Twinkle Twinkle litte star!
Fran wakes up. Still slightly dazed, she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She peeks dreamily at Maxwell, who is still fast asleep. Her love for him is indescribably great at this very moment. Fran gradually finds her orientation, where she is. She is really on her honeymoon on a private yacht in the middle of the wide, big ocean. It is stuffy in their sleeping cabin and Fran feels the urge to get some fresh air. Thank God the cabin has a balcony. Quietly, so as not to wake up Maxwell, Fran sneaks out of the bed, opens the sliding door and steps out into the cool night.
She enjoys the fresh breeze on her skin and looks down at the dark sea. She takes a few deep breaths. The whole situation seems like a magical dream. In her mind she reviews the past few hours.
How she had experienced making love with Maxwell for the yery first time. The most magical first time a loving couple can ever experience. Looking back now, Fran sees it as a blessing that they took their time to get romantic until their wedding night, even though the wedding could have happened much sooner for her liking. But right now, she is just relieved that she didn't sleep with Maxwell sooner, even though there were some opportunities. Even now, as she reminisces it, she feels the butterflies in her stomach. No man had ever loved her as much as Maxwell. In her previous relationships, especially with Danny, she always had the impression that the men mainly loved her body. But Maxwell loves her as a person, he loves her entire personality, including her soul.
Fran breathes in the fresh air and feels incredibly happy. She looks up into the clear sky and the many stars. One star shines particularly bright and radiant and stands out to her. She can hardly take her eyes off it. She remembers what her grandfather used to say to her. Each star represents a deceased person. As she looks at her star, something suddenly occurs to her.
Earlier, when she and Maxwell were lying in bed, cuddled up together, just before they fell asleep, he told her about his appearance the night before. When his first deceased wife Sara appeared and he spoke to her. Fran remembers how Maxwell told her that it was Sara who had sent Fran to them. Now Fran can't get these words out of her head. She realizes that there really must had been a higher power that had kept an eye on the situation the whole time. Or was there another explanation for how everything could have turned out so well? After all, it had been a pure coincidence that Fans had rung the doorbell on that very day, just when Maxwell was in an urgent need of a nanny and she was in a situation where she wanted to try a new career direction.
Fran thinks back to the many times where she almost left the house forever, but something always held her back at the last moment. Like when she had the stupid idea of marrying Danny or when she almost followed Nigel onto the boat. In that moment she feels that perhaps it truly had been Sara who repeatedly intervened from above and finally led her back to the Sheffields. She looks up at the sky.
"Sara! I don't know if you can hear me now, but if it really it's true that you made sure I stayed with Maxwell and the children all these years, I want to thank you for that. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift ever. I know it certainly wasn't an easy job. And I want you to know that even though Max and I love each other very much, it's completely fine with me that a part of his heart will always belong to you and that you two will always be connected. I also promise you that as long as I live, I will always make sure that the children are okay, even if Maxwell and I have a baby of our own one day. You will always be the mother who carried them in her womb and gave birth to them, but I love Maggie, Brighton and Gracie as if they were my own and I will never let them down!"
As she says these words, Fran suddenly feels goosebumps all over her body. It's a special moment for her. She doesn't know if she's just imagining it, but her star suddenly shines even brighter than before, as if it wants to give her a sign. She stands on the balcony for a while, but eventually she feels the fresh and cold night air and she senses a deep tiredness inside. She returns to the cabin and crawls into bed. To warm herself up, she snuggles up close to Maxwell, who puts his arm around her as he sleeps. She hears Maxwell's heartbeat and his deep, regular breathing calms her down so that she quickly falls fast asleep again.