I just have to say I absolutely love this story and I'm glad to see other's do too. Though only one person has reviewed, that one person and the favorites I'm getting are only keeping me phsyced up to keep going! Woo hoo! So, this'll be more a fluffy chapter. Enjoy!

Fran sat side by side with Max in the back of the limo that was taking them to their destination. Absently itching her ear as she usually did the day after sex. She was on cloud 9, taking Max's advice and not thinking about the 4 days wasted because really, they weren't wasted. It was just the two of them, and though she was worried out of her wits and he was sick to nearly death, she stuck by him and he repayed her with his love.

That was good enough for Fran.

"Honey, this Island is beautiful. I'm so glad we are in Hawaii!" she said, taking his hand and entwining their fingers together. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and leaned in, his lips only inches from hers.

"You deserve only the best, my darling. I'm glad your enjoying yourself." he said.

Fran was enjoying herself but she was also freaking out. Fucking snorkeling? She was terrified of deep water, and to be swimming with these creatures only freaked her out more especially after what happened to Max. But he also had reassured her that the suits would protect them from anything that came there way, except a shark of course but they would be in a closed off area. Away from any really threatening creatures.

Max himself was excited, he'd taken the kids snorkeling before when Grace was a little girl, before Nanny Fine showed up. And they'd enjoyed it a lot, though Maggie was a bit scared before hand. They eventually relaxed in the water and were able to enjoy themselves.

Only difference with now, was they would be doing this a little bit before sunset, so the water would be almost an orange color and he heard it was quite romantic. He planned on taking Fran on a picnic on the beach after snorkeling.

Finally, they arrived at their destination and were greated by a women named Marry.

"Hello, I'm Marry. Nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Sheffield." she said extending her hand.

"Please call me Maxwell, nice to meet you." he said shaking her hand. Fran took her hand next and shook it. "And this is my lovely wife, Fran." he interoduced her.

"Nice to meet you, Mary." Fran said, looking at the women. She was thin, but a little thicker than Fran in the ass than Fran, and slightly thicker thighs, and she was very tanned. But her face made her look older, maybe mid 40's.

"Well, if you fallow me Max and Fran, I'll take you to where you can get changed into a wetsuit." she said and motioned for them to fallow as she began to walk down into a small building by the beach. Fran could see the floating lines that must be where they were going to be snorkeling and got more scared. The water was still clear blue, tropical, but looked darker indicating that it was deeper than, and not very shallow like the beach by their little home.

"So, would you like to go scuba diving, which is going deep into the water which would require an oxygen tank, or just goggles and a snorkel, for surface snorkeling?" the women asked once inside. Wetsuits and goggles, tanks and flippers all lined the walls in the place, and room labeled coed bathroom.

"Oh, honey, scuba diving sounds like fun..." Max started to say.

"No no, sweetie I'm scared to do that. I wanna just do the surface snorkeling." Fran said in a rush. Max frowned a little, sad that she was clearly still scared, but not matter. She wasn't backing down fully, so that a relief.

"So that's what you want?" Mary asked. Fran and Max nodded. "Okay then!" she clapped her hands together excitedly. "Well, for that you actually can just wear your own bathing suits but we will provide the snorkel, goggles and some flippers. And I, your lifeguard, will be with you the whole time. So go get changed, and I will be out back getting your things ready." she said, very peppy and giddy. It oddly annoyed Fran.

Max and Fran both got their bathing suits and went into the one bathroom they had. Mary sure looked at them weird, but they were husband and wife now. Oh well. Fran pulled off her clothes and stepped into her bikini bottoms. After adjusting them just right, she lifted her top to put it on when she noticed Max putting on his own bathing suit bottoms and he was slightly aroused...

"Happy, sweetie?" Fran asked tying the neck part of her top on and then the back. Max pulled up his shorts and looked at her with a slight blush in his tan face. She smiled at him and approached him, tracing a finger town his chest to the top of his shorts. "I can fix that for ya real quick, darling." she whispered.

Maxwell swallowed hard and kept his eyes on his wife. "H-How?" he asked, his breathing picking up. He felt her fingers slip into his shorts and her small hand wrap around his hard shaft. He hissed in delight and backed up to the wall. He let her stroke him for a moment before shaking his head.

"N-no, Fran. We can't do this here, darling. Not now... we have plans and... and..." He was cut off by a gentle kiss.

"I'm only taking care of your problem, honey." she winked and slowly dropped down to her knee's. Max's eyes bulged, he'd never received a blow job before and though he was sure he didn't want his first to be here, in the bathroom of some shack. He couldn't move, stuck in his place watching his sexy wife kissing along his lower stomach while slowly pulling his trunks down.

