Author's Note: The idea for this came out of Fran's recent fan Q&A, where she was asked what Fran/Max would be doing now. That got wheels turning in my brain, and this was the result. I didn't know where it was going at first, but I like the result!

"Well, that's all for this week. See you next time!" Fran smiled and waved to the camera before shutting it off. She'd never imagined herself doing makeup tutorials online, but as the twins grew older, and needed her less, she'd begun to feel restless. Being the wife of a famous Broadway producer-turned-movie producer was certainly exciting, but it simply wasn't enough. Luckily, it had all happened around the time that social media began to take over. She'd originally joined Instagram just to keep up with the other moms. Mixed-in with cute kid photos and reviews of the latest baby gear, she began to notice a lot of so-called "influencers" giving beauty tips. Of course, she immediately thought of those long-ago days when she sold Shades of the Orient cosmetics door-to-door. Looking back, that just might have been the best thing that ever happened to her.

She put up a couple short videos, just to see what would happen. To her own astonishment, she began to get followers. Like, a lot of followers. Maybe some of that had come from the Sheffield name, but an awful lot of the comments mentioned how relatable she was. Her Queens accent, of course, was still alive and well. People took it as a sign that, no matter where she was in her life now, she still remembered her roots.

Fran made her way into the master bedroom she and Max shared in their California mansion. "I posted another video," she told her husband.

Max smiled. He loved how happy these videos made her. He knew she'd had trouble adjusting to being his wife, after spending so much time looking after the kids. He was glad she'd found a new outlet for her unique talents. "I'm sure it'll get even more hits than your last one," he said, kissing her.

"I don't really care so much about hits. I mean, I do, but what really gets me are the comments." She was constantly touched by women who found her tutorials helpful. So many moms felt overworked and unable to think about makeup. But Fran managed to make it seem somehow doable, even for busy moms.

"I'm sure your followers love you," Max said. "How could anyone not?" It seemed unthinkable now, the way he used to resist getting involved with his nanny. He'd had reasons, and they made sense at the time, but now he wondered why he'd ever waited so long.

"Well, C.C. doesn't exactly love me," Fran said, making a face. Even though she and Niles were still married, and raising kids of their own, C.C. still hadn't given up making fun of "Nanny Fine." Of course, the videos just gave her even more ammunition.

"She does," Max said, caressing her cheek. "She just has a….strange way of showing it. You've seen how she talks to Niles, and he's her husband."

Fran nodded, knowing he was right. "True. I think she's still mad that you ended up with me instead of her."

"Yes….." Max kissed her again. "How lucky am I?" For a long moment, he could only look at her. Over the years, he'd told her countless times how she'd saved him and the children from a life of loneliness. But he felt that he could never fully convey how he felt. She was truly his happy ending. Just like in all of the musicals he used to put on in New York.

When he returned to his senses, he smiled. "Hey, did I tell you about the meeting I had with the backers?" It seemed, in Hollywood, he spent even more time schmoozing rich investors and celebrities. "It went well! It looks like I get to make that movie!"

"Oh, Max! That's wonderful!" She kissed him this time.

"Yeah," Max said. "But you'll never guess what one of the women said to me. She asked if I was married to you! She loves your videos."

"Really? I guess I really am famous!" Fran laughed.

"Yeah," Max said. "Now you're the one some crazy lady will do anything to meet." He grinned, recalling her I Love Lucy-like antics whenever someone famous came to visit.

"Very funny," Fran said, giving him a playful shove.

Max laughed. He loved this side of Fran. It had probably been what had attracted him to her in the first place. "Hey, this is going to seem out of the blue, but...what would you think about writing a book?"

"A book? Where'd you get a ridiculous idea like that?"

"Well, one of my backers mentioned it. Apparently he knows people in the publishing world."

"Really? Wow…." Fran couldn't imagine herself as an author. Her videos seemed more her style. "What do you think I'd write about?"

"Us….our story. How we got together. There's no one in the world I'd trust more to tell it than you."

Fran looked at her husband as if he were insane. Their story? How could she ever write that? But then, she thought about that first day when she'd shown up at Max's door. It had been the beginning of a fairytale. One that was still going on. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Yeah, maybe I could…."

Max held her close. This feeling never got old. Their story was never far from his thoughts. Just when he'd been at his lowest, after the tragic loss of his wife, his life was changed by a cosmetics saleswoman. It was a story that seemed straight out of Hollywood. And soon, the world would know about the amazing life he now shared with Fran. He could hardly wait for her to tell the story.

The End