kutee: Happy to be back with more for you awesome readers. La Kane? I'm sure she'll be happy for them...right?
asmamaster1: Thank you for reading my stories. Hope you like what's next!
AMCGL7: So glad you decided to continue being regaled. Me with a bombshell? In my work? Hehe. Yep, that's Frankie for you...or her luck at least.
The door to the room burst open. Bianca turned her head to see her mother, sister, and Opal enter with a flourish. All three were chattering at the same time, making it so no one could actually understand what anyone was saying. The minute they saw Bianca, however, all talking stopped.
"Bianca! What do you think you are doing?" Erica stared at her in horror.
"Mom, I'm…"
"The wedding starts in an hour and you're not even dressed!" Erica rushed forward. "Where is that hairstylist I hired?"
Her mother hired a stylist? "Mom, calm down."
"Calm down?" Erica tutted, "Bianca, you may be marrying that…Mary-Francis, but that doesn't mean you can't have a wonderful wedding."
"Didn't you hear, Mother?" Kendall's eyes flickered with mischief, "They decided to do the ceremony in blue jeans and tank tops."
Bianca shot her sister a look only she and Frankie ever received. Erica twirled around, causing her hair to spin violently, "There is no way my daughter is doing that."
"Mom, my dress is hanging up over there." Bianca assured the irate woman.
"And she will look absolutely beautiful in it." Opal smiled at the bride-to-be. "Has Frankie seen you in it, yet?"
Bianca ignored her mother's grimace at the mention of her fiancée, "No. She wanted to be surprised."
"At least she did something right." Erica muttered.
"She did much more than that right, Erica, and you know it." Opal glared at her friend. "Now, why don't we help Bianca here get ready before her girlfriend ends up waiting at the end of the aisle?"
"Make her wait a few minutes. It'll build the excitement." Kendall chuckled.
Bianca rolled her eyes and picked up the make-up brush sitting idly on the desk. She watched her sister grab a tube of lipstick – Fusion of course – and twist the top off. A grin tugged at her lips as she recalled telling her older sibling about the wedding.
"Binks, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Kendall answered the phone.
Bianca could hear the noise of a hockey game on tv in the background and Zach voicing his displeasure with the Red Wings' performance every so often, "Hi, Kendall."
"What's going on?"
Bianca balanced the phone on her shoulder as she put the almost empty box of Captain Crunch back in the cabinet. She made a mental note to go buy some more before the weekend was over. "Frankie took the kids to a movie, so I have the apartment to myself for a few hours."
"And what, you need to vent about your precious children and charming girlfriend?" Kendall sarcastically replied, but there was love in the exchange.
Bianca smirked, "Frankie will love to know you think she's charming."
"Yeah, until she opens her mouth. Then, she's a smartass."
Bianca sniggered, "Reminds me of someone else I know." Which made it all the more fun whenever the two were in the same room. Contrary to outer appearances, Frankie and Kendall actually got along really well. They just took pleasure in finding someone who could be as much of a smartass as the other.
"You wouldn't be comparing me to your lover, would you? Because that can be taken in a lot of creepy ways."
"Heaven forbid my girlfriend and sister have something in common with each other."
"It's clearly not our fashion sense." Kendall smiled, "However, if you are dating someone like me…run for the hills."
Bianca puttered into the living room and flopped down onto the couch, "How are Zach and the boys?"
"Great. Zach's glued to the hockey game and the boys are solving one of those 3-D puzzles."
"So you're just as bored as I am."
"Unfortunately."
Bianca spread out over the sofa and snagged a throw pillow, "I…uh…actually have some news I want to tell you."
"What? You've suddenly figured out Zarf was actually a man?"
Bianca rolled her eyes, "You're on a roll today. Do you want me to have Frankie give you a call later so you can banter with someone as sarcastic as you?"
"Greenlee was sick today, so I had to put up with new interns by myself at Fusion." Kendall explained, "And if your girlfriend thinks she can keep up…"
"I'll let her know about the challenge." Bianca reminded herself to call Kendall more often. They talked almost every week, but she could tell her sister was getting lonely in Pine Valley. It was home, but that didn't mean it was easy to live there. You could use as many friends and family as you could get in that town.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So, what's this news?"
Bianca lifted her hand over her head and stared at the ring for the millionth time. She'd gotten one for Frankie and it was sitting patiently in its box on her bedside table. She'd give it to her that night after the kids went to sleep. "Frankie proposed."
Silence.
"Kendall?" Was she still there?
"Well, she's a step up from the last one."
