This is the fanfiction with the most effort due to all the research. But I love it, because it gives me the perfect excuse to binge watching 'The nanny' I hope you will enjoy it and I would appreciate reviews or other feedback!
Fran is moving!
"Oyyyy I can't take it anymore! I'm exhausted." Fran dropped onto her bed. Well actually, it wasn't her bed anymore. After so many years she was finally Mrs. Maxwell Sheffield and had been sleeping with Max for some time now in the master bedroom. Fran looked around her old room. It didn't look very comfortable now. Fran was about to empty the room and move her things to her new bedroom. It was unbelievable how much stuff she had accumulated in her five years as the nanny. Fran used the opportunity to sort out a few things and pack up the items that could be put in the attic. She had been busy for days now and there was still no end. "Why can't I just snap my fingers, and everything finds its place." thought Fran aloud. "Because you're not Mary Poppins, you're Fran Fine, I apologize, Mrs. Fran Sheffield." Fran looked up; Maxwell stepped into the room with a tray in his hands. On the tray was a piece of cheesecake with a lot of whipped cream and a glass with iced tea. Maxwell put everything on the bedside table in front of Fran.
"Here Darling, from Niles with best regards, he said nerve nutrition is important before you go nuts." Fran smiled, "Awww the sweet Niles!" "And this is my support, Darling!" Maxwell put his hands on the bed and gave Fran a long, tender, passionate kiss. "Mhhh that's even better, honey!" Fran wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much passion and love. They looked at each other, both could see the love in the other's glance and rubbed their noses together.
"Wow! A Fine woman, who loves kisses from her husband even more than cheesecake with whipped cream. You certainly didn't get that from your mother." "Maax, behave yourself!", she pulled his ears. They kissed repeatedly, until suddenly Fran's stomach began to growl. They looked at each other and both laughed. Maxwell handed her the plate with the cake. "Eat darling, otherwise your tummy will get mad at me." He gently pushed her blouse up, his fingers caressed her bare skin, he knelt in front of her and began to distribute small kisses on her stomach. "Mhhhhh Maaaxxx, sweeeetyyy", Fran purred, "stop, I can't eat like this."
Finally, he let her go and looked around the room. "Well, there is still a lot to do." Fran stared at him desperately. "I think it will never end. I have a feeling it is getting even more and more instead of less." Maxwell hid a grin and suppressed a remark. He knew Fran's desire to shop and her reaction when somebody commented on it. " "Is there anything I can help you with?", he asked instead. "Yes, you can carry those two boxes into our bedroom." Maxwell had a look at the contents. There were framed pictures, candles, perfume bottles and other little items. On top of one box was Fran's pink "Shades of the Orient" suitcase. "Do you really want to keep that old gizmo, Darling?" Fran, who had meanwhile finished her cake, took the suitcase from his hands, and stroked it tenderly. "Of course, sweety, I'll never give it away!" "What do you want to do with it? I hope not selling make-up door to door?!" "Of course not, but this suitcase is my treasure chest, that's where I keep my most valuable treasures." Now Max's curiosity was awakened. "Ah, I understand Darling, all your souvenirs about Barbra Streisand are in there." Fran shook her head with a grin, but otherwise gave no further answer and carried the suitcase to her new bedroom by herself. A few days later the removal was done, and Fran's former room was as empty as it was before she moved in.
Maxwell stepped into the bedroom, totally exhausted. He just came home from a very stressful rehearsal and wanted to rest a little bit. Fran wouldn't be home until later that evening. She first wanted to attend Gracie's ballet class, then she planned to drive Gracie to a friend's house and pick up Maggie from college. Maxwell went into the ensuite to hang up his jacket. His glance fell on Fran's suitcase. His curiosity was awakened again. He knew that it really wasn't correct to rummage through his wife's personal stuff. But she didn't even have to know about it. He carried the suitcase to the bed and opened it.