A/N: I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now and I figured why not share it with the world? This is my very first fanfic (although not my first idea for one, obviously) and I hope you all with enjoy reading it.

Warning: This fic does include sex, a miscarriage, and overall angst. Please don't read this if these subjects upset you. I intend for this to be an uplifting and happy story, so please don't take it for face value.

With that, enjoy!

Try, Try Again

Chapter 1: Wedding Night

April 2020

It had been quite the eventful day. Cornelius Robinson had just struck a deal with Inventco to expand into what would soon become Robinson Industries, he had an impromptu belated birthday party, and he had just married the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. They had stayed at the reception until the room cleared and everyone went home. Lazlo and Tallulah argued about who got to go home instead of staying to clean in the background. Cornelius listened intently to their bickering, attempting to distract himself. He had started to pick up dirty dishes when Bud, his adoptive father, came up and put his arm over his shoulder.

"Now, son," he said trying to get Cornelius' attention. "You just got married," he said with a smile, then gently turned his son's head to face in the direction of his new wife. His breath caught in his throat. God, she was beautiful. He black hair was pulled back into a braided bun with little ringlets hanging around her face; the white dress she changed into after the ceremony hung perfectly over her curves. Several silver bracelets hung on each arm above the rather impressive sized diamond she wore on her left rand with her new wedding band. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what it would be like to see that dress falling effortlessly to the floor.

Cornelius felt his face go red; he had always known what would come on his wedding night, but at that moment he was trying to busy himself, feeling nervous about not being any good where the bedroom was concerned. He felt himself blush and glanced back at his father who was looking at Franny. "Don't you worry, your mother and I will get this mess cleaned up. You two just go and make yourselves at home." He winked at that last part.

Cornelius nervously chuckled, then gently placed the fine China plate back down on the table. As Bud was about to walk away, Cornelius spoke up. "Um, dad?" He asked hesitantly.

Bud, sensing the tension in his son's voice, quickly came back and replied, "What is it, son?"

Cornelius looked everywhere but at his father. "Um…"

"Son?"

"Any, um…last minute advice?" Cornelius said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and putting the other in his pocket.

Bud froze, furrowing his brow. After a moment, he sighed, then chuckled. "Son, I don't think you'd want advice from an old man like me. But if you're that determined to put this off, you can always tell her you're not ready."

"But that's just the thing. I'm readier now than I've ever been. Sure, we've made out, but it never got very far. Mainly because of you," Cornelius poked an accusing finger into Bud's chest sarcastically. He got serious again. "Look, I just want this night to be special .I don't want to make her think I don't find her attractive. I just want-"

"Son," Bud cut him off. "If you really want that kind of advice, then just take it slow. Don't rush anything. Tell her she's beautiful and kiss her a lot. If it's not good, she won't even notice." He patted his son's shoulder, then turned and walked away, laughing.

Cornelius went to say something, but was interrupted by a pair of arms encircling his torso.

"So, Mr. Robinson, would you like to get out of here?" Franny asked softly into her new husband's ear. He felt the warm breath on his neck and shivered. He turned and looked down into the eyes of the only woman in the world to him-besides Lucille, his adoptive mother, of course. She would always hold a special place in his heart.

He looped his right arm around her slender frame and leaned in close to her lips, just close enough she thought he would kiss her. "Of course, Mrs. Robinson," he said, putting emphasis on the word "Mrs." She smiled widely and closed the gap between them, kissing him chastely, then at the last moment before they pulled away, she nipped at his lower lip. His breath caught again.

"You tease," he said smiling.

"Come on," she continued, taking a quick sip of the wine that was in her hand (how long had that been there? He didn't know, but he suddenly thought having a glass himself was just about the best idea in the world at that moment). "Let's head up to our room."

"Okay, sweetheart. You lead the way." They grinned at each other before Franny turned and started walking toward the door. Quickly Cornelius grabbed a nearby bottle of wine and took a few gulps before running to catch up with her.

Once they were at their bedroom door (which had recently been a storage area but was renovated by Cornelius and Bud so that he and Franny could have a space of their own), Cornelius froze and grabbed Franny's waist. Franny let out a giggle.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see," he said, smiling down at her. For a moment she was lost in his beautiful blue eyes, but the daydream was cut short when Cornelius quickly grabbed Franny behind the legs and literally swept her off her feet. Franny was grinning from ear to ear at the realization as he kicked the door open, never taking his eyes off her, and carried her into their new bedroom.

