Je t'aime à haute voix

by noemie dubois

Souvenez vous de l'épisode 12 saisons 4 quand fran part et que max la retrouve au centre commercial, eh ben voici ma version (enfin partage cette histoire) de fin heureuse et romantique ! Bonne lecture !

Love You Out Loud

L'author this story is MRM

Fran turned to look at the entrance of the ballroom. Her eyes searched through the room full of party attendees celebrating fashion week in New York City. This party was for her cousin Toddy. His new line was shown this afternoon and the party was still going full swing even though the other evening events were beginning.

An intuitive feeling caused her to keep searching the throng. Her heart caught in her throat as she saw him step hesitantly through the crowd. She wondered what he was doing here. She hadn't seen him or talked with him in 3 months. Not since she walked out of the Sheffield townhouse, quitting her job as a nanny to his three beautiful children and told him until he was ready to shout that he loved her from the rooftops, she was gone.

She went to work for her cousin Toddy then and now she was handling many projects on her own. She was made for working with fashion, just as she was made to be a nanny at one time.

She watched him as he reached in his pocket, pull out his cell, and place a call. She saw his lips move as his eyes continued to search around the room. She really should move, she thought, but she was riveted to the spot, waiting to see just why this man she loved with all her heart was here. Was he looking for her? She dared to hope.

"I haven't found her yet Niles," Max said into the phone as he searched the faces of the many people in the hotel ballroom. "Are you sure your information is correct?"

"Yes Sir," Niles replied emphatically looking around the crowd around him where he waited by the Sheffield limo. "My source is completely trustworthy."

"Really Old Man and just how are you so bloody sure?" Max quipped, curious and irritated at the same time.

"I spoke to Mr. Oldham myself," Niles explained smugly.

"Ah, then I guess she's here," Max responded working his jaw and clenching his hand. She just had to be here. And then, as if it were choreographed, the crowd parted and he saw her, watching him. "I see her," Max said hurriedly, closed his phone and headed toward the woman who had won his heart.

Fran gasped as Max's olive green eyes locked with hers. She saw him end his call and head her way with determination. I guess she knew the answer to whether he was here to see her. He looked amazing in his black leather jacket, black turtleneck and black Donna Karan slacks. She loved him in black; he knew that. He was probably wearing Aramis too.

She looked around and realized the furniture and the crowd blocked her in. Fran stilled her shaking hands, swallowed the lump in her throat and set her chin. She knew she needed be strong. She wanted it all from him and he wasn't going to get her to weaken no matter how good he looked or smelled.

Maxwell watched her movements as he maneuvered through the crowd. She was nervous he could tell and he saw her cover it as she set her chin resolutely. He was ready for this Fran. The question, however, was she ready to hear what he had to say. He faltered for a moment, looking down at his shaking hands and then straightened his shoulders, lifted his chin and quickly crossed the distance between them.

"Hello Fran," Max said quietly. She paused thinking about the fact he was using her first name.

"Max," she said wryly raising an eyebrow and setting her hands on her hips.

"I was wondering if we could go somewhere to…uh…talk?" Max asked hesitantly rubbing his hand along his brow, tucking the other in his pants pocket.

"About?" Fran moved her hands from her hips to cross them in front of her, leaning back a bit to meet him eye to eye.

"Us," he smiled, turning his head to the side slightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Oy, that face," Fran thought as she looked down and dropped her hands at her side then steeling her resolve glanced back up at him. "You know I can't just leave, I have a job to do," she said accenting her words by gesturing toward crowd in the room.

"When can you leave?" Max inquired chagrined. He needed her to come with him, to listen to him, to hear him out. Fran's cousin Todd walked up at this time holding out his hand to Max.

"Maxwell, good to see you again," Todd shook Max's hand and looked at Fran's face seeing that he obviously interrupted something. Todd shrugged his shoulders at Fran in apology. "So what brings you here tonight?"

"Well Todd I was wondering if I could steal Fran for a bit?" Max asked releasing Todd's hand and gesturing toward Fran.

"Sure, Fran can go, things are starting to wind down," Todd smiled thinking he'd done Fran a favor. She gave him a hard stare and he knew he was wrong. "You guys have a great night. I'll see ya tomorrow Frannie," Todd scooted away from the couple quickly. Fran frowned as she watched Toddy leave. Turning to Maxwell she noticed his smug expression.

"Fine," Fran acquiesced rolling her eyes. "I just need to grab my things."

"Great, I'll go with you," Max didn't want to let her out of his sight and he followed Fran who entered a small alcove, grabbed her coat and handbag. Max helped her with her coat closing his eyes and inhaling her sweet scent as he did so. Her soft hair brushed feather soft against his chin. He longed to touch it but held back. He could tell she still held that fire within her that caused her to leave and stay away this time.

Quick snippets of the times Fran had left ran through Max's mind. She'd gone to her mother's, Val's and even Roger Clinton's house, but she always came back. What was different about this time, he wondered. Had her love for him grown cold?

He faltered a bit and Fran looked up at him observing his face. Fran caressed her fingers along his cheek and he saw the concern on her face. Max loved that about her, her empathetic heart, her need to nurture, to help, to surround someone with her love until they felt better. He laid his hand over hers and held it there until he saw the shade come over her eyes and she pulled it away.

"Let's head out to the limo shall we?" Max asked placing a hand in the small of her back, guiding her out of the hotel and onto the sidewalk. Hopefulness lifted away his worries and added a spring to his step. She was coming with him and still cared, it was in her fingertips so soft upon his face. He stroked the area where she touched him. As they reached the street he felt Fran's body language change and he turned to look in the direction she was and saw Niles standing outside the limo.

"Niles," Fran nearly ran over to hug her dear friend and he returned the affection enthusiastically. "Ah Scarecrow I've missed you," Fran whispered in his ear.

"As have we you, Miss Fine," he stated smiling, his blue eyes twinkling, his heart warmed by her use of the pet name she'd given him.

"What's he up to Niles?" asked softly nodding her head toward Max who was standing back allowing them time for their reunion.

"Sorry Missy, that you'll have to get from him," Niles stated and shook his head noting Fran's frown. "Don't be upset with me, he hasn't told me a thing, really" he added holding his hands up in defense as she gave him a wry glance.

"Well then I guess we'd better get this show on the road," Fran said placing a soft kiss on Niles' cheek, wiping away the lipstick print she left there and then turned to enter the door Maxwell held open for her.

Fran slid in across the leather seats and Max climbed in next to Fran, nervously rubbed his hands along his legs and then through his raven curls. He longed to hold her hand but settled for resting it between them barely touching her thigh.

Fran watched his movements from the corner of her eye while appearing to be taking in the sites out the window. She held her breath to see if his hand that was resting so close to her leg was going to touch her. Though she wanted to remain strong to her desire not to give in to him, Fran was dying to touch him. Turning toward him she reached up to his sleeve and picked off an imaginary piece of lint.

"So what exactly do you want to talk about Maxwell," Fran asked crossing her legs, resting her hands on her lap and leveling her gaze at him expectantly.

"I was hoping we could cover that at the restaurant Fran," Max squeaked over the lump in his throat caused by the feelings aroused in that swift move of her toned legs. She was so sexy without even trying.

She smiled when she noticed the desire in his eyes and the tightness of his voice. Fran grazed her fingertips along her thighs smoothing the imaginary wrinkles in her slim black skirt.

"Fine by me," Fran said chuckling watching his reaction as he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Yep," she thought smirking, "I've still got it. Let's fuel the fire."

"So how's the newest show coming along?" she asked smiling, leaning into him, her breast pressing against his arm, her hand smoothing his lapel. She heard his intake of breath. "I talk to the kids all the time so I'm all caught up there," she added as she rested her hand on his upper arm stroking it slightly.

Max looked at her hand and tried to calm his racing heart. He told her about his latest show, the backers, how the premier went, and a strange thing that was happening with C.C.

"Come on Mr. Sheffield," Fran snorted. "She's been after you for years and you are just now seeing this?" Fran shook her head in amazement.

"Well Fran, until you came into my life, I wasn't looking," Max admitted looking at her hand on his forearm, reaching over with his other hand he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the soft skin on the back.

Fran gasped and closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of his lips on her skin. She missed his kisses, his tentative touches. "Two can play this game," he thought as Max slid his fingers between hers and watched the changes emotions on Fran's face.

But he didn't want this to be a game. God help him he was hopelessly in love with this woman. He loved how her face revealed her heart and thoughts. She was beautiful with full, lush lips, expressive almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones and gorgeous porcelain skin.

Fran opened her eyes and found him smiling at her. The car stopping broke into their reverie. Max kissed her cheek, slid out of the limo and still holding her hand helped her out. They stepped into a quiet Italian bistro they often frequented before she left. The owner, Antonio, seated them immediately in the restaurant's most secluded booth, smiling broadly knowing that Maxwell Sheffield had hoped Fran would consent to this meal and the fact that they were here meant things were going in the right direction.