Bianca rolled her eyes, but she couldn't argue that, "I said yes."
"Of course you did. The girl came back from the dead and still loved you. Can't beat that."
"I love her." Bianca declared softly. "I fall even more in love with her everyday."
"I know. I'm happy for you." Kendall was sincere.
"She was so sweet when she asked." Bianca gushed.
"I want to hear all about it." Kendall hesitated, "Have you told anyone else?"
"We told the kids first thing." Miranda's initial reaction was unforgettable. She'd actually lectured Frankie later on taking so long to pop the question. Supposedly, Frankie was supposed to ask years ago.
"I'm sure they're excited."
"Yeah, they are. Miranda's already planning her and Gabby's roles." They had a meeting over cookies and milk.
"You haven't told Mom, yet?"
"No, why?"
She could hear the smirk forming, "Frankie must really love you.
"Why?"
"Because she has to know Mom's going to kill her when she finds out her baby is marrying that lowlife con artist."
"Here you go, honey." Erica stepped up behind Bianca. She gently ran the hairbrush she was holding through the long dark hair. "You are going to look so beautiful, darling."
"Thank you." Bianca offered her a warm smile.
Erica glanced down discreetly, "You're getting married…again."
"This is the last one, Mom."
Erica gathered the locks in her hand, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"More than anything." it was spoken with such conviction that no one could question it.
Erica nodded, "I guess it doesn't matter what I have to say, then."
"I love her." Bianca replied. Was her mother always going to be against her relationship with Frankie?
"Hi, honey." Erica picked up her phone on the first ring.
"Hi, Mom." Bianca paced back and forth in the kitchen. Frankie sat at the table looking over a file from work and sipping at a cup of coffee.
"It's so good to hear from you, Bianca." Erica preened. "We haven't talked in ages, it seems. So much has happened here."
"I'm sure it has." A lot of things happened in Pine Valley.
"Have you spoken with your sister, Kendall? I don't know what she and Greenlee are doing over at Fusion." Erica began to work herself up about the cosmetics company.
Bianca nodded along, "Yes Mom, I talked to her. She didn't mention much except Greenlee was sick and there are a bunch of new employees."
"That is only the beginning of it."
Bianca sighed, "Mom," she looked over to see Frankie smirking into her coffee cup. When the former agent's eyes peeked up at her, she watched Frankie mockingly imitate her mother before returning her eyes to the security report.
"And with Ryan, I don't know what she's done to that man."
"Ryan?" Bianca pressed the heel of her palm into her forehead, "Mom, I really don't want to talk about Ryan and Kendall right now." She hoped her mother wasn't trying to play matchmaker with her married daughter again.
"Well, what is it you do want to talk about?" Erica clearly was not happy being shut down like that.
Bianca walked over to the table and brushed her free hand over Frankie's shoulder, trying to gain some strength from the simple touch. Frankie grasped her hand as it passed by and gave a quick kiss to the center of it. "Something really important happened, Mom. Something that's made me very happy."
"What?" Her voice took on a hopeful tone, "Did you meet someone nice?"
"Mom, I'm still with Frankie." Bianca watched the woman in question snort and mark a note on the page.
"Yes, but dear, that doesn't mean…"
"Mean what, Mom? That I should be with the person I love? I'm still as in love with Frankie as the last time we had this conversation and the time before that." Bianca paused, "I'm actually more in love with her."
Erica sighed in defeat, "I know, Bianca."
"Good." Bianca bit her lip, "Because I'm going to marry her."
She heard a crash on the other end of the line.
"Do I need to call an ambulance or witness protection?" Frankie dryly asked as she saw Bianca pull the phone away from her ear and look at it.
"Mom!"
Bianca spun around to see Miranda bounce happily into the room. The little girl ran up to her parent and wrapped her arms around her waist in a big hug.
"Hey, sweetie." Bianca greeted, "How are you? Are you excited?" She waved for her other daughter to come over and she swept a quiet Gabrielle into the embrace.
Miranda nodded, "Yeah! This place is so cool!"
It was. They were getting married in one of the most gorgeous castles Bianca had ever seen grace the European countryside. The estate covered hundreds of acres filled with fountains, lakes, woods, and slopping lawns. The decorations of kings adorned the entire palace. Gold leaf, exquisite jewels, and priceless paintings hung on walls and peered down from ceilings.
It was everything she had ever dreamed of and never gotten the first time. With Reese, Bianca had suggested a European wedding. But, her former wife had countered with a different offer. A wedding in Pine Valley, or close to it, and she wanted to have it quickly. She had said it was to give her family a piece of joy after the terrible events that happened before it, but now Bianca knew better.