His shaft sprang free in Fran's face and she looked at his size in awe, having not gotten a good look at the length and girth until now. And she was fasinated, turned on, and curious as to how this didn't hurt her, instead he completed her when they made love. A perfect peice to a puzzle.

"Just relax, honey." she said before taking him into her experienced mouth. Fran worked on him nice and slow. Licking up and down his shaft and then taking him in as much as she could which was nearly all of him. Closing her eyes and enjoying it, Max let out a grunt as she worked on him with her mouth. His toe's curling as this unfamiliar pleasure coursed through his body along with adrenaline in the thrill of doing this in semi-public.

Fran's head bobbed back and forth, her hand also stroking up and down his shaft until she was sure he was close.

"Oh Fran... honey, I'm close.. Move away." he whispered to her, but he was in for anouther shock. Fran only increased her suction on him, and kept going moving her head faster and moaning which caused vibrations to flow through him. His shaft twitched and clenching his eyes and mouth shut he released into her mouth where Fran proceeded to swallow every last drop.

Letting him out of her mouth with a 'pop', she smiled up at her satisfied husband, wiping off the corners of her mouth. She rose to her feet and placed a loving kiss to his lips, then pulled back for him to catch his breath.

"Oh.. My god.. Darling, where did you.. How did you.. Oh my god..." he was speechless. Fran merely smiled and pulled up his trunks and rinsed out her mouth in the sink with a bottle of water she had in her purse.

"Ready, love?" Fran asked, winking. He nodded and fallowed Fran out the door and to their instructor/life guard Mary.

Mary was waiting for them in the water, with it up to her waist. She had changed into a one peice red bathing suit with a white plus on her stomach signaling she was a lifeguard, though she was definitely at least 30 years old.

They put on their goggles and snorkles and flippers. And after short instruction, they were swimming around in the shallower end. Fran was reluctant to go to the deeper parts. Only a little bit abover her head and the water was calmer so not big waves at all. She was scared, but after a little coaxing from Max she finally got into it and was having a blast about an hour into everything.

After about 1 hour and 30 minutes of snorkeling and looking at the sea critters, Max decided it was time for part 2 of their evening together. The sun was going down more, the sky looked a pinkish orange. They dried off and changed into some clean fresh clothes after a fresh water hosing to get rid of the sea salt smell.

"See darling, that wasn't so bad." Max to her in the limo. Kissing her temple. Fran smiled and shrugged.

"Yeah I guess not, but don't ever try and get me to scuba dive, honey. That I know I can't do." she said taking a bite of a PB&J she packed for herself.

"Don't fill up, honey. We still have one more place to go." he said, as they made their way down the streets in the Limo. Max kept her occupied in conversation about the time he took the kids snorkeling, until the limo came to a stop signaling they were at their destination.

Max got out first, and took Fran's hand as she exited the vehicle. Dressed in a lovely evening summer dress. White with pink roses rising from her left side up to her armpit. She looked exquisite.

"Oh honey, I can't wait to see where your... taking me. Why are we back home?" she asked him, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"Relax, Fran." he cooed. "The surprise in on the beach." he said.

"Ohhh.." she said, and giggled her adorable nasally giggle. Max absolutely adored it, and led her silently down to the beach, his hands over her eyes.

"I won't let you fall, darling." he whispered as he led her down to where a thick blanket was laid out, flower peddles from different color roses, and wine in a cooler was placed in the middle of it all. Glasses, and a small basket with a steak dinner sat off to the side. He'd had this all prepared while she was asleep before.

"Ready, love?" he asked. She nodded and he removed his hands from her eyes when they were right at their spot.

Her eyes instantly bulged and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped at the beautiful site before her. Tears welled in her eyes but she didn't dare let them fall. The sunset's light made this all the more beautiful, and the sound of nothing but the ocean and the wind in the background created the perfect music.

"Do you like it?" he asked her, coming up beside her, a bit worried she hadn't said anything yet.

"Oh Max, I love it!" she squealed before pressing a long sweet kiss to his lips.

Slowly he parted from her lips, and motioned for her to sit. He poured them the wine and they toasted.

"To our happily ever after, sweetheart. To our live's together, as husband and wife. Best friends..." they clinked together their glasses.

"Soul mates." Fran said softly, smiling before they sipped their wine.