Antonio knew this couple was meant to be together. He'd discussed it many times with Niles. What did Niles say the two of them were, "a couple of yentas", affannone, in Italian? Or as his mama would say, "Non sa di fare i cose suoi, she does not know how to mind her own business." Well now it was he who was the busybody. Antonio sent Franco over to take their order as he stepped out to have a word with his friend, the Sheffield butler.

"I love this place," Fran said looking around the warm, cozy restaurant fragrant with garlic, olive oil and spices.

"I know, me too," Max smiled warmly at her.

Franco arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Maxwell tasted the wine, nodded his acceptance and the young man poured a glass for both people. Fran watched as Maxwell downed the glass and poured another.

"Okay Maxwell, what's up," Fran asked folding her hands on the table in front of her.

"Not up for some light chitchat first," Max kidded observing her serious face. "All right then I'll dive right in," he sighed. "As you know Fran when you first came I was intrigued by you," he started. "As I fell in love with you I started feeling guilty for loving you, allowing you to take a place in my heart that I vowed was only for Sara. Then I started worry," Maxwell stopped and with a shaking hand took a large swallow of his wine.

"Started to worry?" Fran looked at him quizzically. Her heart thundered in her chest at the fact that he just admitted he loved her. She loosened her hands a bit as she had been squeezing them so tightly during his talk that they were tingling from loss of circulation.

"Well Fran as I have told you before I worried about the children, that if we started a relationship and it didn't work out, what would it do to them? Could they survive another loss?" he explained. "Then I worried would I be enough of a man for you. I mean Fran you are so full of fire, passion, joie de vivre and I'm…well…me," he admitted sheepishly. "Through it all I played with your feelings and hurt you and I'm terribly sorry," he added.

"Oh Max," Fran sighed reaching across the table laying her hand palm up hoping he'd slip his into it. He did and squeezed it lightly.

"But in spite of all of the fears, worries and guilt, I love you deeply, completely, wholly and I want to shout it from the rooftops," he conceded, smiling, his eyes crinkling, sparkling with unshed tears. Fran slid closer to Max, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"Uh Fran," Max sputtered. "I'm not done." Fran pulled back to look in his eyes.

"Okay, and…." Fran drawled out, her hands resting along his neck, playing with the curls there causing goose bumps to rise along Max's skin.

"Well, I don't know if you're aware what it entails being my wife and I wonder if you're ready for that," Max stated plainly.

"Max I lived with you for four years, helped you raise your children and have been your sounding board on business, family and matters of the home as well, what exactly don't I know about?" Fran pulled her arms from his shoulders, crossed them in front of her, arching her eyebrow, and drawing her lips into a straight line. Max hesitated measuring his words carefully.

"I've thought this through and I wonder do you really know me?" he asked determinedly. "We've been 'nanny and employer,'" he accented the last words by making quotation marks with his hands. "We've not really shared many intimacies, fears and future plans like couples who are preparing to marry have," Max explained.

"Well Max, that's easy to fix," Fran said. "We start doing things couples do," she added listing " Dating, spending time together without the children."

"Yes, I agree that would help, but you need to understand that you'll be a big part of the business side of things as well and that hasn't always gone so well in the past," he stated seeing her frowning.

Fran knew she had ruined or brought to end several business deals and this was an area that most worried her. But her time with Todd had showed her how jumping right in with her mouth and both feet wasn't the way folks worked in the business world. In these short three months she had come to realize how she could be a good business partner for Max and still be herself. She wondered if she could ever make Max realize that.

"I know Max," she saw relief in his eyes. "I've learned a lot while I've been with Toddy and I think I can learn more how to be an asset to your company." Max gave her a surprised look. "What?" she asked him.

"You surprise me Fran that's all," he admitted smiling. His smile faded and apprehension filled his face.

"Come on Max spill it," Fran encouraged him laying a hand on his forearm and stroking it softly.

"Well there is one other thing," he hedged.

"Yes" she looked at him questioningly, "What other thing?"

"Um, you know Fran, you've never told me, that is you've never said," he stammered.

"What, Max, I never said what?" Fran guided him.

"Fran, you haven't told me you love me," Max nearly whispered yet the words had such impact she flinched. He was right, she flirted, she implied, but she never actually said the words. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks.

"Oh Maxwell," she cried as she lowered her head into her hands. Max pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her making comforting sounds. "I love you so much I'm not sure we have enough lifetime for me to show you," she stated softly turning to lay her cheek on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. When he didn't respond she looked up seeing tears travel down his cheeks. She kissed the trails tasting the salty wetness.

"Maxwell, please don't ever doubt my love for you ever again," Fran whispered against his cheeks, her breath sweet and warm upon them.

"Will you be able to do the same of mine in spite of my past behavior?" Max asked cupping her cheek with his hand worry filled his face. Fran hesitated, looking away from him and Max's hand and face fell.

Franco approached the table with their entrées. Assessing the situation, he quickly placed their dishes before them, inquired if there would be anything else, left the table and scurried to find Antonio and Niles.

"I'm blown away that you've admitted you love me Max," Fran lifted his chin to look in his sad olive green eyes and stroked his cheek softly. "But, and I hate to mention it, I need time to see that you're not going to take it back. That," she paused not wanting to bring up the "thing" again but needed him to know her feelings continued. "Incident hurt me so much, more than I ever realized any one could hurt me."

"How much time Fran?" Max asked twisting a strand of her soft, curly brown hair around his finger. He loved her hair. It marveled him, enticed him and many a night he imagined it splayed across his pillow. "I thought my finding you and what I've said here tonight would be enough," he sighed heavily.

"Oh it's a major start," Fran reached up, pushed up a gray lock of hair that had fallen on his forehead and slid her fingers through his hair. Max closed his eyes at the sensation. When he opened them he saw love in her chocolate brown eyes but also a question.

"What?" he urged her.

"Aren't I worth the time and effort?" she asked softly yet determinedly.

"Most assuredly," Max stated emphatically seeing her confusion he chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Yes," he whispered into her ear, felt her shiver and her stomach rumble. "Now let's eat," he laughed.

Max hadn't laughed as much in the last three months as he did in that two-hour meal with Fran. He was free of the guilt, pain and loneliness that had plagued him since Sara's death. He felt lighthearted, almost giddy, like a schoolboy and he was excited to prove his love to this wonderful woman. He looked down at their entwined hands as Niles drove them to Fran's home.

"I've so enjoyed our time together Fran," Max said as he leaned over, tilted her face up and placed a light kiss on her lips. He hovered over her lips a moment again soaking in her beauty before kissing her deeper and longer, enjoying the feel of her tongue dancing with his. Breathless they pulled apart and the limo came to a stop.

Max helped Fran out of the limo and walked her to her apartment. They paused at the door as she unlocked it.

"I'll call you later," Max stated as he turned her to face him adding softly, "I love you so much Fran."

"Love you more," she smiled, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now go and be careful. I'll talk to you later."

Max kissed her again, watched her step into her apartment, shut and lock the door before he turned to go, jogging down the stairs two at a time and hopped in the limo.

"Well, I take it things went well," Niles said as his boss closed the limo door. Max looked up toward Fran's apartment and saw her waving from the window. He lowered the window, blew her a kiss and waved.

"Yes Niles very well indeed," Max affirmed as he raised the window and Niles pulled away. "Only," he hesitated.

"Only what Sir?" Niles asked glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

"Well, she doesn't trust my love Old Man," Max stated and then explained the conversation at the table.

"Well, Sir, I guess the task is to convince her in anyway you can," Niles advised.

"You know it," Max agreed and removed his phone from his pocket. "Excuse me a minute Niles," Max said as he raised the screen. Niles noticed a slight blush in his employer's cheeks. He figured his friend and boss was calling Miss Fine.

Fran knew when the phone rang it would be Max. He called her every night this week after dropping her off. It had become part of their routine-first he would kiss her at the door until she was weak kneed and breathless, then listen for her to lock the door, wave from the limo and lastly call her to talk while Niles drove him home.

"God I love that man," Fran said out loud as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. She moved to her room, tuned in her favorite jazz station on her stereo, stepped into the bathroom to remove her make up and get ready for bed. As she climbed under the covers and hugged her pillow to her chest Fran thought about their plans for the next day. Indian Summer had come to New York City and they were going to enjoy the day in Central Park.

Apprehension filled her as she thought about what she'd been avoiding telling Max. She was leaving for Europe in three days to finish the fashion tour with Todd and was going to be gone for a month. She had been pulling her best Gone with the Wind denial trip putting off to tomorrow this conversation, but she was running out of tomorrows. Fran rolled onto her back as she fretted whether this newfound love of theirs could withstand the separation. Sleep was a long time coming as Fran pondered the words she needed to say and the "what ifs" of the days ahead.

Max noticed the shadows under his love's eyes the minute she opened her door to him and wondered was he the cause of her tired eyes and dim smile. He reviewed the week's events in his mind. He'd devoted every night to Fran. They'd been to the theater, the opera, dancing, and a concert and at Fran's suggestion a movie. Something he hadn't done in a long time and enjoyed immensely holding Fran close in the darkened theater; sharing popcorn, tasting her lipstick on the soda they shared.