This time, though, was different. Bianca was marrying the one she was meant to marry, and she was doing it the way it should be done.
Frankie peeked at her watch, a silver and blue faced timepiece Bianca had gotten for her birthday. The taller woman had said Frankie needed a watch since she never replaced the one that broke the first Christmas they were together and she couldn't keep looking at her cell phone every five minutes. "You know what time it is."
"Already?" Miranda huffed. Frankie held out her wrist, which Miranda eagerly latched onto. Miranda looked at the watch, "I think your watch is fast."
Bianca laughed at the perturbed look on Miranda's face.
"You know the drill, kid." Frankie pointed toward the hallway.
"Brush my teeth." Miranda sighed. "Stupid bedtime." She held her hand out to Gabrielle, "Come on, Gabby. We gotta go get ready for sleep."
Gabrielle took Miranda's hands and allowed the girl to pull her off her mother's lap. The two kids made their way down the hall, Miranda telling Gabby about how much fun she was going to have when she turned ten and took her art class.
Frankie peered at Bianca, "Hungry?"
"Ravenous." She hadn't eaten since the small sandwich she'd snuck in between meetings. It'd been a long day at the office and she hadn't made it home till after dinner time.
"Ravenous?" Frankie slid over to her, "I can help with that."
"Can you?" Bianca hooked her fingers around her bicep.
Frankie hummed and leaned into her, "We got leftover takeout in the fridge."
"Sounds fascinating." Bianca wrapped her arm over Frankie's shoulders.
"Donuts for dessert. I know how you get with donuts."
"Mom! Frankie! It's story time." Miranda stood at the end of the hall, her hands on her hips.
Lips stopped centimeters away from each other.
"They want a story." Bianca whispered.
"She gets this timing from your family." Frankie grumbled.
The Kane-Montgomery clan did have a way of interrupting them whenever they got a moment alone together, "Go on. I'll wait for you in our bedroom."
"With the hot nurse's outfit?"
"Go tell our kids a story."
By the time Frankie finished entertaining the two kids with tales about dragons and mermaids – Miranda's choice for the evening – Bianca was already in her silky nightwear and under the covers. Frankie quietly changed into her own pajamas and joined her.
"Too tired for food?" Frankie clicked off the lamp.
Bianca curled into her and hummed in agreement, "Sleep."
"Does that mean I don't get to make love to you tonight?"
"In your dreams this time, sweetheart." Bianca yawned.
"Fantasy sex with my fiancée instead of the real thing. This is going to be a fun marriage."
Bianca curved her palm over Frankie's belly, "Speaking of marriage…"
"You're not waiting until after the ceremony now, are you?"
"I am completely ignoring you right now."
Frankie pouted, "That hurts my feelings."
Bianca gently smacked her stomach, "Behave."
"Always, babe."
Bianca shook her head, "Why am I marrying you again?"
"I am undeniably charming and witty."
Bianca pretended to ponder it, "I thought it was because you could put our children to sleep."
Frankie frowned, "Evil."
Bianca chuckled, "I love you."
"Yeah, yeah."
She let her hand graze up and down the thin shirt covering her lover's smooth skin, "Frankie?"
"All ears, baby."
"Where do you want to get married?"
Without hesitation, "Not Pine Valley."
"I don't even need to ask why." Bianca pillowed her chin on Frankie's chest and looked at her face, "Seriously, though, where? Here in Paris? On a beach? A mountain? Where have you pictured getting married?"
Frankie stared back at her. Her eyes turned serious and her throat bobbed gently, "I never imagined getting married."
She knew why that was, and she thanked every deity she knew that her fiancée made it through that. "Imagine now." Bianca trailed the tip of her finger down Frankie's cheek, "There's so much to plan, and I want you to be happy."
Frankie tilted her head and brushed her lips over the questing fingertip, "I am happy. I will be happy."
"You know what I mean."
Frankie clasped her hand to Bianca's, "Babe, I was sort of hoping you'd do all this planning stuff."
"You don't want to?"
"Not really my thing." Which it wasn't. "You're from the family that plans parties every five minutes."
"Frankie,"
The older woman interrupted her, "I want to marry you. As long as I get to be with you for the rest of my life, and I don't have to go to Pine Valley to get hitched, I'm happy. I want you to have that wedding I know you've always secretly dreamed about. If you get what you want, I'll be happy."