Franny was too distracted to notice the intricate details of the large room, like the picture frame next to the bed with a photo of them on their first date, or the stuffed frogs hidden about the room. Cornelius didn't dare look anywhere else, for fear this beautiful woman might disappear if he did. He quickly kicked the door shut and walked toward the bed, gently laying her down on top of it. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before saying, "Wait here."

Franny was not the type of person to let too much of her emotions show, so when Cornelius said something corny that would make other people roll their eyes, she would secretly swoon while just smiling at him. That was how she was feeling right now. She was swooning. He was always so gently and loving and knew just how to make her head swim with images of first kisses and holding hands. God, she was so in love.

"Okay, sweetheart," she agreed. Cornelius turned to go lock the bedroom door, then headed back into the bathroom that was on the other side of the bed. As he disappeared, Franny suddenly became very nervous. Sure, she and Cornelius had made out before in his room, his lab, his car…but it never led to anything. She didn't think about it until this moment, but she sure was glad to have someone like him who never wanted to push her further that what she was comfortable with. But now it was time. The big moment was about to happen, but…was she ready? Her smile fell, and she almost-almost-started biting her perfectly manicured nails, but stopped short. She started breathing quicker and decided in that moment that she was going to enjoy it. But what if she wasn't any good? What if they went through with this and he thought she was awful and never wanted to touch her again?

She brought her knees up to her chest, then moved back to the headboard and got under the covers. Oh, God. They hadn't even done anything, and she was already embarrassed.

"Franny," Cornelius said, coming out of the bathroom clad in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. He saw the lump on the bed and frowned. Was she that scared of him? Did she not trust him at all with this whole ordeal?

"Hmm?" Franny said, peeking over the blanket. Immediately she noticed he was shirtless and gasped, pulling the blanket back up over her face.

He sighed, then sat down on the bed looking down at his hands which were clasped together in his lap a bit too tightly. "Franny, why are you hiding?"

"Hiding? I'm not hiding."

"Yes, you are." He paused. "Look, I didn't want to admit this, but…I'm a little nervous. I've never been with a woman before and I'm just worried that I'm not going to be able to give you what you deserve."

Franny's eyebrows raised in the dark. She pulled the blanket down and titled her head, gently placing a hand on Cornelius' back, which was very warm and very pink. Hm. When he blushed, he blushed all over. How cute. She smiled a bit.

"Really, you're nervous?" In all the years she had known this man, he had never once gotten nervous. Frazzled, maybe, but never nervous. Or if he had been, she'd never noticed.

He didn't say anything. He just sighed and nodded slightly.

"Sweetheart, even if it's terrible-" he whipped his head around to look at her in exasperation, which was a hilarious expression on him- "which I'm sure it won't be. I was just saying, even if it's the worst night of my life, it'll still be special to me. And I would never think negatively of this night, I promise." She said sincerely. He smiled and grabbed the hand that was on his back and wrapped his hand around it, brining it up to kiss it.

"I love you. You always know just what to say."

"I know," she said jokingly.

He chuckled, then his face went serious.

"Franny, what we're about to do…if I hurt you or make you uncomfortable- "

"Don't worry, I'll let you know." She smirked, and he rolled his eyes.

"Would you like to get ready, or…?" he trailed off.

"I'll be right back," she said, pulling the blanket off and kissing him before scurrying into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart was pounding, but she tried her best to ignore it. She told herself she was more excited than nervous, but she didn't know if she believed herself.

She looked around the bathroom, just noticing how big it was. In one corner was a jacuzzi and the other a rather large shower. Next to the shower on a hook was a light green fluffy-looking robe. She smiled. He had really thought of everything, hadn't he?

Shaking a bit, she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, then proceeded to take off all the jewelry she was wearing-except her wedding band, of course-placing it all on the sink. She looked at her reflection once more. She looked okay. Not too pudgy, even after three slices of wedding cake (hey, it was delicious), and not too thin. No blemishes. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for him.

She turned and grabbed the robe off the hook and wrapped it around herself. She smiled at the mirror and went to open the door again, then decided last minute to take her hair down. As her hair cascaded down her back, she turned the doorknob and stepped back out into the bedroom.

As she approached the bed, she saw that Cornelius had snuck under the covers this time and was just lounging against the headboard twiddling his thumbs. He heard the door click and turned to look at her, smiling.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Hello," he retorted. After a brief pause, he patted the bed next to him. "There's room for one more." She shook her head and laughed, stepping over to the bed. She thought about going around to get to her side, but she decided to have a little fun and climbed over Cornelius.