C.C. was furious with him and he basically told her to earn her salary and handle the business. Fran was his only focus. He knew this woman better now; he was in tune with her feelings, body language and really listened to what she had to say. He found her to be discerning, intelligent, funny, creative and just plain amazing. If it was possible he was more in love with her today than a week ago. Max decided that he wasn't going anywhere until she told him what kept her awake last night.

"Fran why didn't you sleep well last night," Max asked stroking her cheek and kissing her lips lightly.

Fran looked at Max's pensive face and knew they needed to talk before they went anywhere. Sometimes it was disconcerting how well he was getting to know her yet it was heartwarming as well.

"Let's sit," she said softly, shutting the door and heading toward the overstuffed white couch. Max settled next to Fran, looped his fingers through hers and waited while she gathered her thoughts. "Fran, you're scaring me. Is it really that bad?" he asked.

"It doesn't have to be, but I'm afraid," Fran admitted looking deeply in those amazing green eyes.

"Well I'm well aware of being afraid and usually the fear makes things appear more scary than they actually are," Max smiled warmly pulling her into his arms, stroking her back the scent of her freshly washed hair filling his senses causing him to sigh with pleasure. "Now just spill it as you say and we'll deal with whatever it is."

"I have to leave in three days to do the fashion weeks in London, Paris and Milan," Fran squeaked out over the lump in her throat. Pulling from his embrace she rested her hands on his arms, looked into his face so full of love and concern and said, "I'll be gone a month."

Instantly Max felt his gut wrench, " a month," he said softly looking down. He immediately understood her worries. Would their love stand this test? And his constant worry, would she find someone else? Then he did something he'd done countless times in his life; he pulled the mask over his emotions, and looked up leveling his gaze at her beautiful brown eyes filled with fury. The mask fell.

"Stop it Maxwell Sheffield," she exclaimed. "Don't you do that to me! Do not cover up how you're feeling about this," she nearly yelled as she stood crossed her arms in front of her and stamped her foot. Tears of frustration spilled on to her cheeks.

"How would you like me to react Fran?" Max stated sternly standing thrusting his hands into his pockets and pacing the apartment. "How do I appear supportive and hate that you are going at the same time? You tell me," he exhaled in frustration and stopped in front of her watching the anger change to worry to sadness. A steady stream of tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I don't know," she choked out in a whisper. "It's been something I've dreaded all week."

"You knew this all week," Max shouted dumbfounded that she hadn't told him. "Talk about cover ups," he snipped his face red from anger and hurt. Fran's fight or flight response kicked in as she remembered other arguments they'd had. Realizing she wasn't in the mansion anymore and couldn't just run away from him, she decided to fight it out. It was for the best she thought as she set her jaw and rose up to her full height before speaking.

"Look Maxwell, I know I should have told you this from the beginning and I'm sorry. I have no excuses," Fran stated softly and plainly. She walked over to where Max was standing, grabbed his hand and led them back to the couch. "I want so much for this relationship to work out. I hope our love is strong enough to withstand this," she admitted grabbing a tissue from a box on the table to stem the flow of tears that came with the admission.

"Me too Fran," Max agreed, his anger melted and he wrapped his arms around her tucking her under his chin. They stayed that way listening to each other breath; Fran felt his heart beat slow as he relaxed. Max sensing her calm.

"I love you Fran," Max whispered and kissed the top her head. Fran pulled back looking up with reddened but smiling eyes.

"I know Sweetie. I love you," she smiled brightly. Max's smile filled his face at her admission.

"So does that mean you're trusting my love," Max asked hesitantly searching her face knowing it would show all. Fran observed how vulnerable he was.

"I do and I'm hoping I still can one month from now," Fran confessed resting her cheek on his chest. Max wrapped his arms around her and stroked her head.

"Fran I'll be here waiting for you, pining for you and is there any reason I cannot come to see you?" Max asked hopefully.

"Really?" Fran sat up flashing a bright smile.

"Really," Max stated kissing her nose. His cell rang and Fran watched as he pulled it out. "Niles," he said, and then answered it.

"He's been waiting for us?" Fran asked standing, seeing Max nod she headed toward her room to freshen up.

"Uh Fran," Max called out after he finished his call and headed toward her bedroom. "We need to talk about after the park," Max said as he leaned on the doorframe of her room and watched her fix her face. "God you're beautiful," he said softly. Fran blushed under his appraisal.

"You're not so bad yourself Mister," she purred looking at him in the mirror. "You know I love you in jeans." Max smiled, moved over to the bed and sat down.

"I have three very disappointed children at home and I had to make a deal with them," Max told Fran who moved toward her large closet.

"I imagine they are disappointed," Fran called out. "What's the deal?" she asked coming out with a jacket.

"After the park we are having a family night complete with games, pizza and a movie," Max explained.

"Sounds great Sweetie," Fran smiled.

"And," he hesitated a seductive gleam in his eye.

"And," Fran repeated in a low voice moving catlike toward where he sat, set the coat on the bed and wrapped her hands along his shoulders. Max grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap.

"Why don't you bring an overnight bag," Max suggested smiling slyly.

"Hmm, let me think about this," Fran struck a pose with her finger on her chin eyes looking up toward the ceiling appearing to give the question great thought.

"Do you need convincing, young lady?" Max purred in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek. He sucked her lobe into his mouth, nibbling a bit before releasing it and then rained kisses along the outer shell of her ear, down the line of her jaw and the nape of her neck.

"Mmmm, I think I'm more than convinced," Fran replied hoarsely. "And if you keep this up we will never leave this room and poor Niles is still waiting."
"We will finish this Fran Fine," Max growled as he leveled his gaze with her and punctuated the statement by claiming her mouth. The couple sighed, relishing in the feeling.

"Now pack a bag and then we'll go," Max stated reluctantly removing Fran from his lap. Both stood and Max headed to the hall bathroom while Fran grabbed a few items from her closet and toiletries from her bathroom. She picked up her coat, bag and headed toward the door where Max took the bag from her, opened the door and the two headed to the limo.

Niles watched the couple exit Fran's building and smiled at how relaxed, happy and in love they both looked. He was so thankful that Max took this step finally and that Fran was willing. Niles knew that Max intended to marry Fran, but knew his boss was waiting until Fran was convinced that Max meant it when he said he loved her. Niles watched their level of comfort grow over this week and knew it wouldn't be much longer before this couple would be engaged. He exited the car to open the door for them.

"Sorry it took us so long Niles," Fran said as she leaned in to give him a hug before sliding into the seat.

"Thanks for your patience, Old Man," Max said as he handed Fran's overnight back to Niles and climbed in next to Fran.

"Well, I think it was worth it," Niles smiled looking at the bag in his hand and then winking at Max before closing the door. Moving to the trunk he stowed the bag and then returned to the driver's seat. "Yes things are progressing very well," he mumbled to himself smiling broadly.

"We'll give you a call to pick up the lunch things when we're done," Max said to Niles as he took the basket his faithful butler handed him. Niles watched as the couple strolled away hand in hand.

"So Fran, what happens the days surrounding when Todd does a show?" Max asked from where he lay on the blanket hands cradling his head, eyes closed, the sun warming his face. Fran heard his voice rumble in his chest where her cheek rested. He was scoring major points in the trusting his love column for allowing this very public display of affection something so out of his comfort zone, Fran thought enjoying his closeness.

"Well I haven't been to these before, but Toddy says there's other shows to attend and parties," she explained without opening her eyes. "Then there are preparations for the next event."

"So you're pretty much busy the whole time?" Max asked lacing his fingers through her hair, stroking her scalp lightly.

"Max if you came to London, Paris, or Milan I'm sure there'll be time for us to be together," Fran said as she rolled over on her stomach and lifted her head so she could look at his face. "Is this what you want to know?"

"Yes, thank you," Max replied smiling smugly opening one eye to look at her. "But I also want to know if you want me to come," he added shyly as he turned on his side facing her.

"Oh Sweetie of course I want you to come," Fran moved up to kiss him on the cheek. "C.C. is going to plotz," Fran laughed. Max's laughter joined hers and he grazed his fingers along the soft skin of her face.

"I don't care," Max stated boldly. "I pay her a generous amount and she can actually earn it over the next month." Fran smiled at this and kissed him again.

"Let's go see the kids," she said patting his chest with her hand then stood. Max took a minute to admire the beautiful woman in front of him, amazed she loved him and his heart overflowed knowing how much she loved his children as well. He was a lucky man, damn lucky.

"Whatever you say Sweetheart," Max replied smiling, standing and moving away from the blanket Fran started to fold while he called Niles. After ending his call with Max, Niles returned to the car and placed a call home.

Maggie hung up the phone and told her sister and brother that Max and Fran were on the way. Brighton returned the game he was playing and the two girls went back to watching TV. Maggie couldn't concentrate plagued by her thoughts.

She had noticed right away something was different with her dad more than a week ago. He seemed happier and for Dad that was something especially since Fran left. Maggie frowned at the memories of Fran telling them she was leaving and why.