Bianca felt the prick of tears, "That sounded so corny."
Frankie shrugged, "You're making me soft, Montgomery. Soon I'll be spouting off poetry every few minutes and writing Hallmark cards."
"I think you just want to get out of all the work." She wiped subtly at her eyes. "And you already spout off poetry."
"That's our secret." Frankie winked. "I think you've already got this all planned out. Don't mess with me, Montgomery. I know you married your Barbie dolls together when you were a kid."
She had. "You still have to help me."
"Fine," Frankie sighed exaggeratedly, "demanding."
It hit her, "And I want you to plan one thing for me."
"What?"
"I want you to choose the song for our first dance."
Frankie's eyes narrowed, "You what?"
Bianca nodded, "It will be our first dance as a married couple. It will probably be the only time I get you to dance. I want you to choose the song for us. It'll be our song."
"Our song."
"Yeah, Stone. Think you can handle it?"
"The only thing I can't handle is you being so far away." She cupped Bianca's cheek and guided their lips together.
Miranda released her mom from the hug and pranced over to her aunt. Auntie Kendall gave her a hug and welcomed her happily. She liked her Auntie Kendall. When she and Frankie were together, it was funny. Kind of like when her mom and Frankie told her and Gabby about this wedding thing.
Grownups were weird.
Miranda was as sure of that as she was that Spongebob was the coolest sponge to ever live under the sea and her little sister was the second best kid out there, second only to her. It wasn't Gabby's fault she was second best. She was younger. She was still learning how to be cool. That's ok, though. Miranda was going to teach her everything she knew. Like, art class was the coolest class there was. Ever. She wished they had it everyday at school. Who wanted to multiply numbers when you could paint pictures? No one, that's who. But, that was one more thing grown ups didn't get.
While art class was important, and it really was, she didn't get the chance to tell Frankie and her mom all about it, yet. She always got to tell them about her day at school, and then she would help Gabby tell them about what she did with the other five year olds. Either Mom or Frankie would pick them up from school and bring them home. They'd tell that adult then and tell the other one during dinner.
She hoped they got mac and cheese that night.
But, back to talking with the grownups. For some reason both Frankie and her mom were outside the school building that day. That was kind of cool. It meant she could tell them both at the same time and not have to wait. The only bad thing about them both being there was that it was Frankie's day to pick them up. She could always talk Frankie into getting them chocolate croissants at the bakery on the way home. With her persuasive skills and Gabby's puppy dog face – which she learned from her older sister and did better than any person she'd ever seen – Frankie gave in every time. Besides, Frankie liked chocolate croissants, too. Bianca, however, wasn't too keen on feeding them even more sugar before dinner.
But, before Miranda could start on how she painted a picture of a cat in class, the two women had ushered her and her sister into their apartment and to Miranda's room. Now, they were seated in two chairs facing her bed while she sat with Gabby on the edge of the Spongebob comforter. The whole time neither Frankie nor her mom had really said anything. They just kept making goofy faces at each other and smiling a lot.
Miranda looked over at Gabby. The youngest Kane was sitting silently, her curious eyes switching between her two parents. Miranda loved her little sister. Gabby could be really cool. But, she was also really quiet. She could sit there for hours and not say anything. Miranda could never imagine doing that. But, Gabby could. Gabby also really liked to read. She had tons of storybooks in her room, more than Miranda had and Miranda was ten! She'd sit and look over all the books and not get bored. Sometimes, Miranda caught her climbing up onto their mom's work desk in the office room and looking at all the boring papers Bianca brought home from Cambias. Being so quiet, though, not many other kids got to see how cool she really was. They thought she was weird because she didn't say much. Gabby said as much as she wanted to. She talked. Just not as much as some of the other kids. She was kind of shy. She tended to be bashful around strangers and hide as best as she could. She wasn't scared, she just didn't like being the center of attention. And if she was scared, Miranda would protect her. Some of the other kids at school made fun of Gabby because they didn't get that. It was ok, though. Miranda made sure those dumb kids stayed away from Gabby.
"Miranda, Gabrielle." Bianca cleared her throat and looked affectionately at her daughters, "Frankie and I have something we want to talk to you about."
"Is it Mrs. Peterson?" Miranda immediately asked. Mrs. Peterson was the math teacher and she was not nice at all. She was old and stinky and lived with a zillion cats.
"No, it's not Mrs. Peterson." Bianca shook her head.
Miranda released a sigh of relief.
Frankie spoke up, "Kid, I asked your mom a very important question, but she wants to make sure it's ok you with and squirt here before she says yes." Frankie added under her breath, "For the hundredth time."