As she was trying to get over him, he caught a quick glimpse inside of her robe at the top of the mounds on her chest. They were slightly parted and perfectly smooth and suddenly he couldn't think straight. He grabbed her waist and helped her maneuver to the other side, and as he sat her down leaning over her, he felt the front of his pants get a little tighter.

Oh, no. This was the moment he was dreading: initiation. Both just sat there staring at each other until Cornelius broke the silence. "I love you," he said shyly. She smiled warmly at him and replied, "I love you, too. So much."

He hummed and leaned down to kiss her.

At first it was a beautiful, innocent kissed, only slightly laced with what was to come. After a few minutes of them moving their lips against each other's, tilting their heads to get a better angle, they broke off to come up for air. Then they went right back, only wanting more, but never seeming to get enough.

They broke apart again for a second and, suddenly feeling more confident, Cornelius pushed part of Franny's robe over her right shoulder exposing her perfect skin. Her body was flush from all the kissing and he hoped she would look like that every time they were intimate, because she was just beautiful like this.

They started kissing again and Cornelius, finding courage somewhere in himself, traced his hand over her shoulder and under her robe onto her perfectly shaped breast. She gasped at the contact. No one had ever touched her there before. It was heavenly.

He then ran a thumb over her nipple, making it go stiff. Suddenly Franny moaned, and he broke off the kiss to look at her face. Her mouth was open in a "O" shape he had never seen before. If that was her reaction to a thumb…he had a sudden thought, and removed the fabric from her chest completely. Franny looked at him with wide eyes, but didn't stop him from lowering his head and taking a pert nipple into his mouth. She leaned her head back and moaned again, absolutely loving the sensation.

After working on her right breast for a minute or two, he moved to the other, getting the same reaction out of her once again. She was in heaven and never wanted to come back down to earth.

"Oh, sweetheart…honey…I don't," she gasped, "want you to feel left out." She ran a finger through his shaggy hair and rested her hand on the back of his head. He lifted his head up to look at her.

"Don't worry about me. I want you to feel good."

She smiled and pulled him up to kiss her again. As he moved his body back up the bed, he accidentally rubbed his lower half against her leg. She gasped. She hadn't even really thought about how he was reacting to this moment, but she could tell he was very much enjoying himself.

She grabbed Cornelius' shoulders and pushed him down so that he was laying on his back. He looked up at her with wide eyes. "Franny, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing," she said mischievously, slithering down so her head was right near the top of his pajama pants. She could hear his breath quicken, her heart pounding again, but she decided to ignore it and gently pulled the top of his pants down to reveal the bottom of his cute little blond happy trail. She looked up, unsure if she was even doing anything remotely sexy, then moved her gaze back to the task at hand.

If Cornelius was being honest, he was terrified. No one had ever seen his most private area, except of course his doctor, but that was different. No one had ever seen him, well, like this-with a very strong erection and a beautiful woman threatening to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. She knew he was excited by the thought of her, but he would never admit it out loud, no matter how many times they had made out and he had this exact same problem. He had never even considered telling her how much she turned him on.

He was so nervous that she was going to pull that last bit of fabric down, see what was hiding there, and laugh. He didn't know what was average and what was considered big, but he hoped whatever he was would be just right for his wife.

Suddenly the fabric was gone, and he felt a warm breeze on his nether region, making him twitch. He looked Franny in the eye, as if for some sort of validation. She looked down at his crotch and smiled.

"Wow, I didn't realize…" she trailed off.

"Didn't realize what?" he said with fear in his voice.

"How big you were." She looked back up at him with lust-filled eyes and teasingly flicked her tongue on the hard surface.

"Oh," he gasped. He was relieved that she hadn't laughed at him.

Not really knowing what to do from here, Franny sat there looking down. After a moment Cornelius asked, "Is everything okay?"

As if coming out of a daze, Franny's eyes snapped up and she sheepishly replied, "Um…I don't really know what I'm supposed to do." Cornelius furrowed his brow. "I mean, one of my friends tried to give me some pointers, but I don't know. None of them feel right yet." She sighed and made her way back to the headboard, resting in his outstretched arm. She put a hand on his chest. "Shall we continue?"

He chuckled and brought her head down for another kiss. Their lips moved in a playful dance as Cornelius pushed the robe the rest of the way off his new wife (he smiled at the thought). He tossed the robe to the side and it hit the floor with a soft thud. Franny parted from his lips as a flush came over her cheeks. She was now completely exposed and felt butterflies in her stomach when she looked into his eyes. He didn't say anything and for a moment she worried he wasn't attracted to her. Her throat became tight and just as her eyes pricked with the threat of tears, Cornelius broke the silence.