At the first signs of this upbeat dad she and her siblings thought of course that he was on the trail of a hot new play but C.C. ruled that out for them. Then they thought with worry that it was a new woman in his life. Little did they know? When he sat them down at the beginning of this week and told them what he did and that he and Fran were a couple now, well cheers and tears of joy were inadequate to show him how they felt.

Later though, Maggie wondered after so many past heart to heart talks with Fran if her dad had the ability to see this through to the end this time. Would he back out again from a relationship with this woman who was like a second mother to her? For all their sakes she hoped not.

Maggie looked over at Gracie who kept turning her head from the TV to the door. Brighton who set aside his Game boy in a huff chewed on a nail and stole glances at Grace each time she looked at the door. Maggie's own stomach was doing flip-flops and she wished they would just get here. The sound of the doorknob turning had them all on their feet and rushing for the door.

Fran was instantly enveloped by her three angels and relished in the feel of their bodies next to hers. "God she loved these kids, her kids" Fran thought as she lovingly touched each one. They all started talking at once and Fran heard every word, laughing and contributing to the conversations. Tears threatened to fall as Max stood aside and watched them.

Niles hung their coats, grabbed the picnic things, Fran's bag and headed toward the kitchen before he burst into tears of joy. "Finally," he thought, "this group of people will be a family again!" He wiped his tears, busied around the kitchen cleaning and putting away the picnic things and started for the stairs when he heard Max's voice from the hallway outside the kitchen door.

"Niles," Max called out as he entered the kitchen. "Thanks so much for today."

"Anytime sir," Niles replied from the first stair smiling at his boss' thoughtfulness.

"We'll be ordering out for dinner, would you care to join us?" Max asked and then added with a smile, "You may have the night off as well."

"As wonderful as pizza night sounds sir," Niles responded wryly, "I think I'll pass."

"You are taking that bag to my room aren't you?" Max asked nodding toward Fran's overnight bag in Niles' hand.

"I was planning to," he responded a knowing look in his eye. "I'll be planning on Miss Fine's favorite breakfast foods in the morning," Niles added smiling.

"Good, I know she'll appreciate it," Max responded before turning to go.

"Sir," Niles called to him causing Max to stop and turn toward his faithful friend. "I'm glad it's working out," Niles admitted softly.

"Me too, Old Man, me too," Max agreed smiling. "Ah I should tell you that I will be taking a trip overseas this next month and will need your help with the children." Niles' frown caused Max to raise an eyebrow and eye him sternly.

"Fran is going to be in Europe for the next month and I plan on visiting her while she's there," Max explained.

"Ah then, no problem," Niles replied. "Anything to help this along," he added under his breath.

"What was that?" Max asked.

"I asked if there would be anything else?" Niles lied and took a step up the stairs.

"No, I'll keep you posted on the dates," Max responded as he turned and pushed through the kitchen door. "And Niles?" Max said as he held the door with his foot waiting to see if he had his butler's attention.

"Sir," Niles turned to look at his boss.

"I appreciate anything you do to 'help this along,'" Max added smiling warmly accenting his last words by making quotation marks with his hands.

"Whatever I can do, sir," Niles replied chagrined and made his way quickly up the stairs before his boss stopped him again.

Max chuckled and headed to the living room expecting to see his family instead he found an empty room. He headed up the stairs listening for his love's distinctive voice. At the top of the stairs he heard her throaty laugh from Maggie's room. Leaning against the doorframe of his eldest daughter's room what he saw warmed his heart to the core.

Fran was leaning back on the bed pillows with her arm around Grace, holding Maggie's hand as Brighton was acting out something that happened at school. All four of them were laughing heartily. Max stepped away unnoticed and headed to his office to check his messages and see if C.C. left anything for him.

Fran watched him from the doorway of the office. His slender fingers holding some document that he wasn't paying attention to. He was holding the ear piece of his glasses to his lips as Max stared out the French doors at the dusky sky. His beautiful green eyes bore a far off expression; his face was open and relaxed. A gray curl rested on his forehead.

"I was wondering where you slipped off to," Fran said gliding from the door to his desk. Max laid on the desk the paper he was holding and opened his arms to her. Fran climbed onto his lap, wrapped one arm around his shoulders, and pushed up the fallen lock of hair with her other hand. Max wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly.

"You and the children were catching up so I decided to see to things here before we began our family night," Max explained nuzzling her neck placing a warm kiss there.

"It didn't look like you were getting much done from where I was standing," Fran giggled moving her fingers to tickle the few chest hairs that stuck out from his open collared shirt.

"I find thoughts of you cause my mind to stray," Max said softly against her cheek.

"Oh so I'm a distraction," Fran joked bringing her fingers to graze along his cheek feeling the end of the day stubble there.

"Most definitely," Max leaned into her hand enjoying the sensations. "A welcomed one for sure." Max tenderly nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth hearing her intake of breath he looked up to see her eyes closed and her cheeks were flushed. Tugging on her lip he felt her open her mouth and send her tongue to meet his. They enjoyed the sweet softness of the kiss and stopped only when they heard Grace's voice calling them from the hallway.

"We're coming Sweetheart," Max called out as he rested his forehead against Fran's, both catching their breath. Fran kissed his lips lightly once more before standing and clasping his hand.

"This is what we're here for anyway," Fran stated as she pulled him to his feet, "Family night."

"Later then," Max replied as he pulled her to him and kissed her firmly.

"Actually Max I want to talk to you about that," Fran hedged peering out the door for the children. Satisfied that no one was listening she turned back to Max who looked at her quizzically.

"As much as I want to do you think it's a good idea if I stay with you tonight with the kids in the house?" she asked hesitantly hoping he would understand that she wanted to be with him but there were children in the house to consider.

"Probably not," Max replied looking downcast. "But I don't really want you to go home tonight and I'd really don't want to sleep alone in my bed knowing you're just down the hall."

"So what do we do?" Fran stepped toward Max wrapping her arms around his waist leaning back to look at his face.

"I have an idea," Max leveled his gaze with hers. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why don't we just explain it to the children," Max suggested plainly. "I mean they know that we are two adults who love each other very much and intend on spending the rest of our lives together. I think they can handle it."

"Really?" Fran gave him a surprised look. This was a most unusual response from him.

"Really, Fran a man can change can't he?" Max asked feigning a hurt expression.

"I'm sorry Sweetie, you just surprise me that's all," Fran hugged him tightly. "Okay then I think we should get it out of the way right away, then we can move on and enjoy the evening," Fran stated releasing him, clasping his hand and pulling him toward the living room as she called out for the kids to meet with them to discuss something.

"Really you guys, it would be more weird if you didn't," Maggie retorted after hearing what Fran and her dad had to say.

"But our concern Margaret is that we don't want you or the others to think we would condone the same thing for you," Max explained looking into the eyes of each of his children.

"Please Dad, we get it," Brighton huffed falling back into the couch cushions. "So when do we get to eat?"

"The pizza should be here any time People," Niles stated as he moved toward the closet, reached in and grabbed a jacket. "I'll be back later," he added as he headed out the door.

"All right then, that's settled. What should we do first—game or movie?" Fran asked standing placing her hands on her hips. The doorbell stopped any discussion as they watched Max answer the door and pay the pizza deliveryman. Max turned and observed their shocked faces.

"What?" Max chuckled. "I do know how to answer a door and pay a pizza man," he quipped as he headed to the dining room. The kids and Fran glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders in wonder. Then Fran handed out assignments to each of the kids to get napkins, plates and drinks while she cued up the movie. The family settled in ready for a night of fun.

"Think they had fun," Fran whispered looking over at Max from her place on the floor. Max glanced over to see Fran lovingly stroke Grace's hair as the child slept curled up against Fran.

"I think we wore them out," Max relied softly and gently shook Brighton's shoulder trying to rouse his only son who was asleep on the floor beside him. Maggie looked over at her sleeping siblings and yawned.

"I'm heading up," Maggie announced standing and stretching. "Do you need help with them?"

"No Sweetheart, we'll get them moving," Max replied looking up at his beautiful oldest.

"Okay, good night Daddy," Maggie answered leaning down to kiss her father on the cheek. "Good night Fran," she turned and hugged her friend. "I love you," she said softly.

"Love you more my angel," Fran responded kissing her eldest on the cheek and hugging her tightly. Grace stirred, raised her head from Fran's lap and blinked sleepily. "Come on Sweetie, let's get you to bed," Fran stood, helped Grace to her feet, slid her arm along her shoulder and guided her up the stairs. Max did the same with Brighton.

Each adult visited the three rooms one last time and then met in the hallway. Nervousness took over as they timidly reached for each other's hand.

"I'm nervous," Max stated softly releasing her hand and slipping his arm around her shoulder as they walked to Max's room.

"Me too Sweetie," Fran admitted as she hesitated before the closed door of this room.

"Fran, as much as I'd love to make love to you, we don't have to do anything tonight but just hold each other," Max said as he turned her to face him and lifted her chin so he could look into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Why don't we take it as it goes," Fran suggested placing a soft kiss on his lips. The couple's eyes widened when they entered the room.