Bianca nudged Frankie having heard that, "It's nothing bad. But, it's sort of a big deal and we want to make sure both of you understand what's happening and that you want this too."
"What is it?" this sounded a lot more serious than silly Mrs. Peterson and her need to make everything about numbers and fractions. She glanced at Gabby who had a tiny frown on her face as she tried to follow the conversation.
Bianca smiled softly, "Frankie asked me to marry her."
Miranda's eyes widened as big as they could and she hopped to her knees, "Finally! Did you say yes?" She looked at Frankie, "What took you so long?" Back to Bianca, "Did you?" This was great!
Bianca was stunned and her mouth dropped open. Frankie pressed a closed fist to her mouth to muffle her laugh.
Miranda put her hands on her hips, "Well?" Gosh, they were simple questions. She jutted out a hip.
"Miranda, honey, I wanted to make sure this was ok with you and Gabrielle first."
"Duh." Miranda looked at Gabby, "We're ok with it, right Gabs?"
Gabrielle looked at all three of them. A gorgeous smile broke out over her cherub face, "You're gonna marry?"
"Yeah squirt, your mom's gonna let me stick around forever." Frankie winked. "Think you can handle that?"
Gabby mimicked her older sibling's face, "Duh."
Bianca put a hand on Gabby's knee and Miranda's thigh, "Honey, I know you both really care about Frankie. But, you can have questions about this. It's ok if you're not sure or have any worries."
Miranda looked at her like she had two heads, "Mommy, it's Frankie."
Bianca blinked tenderly, "Yes, it is."
"Besides, Frankie was gonna stick around forever anyways, right?"
"Yeah, kiddo. I was." Frankie agreed.
"So, what's to question?"
"Well, this will mean Frankie is becoming part of our family…" Bianca began to answer.
Gabby piped up, "Frankie's family." She blinked and ducked her head bashfully as all eyes turned to her.
"Yeah, what she said." Miranda threw an arm over her sister's shoulders.
"Yeah, what she said." Frankie parroted, but there was a quiver of emotion in her tone. She was part of a family.
Bianca sat back in her chair and grabbed Frankie's hand, interlocking their fingers, "Yeah, what she said."
They already were a family.
"Hi, Bianca." Maggie and Ally said as they followed the children into the room. They were on kid duty until the ceremony.
"Hey. I hope they haven't been much trouble."
"Not too much." Maggie grinned. Miranda had been her normal talkative self and made sure her sister was always at her side. She was taking her older sibling role seriously. It made Maggie proud that the girl she viewed as her own was so responsible and loving.
Speaking of responsible and loving, her sister was getting married. Maggie internally shook her head. That was the one thing she was certain she would never get to see. Not after the way they grew up and the story of Frankie's death. But, there she was, at one of the most awesome locations she'd ever experienced and an hour away from watching Frankie recite her wedding vows. It felt…more wonderful than she could ever say. It had taken time and a lot of heartache, but the Stone twins were working toward the relationship they should have had all along. Maggie was happy for her sister and Bianca, even if the way she found out wasn't ideal.
"Why do you think they want to meet us?"
Ally shrugged in response to Maggie's question, "I don't know. Maybe they just want to have a nice dinner with us. Have an adults' night out."
Maggie shook her head, "No, I don't think so." She had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Did this have anything to do with the phone call Bianca made to her a little while ago? Bianca had asked about Frankie's behavior. Was her sister ok? Nothing had come up in their weekly meetings. "Do you think something's wrong?"
Ally grabbed her hand before they entered the restaurant. "I think we should go in there and have dinner with them. They'll tell us if something is going on."
Maggie nodded, "Ok, you're right."
They continued on into the restaurant. Maggie couldn't stop her mind from turning, though. She knew something had to be going on. Bianca hadn't given anything away when she called earlier that day asking if they'd meet her and Frankie for dinner, but she couldn't shake that feeling. Not after Bianca had called her so worriedly about Frankie before then.
What was happening with Frankie? Was it something from when she was an FBI agent? Reese and that other guy were gone. They couldn't do anything anymore, right? Was it Miranda? No, Bianca wouldn't make her wait all day to find out. Were they moving? No, Cambias headquarters was there in Paris, and both women worked there. What could it be?
Ally spoke quietly with a waiter who showed them to the table already occupied by Frankie and Bianca. Maggie looked at them as she walked through the busy dining room. They were sitting close together. It looked like they were in their own little bubble. They didn't notice the surrounding chatter or the servers weaving around them. What should have been peaceful only made Maggie need to know more.
