Authors Note: Thanks to my two reviewers so far! I'm very happy at the quick response! Hope you like this chapter!

"OH MY GAWD!" screamed Fran, with that loud-pitching scream of hers. She walked over to Max and began hitting him with her purse. "And in our own home?" she screamed.

"Do I… Do I know you?" Maxwell asked shakily, rubbing his arm, as the blonde arched an eyebrow at Max and put her hands on her hips.

"Oh, yeah, act like you don't know me so you can be with this… this... sl-" she breathed. "you're lucky I'm Jewish!" she put her hands on her hips. "Five years? Five years history and you just throw it away? Now I know why you didn't want to go to Boca with me! It's so you could…"

"Stop it! Stop it!" the blonde cried, shoving Fran out of the way. "I'm calling the police and you…" she turned to Max. "You have a lot of explaining to do!" she cried. "And you… you better get out of here before the police get you!" she warned as she ran to the kitchen.

"WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN THERE?" Fran heard Maggie yell.

"Oh, MAGGIE! MAGGIE!" Fran yelled up the stairs.

"Nothing, darling!" Max yelled up the stairs, putting a hand over Fran's mouth, which Fran proceeded to lick.

Max made a face and wiped it on Fran's sleeve. "Get out!" Max warned angrily.

"I'd love to see you kick me out of my own damn house!" Fran yelled after her. When she was out of sight, Fran closed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" Fran asked, eyes still not open.

"What are you talking about?" Max asked. "Who are you?"

Fran opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. She stuck her jaw out. "That… that…" Fran pointed to the kitchen. "Floozy is gone. You can stop playing dumb!"

"I mean… you look familiar to me, but I don't recognize you!" Fran opened her mouth to speak, but Max stopped her. "Please, Miss - " Max started, hoping she'd fill in the name.

"Sheffield."

"Miss." He continued. "I think I've heard enough of that distinctive voice for… a life time." Fran clenched her fists, which Maxwell noticed. "I am trying to be as polite as possible here but you're making it hard. Do you REALIZE how much trouble you just got me in with the love of my life?"

Fran's jaw dropped. "You called me the love of your life just one week ago!" she said, her voice cracking. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Who is that lady, Max? I mean, she looks familiar, but… I thought… I kind of thought you loved me. That you weren't going to take it back this time!" she said, tears flowing.

"When the bloody hell I EVER declare my love for you and take it back?" Max asked, anger growing in his voice.

"I can't believe you! Don't you remember Paris? The plane ride? Our wedding? Honeymoon where we got trap-trapped on an island?" a waterfall was falling from her eyes now, she could hardly form complete sentences. "Are you sick?" Fran asked, placing a hand on his forehead. "Did that earthquake do something to your brain? If so, we can work through this together!"

"What earthquake?" Max yelled, taking her hands off of her forehead. "Miss What-ever-your-name-is, is there someone we can call for you?"

"I didn't think you were the cheating kind… and you don't even have the decency to take responsibility! What did I do wrong? Am I not pretty enough, are my skirts not short enough? Are you still afraid of commitment?"

At this moment the blonde walked back in, Maxwell's back facing her. "No, no! You're a very attractive and beautiful woman, but -"

"So you ARE cheating?" the blonde asked, walking in.

"Yeah, on me!" Fran told her.

"No, I… I'm not. I think this big haired brunette might have a… a mental issue!"

"I most certainly do not have 'a mental issue'" Fran said, hitting Max. Blondie pushed Fran's hand away and Fran looked at her in disbelief.

"That's it! I'm taking half of everything in this house! Including Niles! Let's see… Three children, which one do you want to split in half? MAGGIE, GRACIE, B! GET DOWN HERE!"

"Oh no! You're not taking my children!" The Blonde cried as 3 younger versions of Maggie, Brighton, and Gracie came down.

"You're children? I'll fight you for them!" Fran said, kicking off her heels and taking off her earrings.

"You're not going to fight us for our own children!" Max yelled, holding the blonde.

"Who the heck are you?" Brighton asked, annoyed by the sound of her voice.

"Is this… is this a prank?" Fran asked. "Because it's not funny!"

"The police are on their way!" Blondie barked, shaking Max's hands away. She was very mad at Max.

"Great, so they can kick you out!" Fran said, hearing sirens in the distance.

"Look, I don't think this is all necessary. Is there anyone we can call to pick you up?" Max asked. "It's just… you seem familiar to me and I'm… attracted to…" he turned to Sara, who's eyebrows were narrowed. "Niles." Max quickly finished, hoping he saved himself. Blondie and Fran both cringed. "Look. This lady is pregnant. She does not need to have her baby in the police station or a mental institute…"

"PREGANANT WITH YOUR BABIES YOU DAMN…"

Max's face grew red. "When the police get here, Sara, I will tell them that…"

"Wait… Sara?"

"Uh, yeah!" The blonde remarked. Fran looked at the picture frame that held the picture of Max's… former wife and then compared faces.

"Oh my gawd…"

"What?" Sara asked.

Fran turned to Max. "You never told me Sara had a twin… with the same name as her! You're sick!" Fran said, walking out to where the police were.

Authors Note: ugh, sorry if this chapter sucked. I think it sucked. My next chapter will be better I think. obsessedwiththenanny17…. HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS PLANNING THAT? Haha… I made a vague description so nobody would know! LOL! Oh well… you were going to find out sooner or later. You're smart! I would have never guessed that had someone else been writing the chapter!