Apparently Niles had plans for the night as they took in the candle lit room, a bright fire in the fireplace and rose petals placed here and there.

"Niles," they both said and chuckled. They stood for a moment unsure of what to do next.

"You know what I've missed since I've been gone, besides you that is," Fran began as she slid from his embrace and headed toward the bathroom. "Your amazing Jacuzzi tub," she stated turned to face him and beckoned him with her finger. "What do ya say, shall we?" she asked boldly raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah," Max growled and followed her as she went into the room turned on the faucets. Max grabbed a couple of towels from the shelf and placed them on the towel warmer. Fran added bath salts to the water. She turned to say something to Max and noticed he was gone. He returned carrying a candle in each hand.

"Good idea," Fran said as she went back into the bedroom and did the same. She then grabbed their bathing toiletries. By the time the tub was ready, the room was warm, aromatic and glowing in candlelight. Max and Fran slowly undressed each other thoroughly enjoying the process with their hands and mouths. Max gasped as his eyes feasted on Fran's incredible body.

"I take you like what you see Mr. Sheffield," Fran purred seductively as her gaze lowered observing his level of excitement. Her own body was on fire. Her eyes taking in his toned, exquisite body and a tingling sensation settled in her core.

"Isn't it obvious," he joked his voice heavy with desire.

"Flattering actually," she uttered as she placed a warm kiss in the center of his chest letting her lips linger a moment. She swayed a bit as she tried to get control of her dizzying emotions. Max rested his hands on her shoulders steadying her and then slid them along her arms before clasping her hands in his, guiding her to the tub and helped her in. He climbed in behind her, settled back and pulled her to him her back against his chest. Both let out a ragged sigh of pleasure enjoying the sensation of their naked bodies touching.

Max reached up, grabbed her body wash and loofa, squeezed a dollop of the fragrant soap onto the soft material and began to scrub circles on her neck and shoulders. Fran thought nothing could feel more amazing as she leaned forward to give him access to her back. He made lazy circles down each arm before rinsing her with the warm water. Pulling her to him she gasped as she felt again his strong chest against her back.

Adding more of the fragrant soap to the sponge he reached around and began the process on her chest taking great time to bring each dusky tip to it's peak causing a warm rush to flood Fran as she closed her eyes and moaned softly at the sensation. He moved his arms under hers and methodically covered every inch of her taut stomach with suds before rinsing her again.

"My turn," Fran stated huskily as she turned to face him wrapping her legs around his waist feeling Max's intake of breath, his arousal against her and his muscles under her legs tighten in response. She grabbed a loofa, poured a large amount of his spicy gel on it and began the same tender ministrations on his body.

Max took the opportunity to watch her face as she covered his upper body with the spicy soapy wash. His fingers itched to trace the contours of her high cheekbones, full lips and the gentle curve of her chin. He noticed freckles on her chest and he thought how that was something he never knew about her. He pondered how this night would bring all the things he dreamt about her to reality.

Fran observed the changing emotions on her love's face as she rinsed the suds from his arms, shoulders and chest. She loved that he allowed her to see him this vulnerable and decided that he must love her for real this time and that he wasn't going to take it back. Tonight she would give it all to him, body and soul.

Fran moved to turn him with his back to her and began the washing process taking note of the taut, defined muscles of his back and the broadness of his shoulders. She saw water drip from the curls on the back of his gorgeous dark hair. Her free hand reached up and slid through luxuriating in the feel of them as she rinsed the suds from the back of his body. She leaned back pulling him with her and Max thought he had reached the peak of pleasure outside of her body when he felt her breasts against his back and her small soft hands languidly stroking his chest and arms.

The water started to cool and Max rose up bringing Fran to a standing position. Stepping out he reached for the warm towel and taking great care dried her body. She wrapped the towel around her tucking it to stay in place and then repeated the drying process on Max. He wrapped his lower body in the towel, clasped Fran's hand and stepped over to the sink to grab her brush.

Leading her to the bed he lowered her to a seated position with her back to him and began to brush out her curls. A pleasure that excited both of their bodies in ways they never imagined. When he finished she turned, whispered her thanks against his lips before kissing him deeply, hungrily. Never breaking the kiss, they stood and removed the towels.

Max stepped back admiring once again her amazing body and then turned down the bed. He cradled her in his arms, lifted her and placed her in the sheets. He felt a rush to his groin as he took in the vision of her hair splayed on the cream-colored sheets and her hands beckoned him to the bed, mirroring many of his fantasies. They spent the night discovering each other, pleasuring each other and bringing to reality many of their dreams about each other.

Fran woke slowly feeling Max's chest against her back, his arm along her waist, his hand resting on her stomach and his legs entwined with hers. She smiled broadly and stroked his arm lightly with her fingertips. Feeling him waken she turned to face him.

"I love you so very much Maxwell," Fran whispered as she laid her head on his chest. "That was an amazing night," she stated hugging him to her.

"That my dear is an understatement," Max chuckled and she could hear the rumble in his chest. "I love you my darling," Max whispered, his voice heavy with emotion causing Fran to look up at his face and she wiped the tears that were spilling over his lashes.

"I know and you made me an adamant believer last night," she replied tenderly wiping the tears from his face.

"Stay here, with us, these next few days before you go?" Max asked over the lump of emotion in his throat. "Please," he smiled the lines around his eyes crinkling. Fran reached up and traced them with her finger and then leveled her gaze with his.

"Definitely," Fran smiled broadly and then laughed when her stomach growled loudly.

"Let's go take care of that," Max exclaimed moving to get out of bed. "I have it on good authority that all of your favorite foods will be served at breakfast this morning." Fran admired his naked form as he moved to the bathroom and he flushed with pleasure.

"You keep looking at me like that and we won't leave this room," Max admonished her. Fran hesitated and Max could see she was weighing her options. Her stomach growled louder and he saw food won as she climbed out of bed and headed to her bag.

"I see hunger won out," Max laughed as he stepped in the room to turn on the shower.

"This time," he heard her say from behind him as she climbed into the shower with him. They enjoyed each other's bodies one more time, and Max indulged another fantasy as he washed her hair for her. When her stomach wouldn't take one more minute of waiting they reluctantly exited the shower.

Max was amazed at his middle-aged body's immediate response to the sight of her rubbing sweet smelling lotion on her legs and body. This woman seriously brought out the hormone-raged teenaged boy in him. He entered the closet trying to gain control as he slipped on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Max wasn't surprised that she was already gone when he exited the closet. He knew a Fine and food were not long separated.

Her distinctive laughter floated through the house as Max headed to the dining room. He could hear his children's and Niles' as well mingling in a delightful sound and once again tears sprang to the corners of his eyes. Swiping at them he hurried to join them.

The children were delighted when Fran and Max told them she would be spending the next three days with them, but their joy was subdued at the realization that she would then be leaving them for a month. Their smiles replaced their worried countenance when Max told them he would be visiting Fran during the month.

C.C. arrived as the children were leaving and Fran took Max's business partner's arrival as her cue to head up to get ready for the day. Max was going to tell C.C. about his plans for the month and Fran didn't want to stick around for the fireworks. She needed to get her schedule from Toddy and pack for the three days as well as the month ahead. Fran and Max agreed to meet up again for lunch here at the mansion.

Fran could see in his eyes he had more than food on his mind for lunch. She marveled at his stamina considering his age. She reveled in his desire for her and her body flushed with pleasure at she scenes from last night replayed in her head. All those years she knew a fire burned under that cool British reserve and she was beyond ecstatic when she discovered she was right. She was going to thoroughly enjoy these next few days but she also knew it was going to make the next month even more difficult.

Difficult wasn't a strong enough word, torture would be how Fran would describe leaving Max and the kids Fran thought as she sobbed quietly in her seat; the plane zooming through the air. Her mind conjured images of her and Max waking up together this morning enjoying each other's bodies slowly and tenderly, committing each moment to memory. She touched her hair remembering the feel of his fingers softly washing it and then combing it free of tangles.

Breakfast was a somber affair and even Fran's attempts to joke fell flat as each person realized it was going to be one long month. Fran tearfully kissed each child goodbye as they left for school promising to call them every day. Then she and Max made the agonizing trip to the airport clinging to each other, each lost in their thoughts.

"I'll see you in one week," Max assured her as he embraced her. "I love you," he whispered in her ear hugging her tightly to him.

"I love you more," she responded tearfully pulling back to kiss him one last time before turning and entering the security line. She looked back seeing him smile half-heartedly and wave. She blew him a kiss and turned to place her bag on the conveyor. Her phone rang as she settled in the gate and she smiled knowing it was Max. They talked until the flight attendant threatened to take her phone as the plane rumbled down the runway.

She called him the minute the flight attendant allowed it after they landed and her heart warmed at the sound of his deep voice saying her name longingly when he answered.

"I miss you,' he admitted as they clung to these moments.

"I haven't even stepped foot in the airport yet and my heart is aching," Fran explained tearfully. "How are we going to do this, Max?"