They ate in comfortable silence, then decided to cuddle up after moving away the wine cooler and basket. Laying on their backs, her nestled up nice and cozey in his arms. She'd never felt safer, happier... more in tune with herself and him before.

They must have layed like this for a while because before long, they were looking up at the stars.

"I don't see it..." said Fran.

"Honey look... right there.." he said pointing. "There's one... there's two... and there's three." he said.

Fran stared for a long moment then shrugged. "I just don't see it, honey. Couldn't Orion get a little more style in his belt so he'd have more than three measly stars? I mean c'mon, one of my belts would take up the whole galaxy." she said matter-of-factly. Max just laughed and shook his head. He was trying to point out constellations to her but was failing miserably.

"Wait, Max look!" she yelled with excitement in her voice.

"What is it, darling?"

"I found the gravy ladle, see?" she asked pointing out the stars. He chuckled and shook his head. "What, how can you not see that? And there's the pudding spoon." she said with a smile.

"Honey?" Said Max, trying not to laugh hysterically.

"Yes?"

"Those are the big dipper and the littler dipper."

"No, that's not what they're called."

"Who the devil told you that?"

"Ma." she said proudly. Max smiled and rolled his eyes. Figures she would mistake them for somthing having to do with food.

They grew silent again after sharing a laugh on the subject, before Fran looked to Max with serious eyes.

"Honey, what do you see in our futcha?" she asked propping herself up on one elbow to look at him better. He did the same and raised a brow at her sudden question.

"Well darling, I already have you as my wife. The kids adore you, they're almost all ready to leave the house. I see us growing old together, very much in love. With a great family right behind us." he said kissing her sweetly.

Fran looked at him with love filled eyes. Then anouther question, "What about us having children?" she asked.

"Well of course I want you to adopt Maggie, Brighton and Grace." he said with a smile, oblivious to what she was actually getting at. But this side tracked her for a moment.

"Really, sweetie? You want me to adopt them?" she asked.

"Don't you want to? Because I know they'd love it, and I would as well. You practically are their mother, darling." he said softly.

Fran nodded with a smile and kissed him again, longer this time. He gently pushed her down and lay ontop of her as they continued their kissing until Fran slowly pulled away.

"What about kids of our own, honey?" she whispered, biting her lower lip looking up at her sexy British husband. Max was shocked by this sudden question and sat up in a rush.

"Don't you think it's a tad early to be talking about this, darling? I mean.. We only just got married. And I'm not ready to share you..." he said taking her hands as she too sat up. A look of sadness on her face.

"But... I want to have a family too, Max."

"And you will, my love. Once we get adoption papers for the kids. We'll do it as soon as we get home." he said going to kiss her. She denied him, and stood up.

"But I want kids of our own, Max. I want to know what it's like to feel pregnant, and have a baby growing inside of me. Our own child, something we made together out of love."

"We can sign the adoption papers out of love, darling. Are they not good enough children for you?" he asked, and regreted that question immediatly. He knew how horrible it sounded, and he didn't mean it that way but the damage was done.

"Of course they're enough, Max! But is it so bad that I want a baby of our own? That we made?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. "Do you not want a baby with me?" she asked.

Max couldn't answer. Not that he didn't want one, but he was shocked. Upset, and seeing the hurt in her eyes he only wanted this fight over and to comfort her back to their wonderful evening...

"Fran, your being irrational. Let's talk about this like adults some other time..." Another whoopsie!

Fran just nodded, hands on her hips. "I can't believe this.." she said. "So I'm not talking about this like an adult? Fine. Let me walk away, like a child!" she said, being over dramatic as she sometimes was, she stomped her foot, 'hmmf'ed' and made her way back into the house. She didn't talk to him the rest of the night. And set up a bed on the couch, ignoring him the moment he walked into the house.

She was hurt. She wanted a baby with Max, she knew deep down that's what she wanted. She felt rejected by him, hurt, betrayed even. And he didn't need to say they could talk like 'adults' some other time as if she was acting immature and didn't know what she was talking about.

Fran cried herself to sleep on the couch, Max forced to listen to her silent sobs from the bedroom. His heart breaking, how could he have hurt her so badly?

Fran just slept an uncomfortable sleep, wondering to herself... Why?

Yes I just HAD to end it there. Lol. So, how was it? Hmm? 4 chapters up in.. Less than 24 hours? This is a new record for me! Whoohoo! So I think I didn't get the ending exactly as envisioned it but oh well. Next chapter up, asap. I will make no promises on the date. But keep in touch through my email if you'd like. That's TwilightRentbabe at (a I m) (d o t) com. Please Review! :D