Oh, and good luck with your audition today, Eve!" Max called out.
"Thanks, Daddy."
"Just remember what I told you—"
"I know, I know," Eve interrupted. She remembered when she told her father she was going to audition for the school play. He was so excited he made her stay up all night lecturing her on good acting techniques. "I'll remember. Bye, love you!"
"We love you, too," Fran and Max said at once.
Facing her husband she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now that we're alone..." Fran whispered.
She was about to kiss him when Niles and CC burst through the kitchen door arguing. Fran and Max pulled apart, frustrated.
"How many times do I have to tell you Niles? Don't iron my underwear," CC said.
"Well, when I saw them I thought they were mine. But I never get tired of hearing it," he smiled.
"Oh, stop. You've seen my underwear a million times."
"I know, it's just my favorite joke."
CC let out a hearty laugh.
"Are ya done?" Fran asked with a smile.
CC noticed how Max's arms were still around Fran's waist. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you two in the middle of something here?"
"No, we just decided to see how long we could stand here like this."
CC laughed again. "That's a good one, Fran. Did Niles teach you his sarcastic remarks?"
Seeing Fran's frustrated expression, and remembering what day it was he thought it best if they left. "Come along chicken, it's time to go lay those eggs," Niles said, pulling CC back out of the kitchen.
Fran gazed back into Maxwell's eyes. "Finally, we're alone at last." Attempting to kiss him again Max pulled away at the last second.
Fran angrily glared at him. "You too."
"Now, darling. Don't worry we'll have all day to be alone together, I promise. But first I have to finish planning our day."
"Fine, but make it quick."
"I love you," Max said, trying to lighten Fran's mood. It worked, as usual.
Fran sighed. Every time he spoke those three little words it made her melt inside. "I love you more," Fran responded.
"There's that smile," Max winked. He gently kissed her, then made his way to his office to finalize his plans for the day.