"Do you want to come home?" he asked her softly wondering why he didn't just ask her to stay in the first place. "Damn it," he thought. "She could live here and let me take care of her. Why didn't I think of this sooner?" he wondered.

"As good as that sounds, I can't. Toddy needs me Max," Fran said. "I can't just bail out on him without a replacement."

"So then we go with the plan," Max confirmed trying to sound upbeat.

"Yes, I guess," Fran's voice trailed off as she pondered the possibility of finding a replacement while she was in Europe. She quickly dismissed the idea knowing that Todd would kill her but not only that she was curious to see how things would go with Max during this month. She knew she was testing him and it probably wasn't fair. His voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Fran, are you there?" he asked thinking they'd lost connection.

"Yes, Sweetie, I'm sorry," Fran responded.

"Have you reached customs?" he inquired knowing by the sound of her breathing she was walking and talking.

"Yes, My Love so I should go," Fran added reluctantly.

"Okay Sweetheart, call me later?" he asked.

"Of course," she answered distractedly running through the list of things she needed to do once she left the airport. "I'll get settled, check in with Toddy and see what's up. I'll call you before I go to sleep," she explained

"Whenever Fran, I mean it. No matter what the time, call me," Max added hearing the customs officer asking for her passport.

"Okay," she said hurriedly. "Love you!"

Max heard the click of the phone before he could respond. He sat despondent looking at the phone in his hand. C.C. observed his countenance from the couch where she sat and listened to the phone call, stood and headed to the kitchen.

"He is going to be worthless for the next month," C.C. complained as she stepped through the kitchen door, leaned against the counter and poured a cup of coffee.

"I guess this is your opportunity to prove your worth," Niles replied watching her sensuous mouth sip the hot, black liquid. She looked at him amazed. "What?" he asked observing her shocked face.

"No witty comeback?" she threw him a confused expression.

"I'm calling a truce since you and I are going to have to put up with him while Fran is gone," Niles explained as he moved to the fridge removing things to prepare for dinner.

"Well color me surprised," C.C. smiled. "Pleasantly," she said softly as she made her way back to the office. Niles eyes followed her as she headed out, a smile filling his face.

C.C. floated into the office finding a red-faced Maxwell searching through her briefcase. "Okay, happy feelings gone," C.C. thought as she felt her ire rise at him for digging through her things.

"Is there something I can help you find Maxwell?" C.C. asked in a clipped tone.

"Yes, where is the contract for the theater?" Max asked looking at her with fire in his eyes. "They called saying they haven't received it yet," his anger punctuating every word.

"That's ridiculous," C.C. responded. "You told me you took care of that last week." The color drained from his face as her words registered in his brain.

"Maxwell, don't tell me you didn't do it," C.C.'s cheeks colored as her temper flared.

"Oh God C.C. I totally forgot," Max crossed the room to his briefcase and found the manila envelope containing the contracts.

"I knew I should have handled it myself," C.C. huffed. "I just knew your little producer was doing all your thinking last week and now you are a emotional mess! And why is that? All because of a money grubbing floozy from the wrong side of the tracks," she added and from the look on Maxwell's face she knew she went to far.

"Listen C.C. if you want to keep working for me you best keep such commentary to yourself," Max hissed in a low, angry voice. She flinched from the intensity of his tone and turned away from him swiping at hot, angry tears.

"I'm going to the management company to fix this theater mess," C.C. stated without making eye contact. She straightened the askew papers in her valise, grabbed the envelope with the contracts off his desk and walked stiffly out the door.

Niles watched her stalk from the office toward the front door and hesitated entering the office.

"Is there something I can bring you Sir," Niles inquired softly noticing Max gazing out the French doors.

"I wish you could Niles but in the mean time could you bring me a scotch instead," Max sighed wearily and reached for the paperwork on his desk.

"Right away," Niles replied adding, "Dinner will be served in an hour and I don't want to hear that you're not hungry." Max started to reprimand him but chuckled instead.

"Okay Niles, make sure the children are there," Max replied still smiling and rested his eyes on a picture of Fran wondering how much longer until she called him again.

"Listen Frannie, I know that you just got here, you're tired and things with you and Max heated up and you're missing him but I really need your head in this, okay?" Todd stated over the phone to Fran pulling her from her thoughts of Max. "We hit the ground running tomorrow. So get some sleep. Oh and I left a list for you at the hotel desk."

"Okay Toddy," Fran answered wearily wishing she was sleeping with Max tonight instead of a cold hotel bed. The taxi dropped her at the hotel just as she ended her call with Todd. She checked in, perused the list Todd left her and made her way to her room. Kicking off her shoes and collapsing on the bed, she dialed Max.

"Hello Beautiful," Max answered when he picked up the phone. He could tell from her voice she was tired and stressed. "Everything go okay with customs and checking in," he inquired.

"Yes but I'm exhausted and Toddy left a very long list of things for me to do tomorrow so I can't talk long," Fran explained standing, moving to her cases, opening it and digging out her favorite Queens College t-shirt, robe and toiletries she headed toward the bathroom.

"That's fine darling. I understand," Max assured her even though he was terribly disappointed. He hoped she couldn't hear it in his voice. He missed her all day and longed for this time on the phone. "I'll let you get ready for bed. Call me when you can."

"Thanks for understanding Sweetie," Fran sighed.

"I love you," Max stated.

"And I love you," Fran replied adding, "Give the kids a hug and a kiss from me."

"You got it," Max responded. "Anything else?" he asked quietly.

"Well, I wish I could do more than that to you," Fran purred into the phone.

"Me too Sweetheart, me too," Max laughed and they said good night. Max headed to the children's rooms to give them the message from Fran and as he headed back to his office he took a detour to the kitchen.

Niles was sitting at the table with a brandy and the paper. He watched Max walk around the kitchen island, open the sub zero doors searching its contents and then shut them with a heavy sigh.

"How about I pour you a brandy Sir," Niles asked laying aside the paper, standing and heading toward the bar.

"Sure Niles," Max nodded. "Drink it with me?" he asked.

"I'll be right back," Niles knew this separation was going to be hard on them all. The least he could do was pass this first evening with his boss.

"God has it really only been 10 days since I worked things out with Fran?" Max asked taking a long pull from the snifter Niles placed in his hand. The liquid warmed Max to his toes and numbed his restlessness. "I feel as though we've been together forever."

"Well Sir 10 days added to four years is a long time," Niles responded swirling the brandy in his snifter before taking a drink himself.

"True, true but it's so much harder now that I know her as I do," Max blushed slightly and cleared his throat. "Who knew one bloody day could feel so long?" Max sighed and took another drink. Niles nodded and the two sat in companionable silence until the children came to say their goodnights and the men headed to bed as well.

Though her days were very full Fran would begin and end them with a phone call to Max. He had been attentive, sweet and always professing his love for her which Fran didn't doubt. Her room was filled with flowers, Godiva and other favorite things. Everyday she received something from Max.

Her heart was overflowing with love for him as well. She couldn't believe a week had gone by and Max would be in this very hotel room with her tomorrow. A shiver of excitement and longing ran through her body. Her phone vibrating pulled her from her thoughts. She didn't recognize the number but answered it anyway.

"Hello Luv," the familiar voice of Nigel Sheffield rang out. "Heard you were in town and would love to see you," he stated confidently.

"Hello Nigel," Fran responded thinking the last time she spoke with him she was agreeing to meet him at the pier to sail off with him. "How did you hear I was here?" she asked.

"My brother," Nigel answered. "He thinks I'm in Paris however not London."

"Did you say anything about what happened last time you were in New York?" she queried worriedly. "And did you lie to him about where you were?"

"No I didn't say anything about that QE2 business which I'm still wondering why you stood me up by the way and no I didn't lie to him, he just assumed," Nigel's snide tone raked on her tired nerves.

"Look Nigel things have changed with your brother and me and I don't want you or anyone else ruining it," Fran responded brusquely.

"All right, all right no need to get bristly," Nigel laughed arrogantly. "I just wanted to catch up. I guess we'll do that when you come to Paris."

"Yeah and when your brother will be standing right beside me," Fran was tired of this conversation. "Please Nigel, I haven't told him about us, but I'm going to and I don't want you to say a word about it."

"All right Luv, no problem," Nigel assured her. Fran heard a feminine voice in the background and sensed Nigel's distraction. "Look forward to seeing you in France then."

"Great, bye Nigel," Fran turned off the phone with a huff and paced the room. This was the last thing she wanted to discuss with Max but since he would be traveling to Paris with her she knew it was a subject she couldn't avoid.

She changed into her nightgown, cleaned up for the night and slipped between the covers before calling Max. She didn't even want to give him a hint regarding her phone call from Nigel. He had become so discerning about her moods and normally it was heartwarming but tonight she needed to make sure he couldn't sense a thing.

The disappointment showed on his face as Max listened to the message Fran left on his cell. She placed the call while he was in the air and stated that she wasn't going to be able to pick him up at the airport but a limo would be waiting. She would meet him at the hotel later for dinner. This, coupled with her distracted tone last night had him concerned.