"Wow, Franny. You're so beautiful."

Franny exhaled, relieved. She smiled and bent down to kiss him once more. Faster than she could anticipate, Cornelius had wrapped his arm around her waist and laid her gently on her back. Her breath caught in her throat again. "Sweetheart- "

"Hang on," he said and stood up. He hesitated for a moment, then realized she was going to see him naked anyway and quickly dropped his pajama pants and boxers in one motion. Franny could feel her face burning; she hadn't realized that all the heavy lifting and hard work in his lab had given him muscles. They were very light and hardly noticeable, but they were still there and made her knees week, even when laying down.

He turned around to get back in bed and their eyes met once more. Franny realized she had been staring (did that matter? They were married now, after all…) and quickly averted her eyes. One corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he pulled the covers back and sat next to Franny. He lightly put a finger under her chin and turned her face back to him.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed." She breathed a sigh as he carefully rolled over to now be on top of her. "Ready?" he asked tenderly.

She nodded and spread her legs slightly to allow him better access.

"Just tell me if I hurt you or if you're in any way uncomfortable." She nodded again, not able to say much considering her heart was beating a mile a minute. Little did she know that his was doing backflips in his chest. Cornelius came down and kissed her ever so gently as he slowly entered her, trying to distract her if she felt any pain. She furrowed her brow, continuing the kiss to distract herself from the pinch she felt between her legs. It wasn't awful, just slightly uncomfortable. Once he was all the way in he held still for a moment to allow her to adjust. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

She paused, then replied, "Yes."

"Okay," he smiled as he brushed a stray hair out of her face. Before he started to pull back out, she said in almost a whisper, "I love you, Cornelius."

He caressed her face with his hand. "I love you, too, Francesca," he replied and kissed her once more as he pulled back and began to move inside of her. She was still slightly uncomfortable at first, but after a minute or two she began to feel a way she never had before. They were gazing into each other's eyes as they made love for the first time. Suddenly Cornelius hit something in Franny that made her moan louder than she ever had, and he froze for a moment.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"What?" Franny said, out of breath. "Oh, no. It feels amazing," she said with a goofy grin. Cornelius felt a swell of pride in his chest as he realized he had made her moan in ecstasy and not pain. He had made her feel amazing and he wanted to do it again.

"Oh, well in that case," he said smirking. Franny was about to reply but the way he was suddenly moving faster than before made her forget everything and the only things that came out of her mouth were the moans that were punctuated by each thrust. Every time she would make a noise, Cornelius felt himself getting more and more turned on. He could feel himself getting close, and noticed that Franny seemed to be getting tighter.

She gripped the bedsheets under her, feeling herself tensing up. She had never really thought about sex or touching herself, so she didn't know what to expect. All she knew was that she was feeling very strange, but definitely in a good way. Suddenly the bed sheets weren't enough to keep her grounded, so she moved her hands to grip Cornelius' back and slightly dug her nails into his skin. The pressure on his back made him tense up, but he never stopped. He was far too close now and he could feel her getting there, too.

Her moans rose in pitch as all at once she felt herself constricting around him. He gasped from the feeling and let himself go as they climaxed together. He kept thrusting until he could no longer feel her walls squeezing him anymore. He stopped moving and they both just laid there looking into one another's eyes. Franny blinked, her face flush and her hair loosely splayed on her pillow. Cornelius didn't dare move. He wanted to stay like this forever, if only to relish the expression on Franny's face.

He leaned his head down and touched her forehead with his own. "That," he said, trying to catch his breath, "was amazing. Do you know how rare it is that couples climax simultaneously?"

Franny cocked her head, then shook it, smiled as she pulled his head down for another kiss. Their lips separated with a slight smack and they touched foreheads once more. Without looking away from her, Cornelius reached over to the bedside table to grab a few tissues.

"We should get cleaned up," he said quietly. She nodded and grabbed the tissue he handed her as he gently pulled out. "Would you like to take a shower," he asked as she cleaned herself off and tossed the tissue in a nearby trashcan.

She chuckled. "Yeah. I don't want to ruin the sheets." He laughed and got up, extending his hand to help her up. Now that he was standing in front of her, not even slightly embarrassed anymore, she was able to look him up and down.

"What is it?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Oh, nothing. You're just a hunk, that's all," she smirked and led the way to the bathroom.

He laughed and shook his head, quickly following her into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him.