The doctor threw herself into her seat and instantly opened her mouth, "What's going on?"
Frankie and Bianca turned to look at the newly arrived woman. Frankie raised an eyebrow and reached for her water glass, "Good to see you too, sis."
Maggie felt Ally sit down next to her. She rolled her eyes at her twin, "Why did you need to see us?"
"So we could prove that I'm the better looking Stone." Frankie took a sip of water. She coughed as an elbow jutted into her side.
"Ignore her." Bianca shot her fiancée a look.
"I think you caused a bruise." Frankie rubbed at her zinging side.
"You'll live." Bianca looked at Maggie and Ally, "Thank you for joining us."
"Thank you for inviting us." Ally replied politely.
Maggie leaned forward in her chair, "Why did you want to see us?"
Bianca and Frankie shared a look. Maggie felt her nerves rise at the delay. Ally placed a comforting hand on her knee, but it didn't help. Finally, after a second, Frankie tilted her head. It was a silent agreement for her to be the one to speak.
"We have some news," Frankie faced Maggie. "Something happened and I guess we have to tell people." Her face became solemn, and Maggie felt her stomach drop. "I know we've had our differences. Hell, we still do. But," she took a deep breath, "it would mean a lot…to the both of us…if you were there. You too, Notre Dame." She glanced at Ally. She looked back at Maggie, "It…would mean a lot to me." Bianca put a supportive hand on Frankie's back and rubbed soothing circles. "You're my sister, you know, and I…I guess I need you there. For me."
"Oh my god." Maggie cut her off. She felt tears well in her eyes. It couldn't be. Not this. How did she miss the signs? Symptoms? She was a doctor! "You're dying!"
"What?" Bianca's eyes widened as Maggie reached over the table, nearly knocking over her water glass. Ally fell back into her chair in shock.
Maggie pressed her hand against Frankie's head, "How long have you been sick? How is your heart feeling? Have you been to a doctor? Have you spoken to David?"
Frankie slowly smiled, then she began to chuckle. Maggie frowned at her, "Your health isn't funny, Frankie. This isn't a joke. We should take you to the hospital. Run a few tests. I have a colleague there who is excellent at this until we can get a hold of David."
Catching on, Bianca pushed Frankie's shoulder, "Stop it." She focused on the two terrified women, "Clearly, Frankie doesn't know how to handle a serious situation without joking."
"What did I do? I wasn't lying." Frankie snickered.
Maggie was confused, "Joking?"
"Frankie is fine. She's not sick." Bianca clarified for her.
Frankie's smile grew, "Why does everyone think I'm dying? Do you all want me gone that badly?"
Maggie slowly sat back in her seat, "You're not sick?"
"No."
Frankie wasn't sick. She was fine. "You're a jerk."
"You're the one who thought I was dying."
"I was concerned!"
"I think you spend too much time at the hospital. You're seeing sick people everywhere."
Maggie snorted, "At least I don't act like a two year old."
"You're just mad you fell for it."
Ally held up a hand, "While I'm sure both Bianca and I love to see you two go at each other, maybe you could tell us what the news actually is?"
Bianca held up her left hand, "Frankie asked me to marry her."
Maggie looked at the diamond ring then Frankie who was bashfully rubbing the back of her neck with a loving glint in her eye. "Oh my god." She jumped to her feet not caring at that moment that the whole restaurant was looking at the crazy woman, "OH MY GOD!"
Maggie glanced at her wife, "I'm going to go down the hall."
Ally, understanding, pecked her cheek, "See you soon." She turned to help Bianca with her jewelry.
"Maggie? Where are you going?" Miranda looked at her.
Maggie angled her head toward the door, "I was going to see how Frankie was doing."
"Really?" Miranda and Gabrielle's eyes widened. "Can we come, too?"
"Sure, munchie." Maggie held her hand out.
Miranda grabbed onto it and then grasped Gabby's, "Hold on, Gabs. I don't want to lose you."
"I will." Gabby walked right at her sister's side.
Maggie led the two children out of the room and down the long winding hallway. She didn't look at the stunning architecture. Instead, she let her mind take over. It was so far from what she had imagined her life being. She was married to Ally, a great woman who she could not picture living without. Bianca was once again a close friend. She had a wonderful daughter in Miranda. Frankie was about to get married to Bianca. They were both…happy, healthy, and getting along. Their mother would drop her beer bottle if she saw them like this.