He could swear he heard his brother's voice in the background and for some reason that bothered him. But that couldn't be, he just spoke with his brother and Nigel was in Paris. His tired mind was just playing tricks on him. He just needed to be with Fran and the sooner the better. He quickly made it through customs, found the limo driver and was speeding along familiar roads to Fran's hotel.

He nearly ran out of the elevator to her door but stopped abruptly mid knock when he heard Fran's angry voice mingling with another on the other side.

"Listen Nigel, you need to go," Fran stated emphatically her face red with anger. "I don't know what you're trying to pull here but I told you I love your brother and what happened with us was a long time ago and never should have happened."

"Really and why is it you haven't told him about it then," Nigel retorted watching her pace the room.

"Because there was no reason to bring it up, it was a spur of the moment thing and I didn't love you. I just had Sheffield fever and he wasn't paying attention to me so you seemed to be the next best thing," she explained for what felt like the millionth time.

"Thanks so much for using me Fran," he bit out as he stood towering over her breathing heavily. "How do I know you're not playing with my brother's heart now," Nigel responded snidely.

'You're just going to have to trust me, like your brother does. I love him Nigel, more than life itself," Fran explained willing him to understand and leave. Fran looked at her watch and knew Max could be here any time. "Now Nigel don't ruin our happiness, please go," she pleaded him and opened the door for him to leave. The look on Nigel's face caused her to turn towards the opening.

"Maxwell, I," she stopped, observed how angry he was, grabbed one of his arms and pulled him inside. Nigel said a quick goodbye and left shutting the door behind him.

Max dropped his luggage, clenched his jaw and fists as Fran pushed him into a seated position on the bed. His eyes smoldered as he leveled his gaze with her pleading, tear filled eyes. Her mouth was moving and he knew she was saying something but the thundering of his blood raging through his veins was blocking out the sound of her voice.

He closed his eyes, raised a hand to his throbbing temple and let out an anguished cry. Fran stopped mid sentence dropping her hands at her side. She sighed and watched him for a moment and then she sat next to him, grabbed his hand and slipped her fingers through his and waited.

"How long Fran?" he hissed through clenched teeth swiping angrily at tears that were falling down his face.

"How long what Maxwell?" Fran asked quietly her heart in her throat. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks. This is not how she wanted their time together to start.

"How long have you been seeing my brother?" Max asked knowing his question was ludicrous but hurt and anger clouded his brain.

"I haven't been seeing your brother," Fran answered her voice shaky, her body trembling. She wanted to ask him how he could think such a thing, but knew he wasn't processing the situation clearly so with all the will power she could muster, she waited.

"Then why was he here and why were you two arguing?" Max asked registering that their hands were entwined. He looked at their looped fingers and his heart softened. Fran saw his shoulders relax and felt his anger cool to a simmer.

"Your brother was under the illusion that I had feelings for him," Fran stated laying her hand on his arm stroking it lightly. "And there is a reason for him to feel that way but what happened was a while ago and long over."

"So why don't you tell me what happened," Max turned to look at her his face covered with the all-familiar mask.

"Remember when your brother came to New York unexpectedly and you asked me to be his goodwill ambassador so to speak," and so Fran began the story of how she and Nigel nearly married had she not missed the ship and limped home with her pride bruised only to have her love for Maxwell revived as he cared for her hurt ankle and carried her up the stairs assuring her that he had her. She paused to let the words sink in.

Max recalled the week's events and that night. He'd been spending time on his play as well as with Marla Maples. "What was he thinking there?" he wondered. He remembered Niles trying to warn him that things weren't as they seemed with Fran and his brother but he was too bullheaded and afraid to see it.

"So did you love him?" Max asked quietly searching her eyes knowing she couldn't lie to him.

"No Maxwell, I've always loved you and only you," she admitted tears flowing freely down her face now. Max released her hand and reached up to wipe them. "But please understand you weren't giving me any indication that you had feelings for me so he seemed to be the next best thing," she explained stroking his face lightly with her fingers.

"I heard you tell him that and I have to ask, or am I?" he felt foolish for being so insecure but he had to know. His brother was younger, had no children or grief baggage. Nigel seemed to be better suited for her.

"I want you to know I'd like to be so angry with you right now for even asking but I know you're not thinking clearly so I'll play along," Fran huffed looking away breathing deeply to maintain her composure. "No Maxwell you are not the next best thing, you are the very best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you so very much. I'm sorry I even considered Nigel's offer. Do you understand now?" she pleaded and the open, vulnerable look on her face melted his anger and he pulled her into his arms hugging her tightly.

"I love you so much Fran, I'm sorry I behaved like a jealous fool," Max whispered over the lump of emotion in his throat. "Losing you is one of my biggest fears," he admitted solemnly. Fran pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes, his lashes wet with unshed tears.

She started to say something to reassure him but Max pulled her to him and claimed her mouth hard kissing her fervently, frenetically removing their clothes kissing every inch of her body with his searing lips branding her. Fran knew his frantic actions were coming from his need to be assured of her love for him. Nigel and their argument made him feel insecure. She hated that he felt that way and was giving back double fold willing him through her actions to feel every ounce of her love for him and erase the doubts he was feeling.

"You're mine," he cried out as he climaxed panting from the exertion.

"Yes Max, I'm yours and only yours," she assured him placing her hands on each side of his face looking deeply into his eyes as their breathing returned to normal.

He collapsed in her arms and clung to her, weeping, telling her all the times Nigel and his sister Jocelyn received the love that he never had from his parents and how he constantly felt like he was on the outside looking in.

He then proclaimed his fears of possibly losing her to every bloke she dated listing in detail how he paced, fretted, and basically worked himself into a puking state each time she was engaged to marry one of those men and the blinding depression he fell into this time when she left him. He purged every fear as she held him, rocked him and surrounded him with her love.

"You listen to me Maxwell Sheffield," Fran hugged him tightly to her chest as he calmed, her voice strong and adamant. "I am a one-man woman and I am yours heart, soul, mind and body. I love you more than I ever could imagine loving anyone, do you believe me?" she asked searching his face and he nodded his response, fresh tears rolled down his cheeks and he broke into a wide smile.

They made love again slowly, tenderly and this time Fran knew he heard her heart and believed in her love for him. She cradled him in her arms as he slept, exhausted from the emotional events of the evening. Closing her eyes she fell into a fitful sleep.

Toddy noted the dark circles under his cousin's eyes as she entered the room with Max and cast her a quizzical gaze. Fran said something quietly to Max and he sat in one of the chairs as she made her way over to her cousin.

"Stay up too late last night Frannie," Todd teased.

"Not for the reason you think, let's just say the drama of Nigel played out in its full glory last night," Fran explained knowing he knew the whole story.

"Oh, I see" he nodded understandingly, slipping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze causing tears to prick behind her eyelids.

"Let's just get to work okay," Fran suggested.

"Sure Frannie," he agreed. "All right everyone let's get this show on the road."

Max marveled at Fran's ability to multitask and handle the insanity that surrounded this show. His heart burst with pride at her poise and polish under pressure and any fears he had about her fitting into the business side of his life were allayed along the way during this night.

Fran would come by making sure he had everything he needed. Occasionally she would see him on the phone but really had no time to devote to wondering about it. When the show was over, he accompanied her to the after party and again, Max admired her confidence with clients, editors and other business contacts.

"Ready to go," Fran asked him wearily. Max could see the exhaustion and lack of food had caught up with her. Taking her hand, grabbing their things with the other, he led her out of the party and into their waiting car. Fran curled up against him and sighed.

Max called ahead to the hotel and ordered a meal to be delivered to their room. Fran leaned heavily on Max as he guided her to the elevator and then to their room. She waited in one of the chairs as Max headed to the bathroom and prepared the tub for her to soak.

"Come with me Darling," he said softly as he led her to the bathroom, slowly removed her clothing and helped her into the tub turning on the Jacuzzi jets. Rolling a towel he propped it behind her head. The food arrived and he entered again handing her a glass of wine.

"You let me know when you're ready to get out Sweetheart," he said softly as he padded into the sitting room taking her clothes with him and returning with her robe.

"Maxwell," she called after him and he turned to look at her smiling warmly. "Would you wash my hair?"

Max gathered her shampoo, crème rinse, a towel and a cup. He rolled up his sleeves and sat on the edge of the tub. The position was awkward so he removed his clothes and climbed in the tub.

Leaning her head in his hand he carefully removed the pins, finger combed it out and soaked her hair with water. Pouring a generous amount of shampoo in his hands he gently scrubbed her scalp from front to back, massaging it with his fingertips. He rinsed her hair and did the same with the crème rinse then he leaned back against the tub and pulled her back against him, the sweet aroma of her hair surrounding him.

"Thank you Maxwell, you have no idea how good that feels," Fran purred as she turned to kiss his cheek.

"You're very welcome," Max smiled and encircled her with his arms hugging her to him. She shivered as the water turned colder.

"Let's eat, I'm starving," she realized now that the weariness had faded.

"I'm not surprised, you never sat down long enough to eat a thing," Max laughed. "A Fine at a buffet and not touching food, I was beginning to wonder if you were sick."

Fran laughed with him as they climbed out of the tub and dried off. Max helped her with her robe and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"God, you're sexy as hell like that," Fran stated eyeing him seductively as he walked to the closet and slid on pajama bottoms.

"Don't start something until you've eaten," Max admonished her, then blushing he added, "But thank you."

They enjoyed the meal and planned what they would see tomorrow as Fran had the day off and Max wanted to her to see "his town." Max was so animated as he told her with enthusiasm about the places he wanted to show her. His exuberance and the food energized her and she spent that energy showing him how much she loved him in bed later.

The rest of their time in London was spent sightseeing, attending parties and spending long nights in bed together. Max slipped away to his mother's while Fran prepared for the move to Paris. He told his mother that he planned to propose to Fran to which she adamantly contested basically telling him if he married that woman he was dead to her. Max told her Fran, the children and Niles were his family and didn't need her but for the sake of the children he hoped she would change her mind. She stormed from the room and he walked out slamming the door behind him.

Fran knew the minute she saw his face something happened but didn't push. She realized after that first night in London, waiting on Max was the best way and he would tell her in his time. Whatever was bothering him earlier seemed gone as they took the train to Paris cuddling, talking and laughing the whole way. Max coveted their time together knowing once she got to their destination she would be incredibly busy.

"Fran, will we have a day for ourselves before you head to Milan?" Max asked as they rode in the taxi to the hotel.

"Yeah we will, why?" she queried her face open and loving.

"I'd like to visit all our favorite places with you again," his eyes crinkled as he smiled and pulled her close to him.

"That sounds fantastic Sweetie," Fran kissed him lightly. "I can't wait."

Fran was grabbed the minute they entered the hotel. She hated leaving him before they even checked into the room but Max assured her he was fine and would see her later. He busied himself unpacking their things, phoning home speaking with the children and handling a few details with C.C. Then he headed out to prepare things for their special day. He planned to ask her to marry him in this amazing city and while he was out he found the perfect engagement ring. He smiled as he felt the desire to strut down the sidewalk knowing soon Fran would be his wife.

"Looks like someone is having a good day," Max heard a very familiar British voice as he walked by a café. Max took a deep breath and slowly turned to greet his brother.

"Nigel," he said curtly.

"Max," Nigel replied amused by his brother's obvious discomfort. "Why don't you sit and have a cup of coffee with me Brother?" Max sighed. He knew he needed to work this out with his brother. What he'd like to do is rub in his face the fact that Fran was his now and to back the hell off but Fran wouldn't appreciate that. He knew family was important to her so for her sake, he'd be the bigger man.

"Sure Nigel, we need to talk anyway," Max sat and ordered.

"Look Max I just had your best interest at heart," Nigel explained giving his brother a wounded look.

"Really Nigel, is that why you tried to take Fran away from me?" Max asked sternly.

"Hey you both told me nothing was going on between the two of you," Nigel countered.

"I'll give you that but what was the deal this time?" Max asked annoyed. "Fran told you we were together by phone yet you still had to push it further."

"She's an amazing woman Maxwell, as you know, and not easy to give up on," Nigel confessed. "But I understand you plan to marry her and it's obvious it's you she wants."

"Yes she is the best thing that has ever happened to me and the children," Max wore a goofy grin. "So I take it you've spoken with Mother?" Max asked knowing that was where he heard about his intentions.

"Mother called me the minute you left," Nigel admitted. "Once again Max goes his own way much to the chagrin of our mother." Maxwell's expression turned thoughtful as he pondered the fact of his relationship with his family.

"I wish she'd see Fran for the wonderful woman that she is instead of looking at her stature in society," Max looked down at his hands and sighed. "I'm hoping we can get passed this thing with Fran, Nigel. You're my brother and very important to me," Max admitted softly.

"We are passed it Bro," Nigel stated as he clasped his brother's shoulder. "I won't do another thing to spoil your or Fran's happiness." Smiling, Max breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed this time with his brother. His phone rang, seeing it was Fran he answered it anxious to tell her what happened with Nigel.

"Hey Sweetie," she replied after he answered the phone. "I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to meet you for dinner."

"That's okay Darling, I understand," Max said and then she heard him talking to someone and a very familiar voice answered him.

"Maxwell are you with Nigel?" Fran asked worry evident in her voice.

"Yes Fran and everything's fine there," Max assured her. "Actually, I'm going to be spending the evening with him."

"Have a good time Sweetie," Fran smiled at the thought of the two brothers "hanging out."

"Fran," Max's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "I love you and I'll see you tonight."

"I love you more," Fran replied and closed the phone happy and in love.

Later that night Fran heard him enter the room, she lay in bed and watched him walk heavily over to the closet.

"I'm not asleep," Fran spoke into the darkness. Max moved over to the bed, his shirt was unbuttoned and his belt was undone. Sitting on the edge of the bed he leaned down and kissed her cheek. Fran ran her hand over his smooth, toned chest and stomach.

"Hello darling," Max smiled crookedly and Fran could tell by his movements as well as the smell of his breath that he'd had a few, scotch if her nose was accurate.

"Hmm you had a good evening," Fran leaned into his hand that rested on her cheek enjoying the warmth and the sensation of his thumb stroking her face. "Ugh, and you smell like cigarettes, taken up smoking?" she joked.

"Nigel's club," Max responded standing and pulling off his coat, shirt and pants and throwing them on a chair. "Seems like everyone was smoking. I'm going to take a shower." He looked down at her with a devilish grin. "Care to join me?" he asked reaching out his hand.

"Ooh I likethisMaxwell," Fran laughed, climbing out of the covers and slipped her hand in his. Max pulled her to him and kissed her deeply probing her mouth with his tongue. He ended the kiss, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the shower both laughing joyfully.

After the shower the couple curled around each other, their bodies fitting perfectly into each other. Fran stroked his arm that was wrapped around her waist and released a blissful sigh.

"I'm glad you and Nigel had a great time," Fran continued their conversation from the shower. "But Maxwell, and I say this with hesitation, you never drink much unless something's bothering you. So Darling, what's up?" she asked him as she turned to face him resting her hand along his cheek.

"I really don't want to say," Max admitted closing his eyes enjoying her touch.

"That's fine Max," Fran stated obviously disappointed. She rested her cheek on his chest listening to his heartbeat and wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him tightly to her.

"It's my mother," he sighed heavily. "I went to see her when we were in London."

"I take it things didn't go well," Fran said still holding him tightly hearing the deep resonance of his voice rumble in his chest.

"You could say that," Max snorted. "She disowned me…again."

"Well how many times is that now?" she huffed.

"I know," he agreed. "It's not that she disowned me Darling, it's her reason for doing it and that's why I don't really want to speak about this."

It's me," Fran looked at his face searching his eyes seeing the truth. Fran tried to pull away but Max tightened his hold on her hugging her tightly to him.

"Oh Max," she cried burying her face in his chest. "I'm sorry."

"Fran, listen to me, you are my family, you, the children and Niles," Max told her his voice thick with emotion. "I love my mother and I hope she will come around, but if she doesn't it's her choice." They held each other in silence, their breathing and the electronics in the room the only sounds.

"You know Max, I have more than enough family," Fran's voice carried a teasing tone. "And you know Ma, Daddy and Yetta just love you." Max laughed heartily and Fran's throaty laughter joined with his. Though he laughed, her words warmed an ache in his heart he buried deeply when he was a young boy and he knew. He knew she was the one he wanted by his side forever

"Marry me Fran," Max sat up pulling Fran with him smiling at her shocked expression pushing aside her hair as he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Max are you serious?" she asked rolling her eyes, remembering the proposal he made the last time his mother was upset with him about her. He knew what she was thinking. He could read it on her face. Max dropped to his knees next to the bed clasping her hands leveling his gaze with hers.

"Fran, I love you dearly and want to spend the rest of my life loving you, will you please marry me?" Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks and Max wiped them with his thumbs.

"Yes," Fran responded her voice barely audible over the lump of emotion in her throat. Max looked at her quizzically not sure if he heard her correctly. "Yes," she said louder nodding her head wrapping her arms around his neck raining kisses all over his face. Max stopped her, looked deeply in her chocolate brown eyes so full of love and kissed her deeply.

"Now that I have your attention," he said as he stood, turned on the bedside lamp and moved over to his clothes on the chair. Reaching into the inside pocket of his coat he pulled out a small box, walked back to the bed, opened the box, took her left hand and slipped the huge diamond on her finger.

"Oh Maxwell," her right hand flew to her mouth as she admired the beauty of the stone on her hand and the significance it bore.

"I take it you like it," Max said as he slid under the covers and pulled her down next to him. Speechless, Fran rested her swirling brain on his chest, laid her hand across his stomach and entwined her legs in his. Max brought his hand up and began to caress the fingers on her left hand, running his finger over the ring.

"Thank you Fran," he whispered.

"Uh I think I'm the one who should be thanking you" Fran joked. Raising her head to look at him, she saw the moisture in his eyes and the emotion on his face. "Oh Maxwell," she cooed lacing her fingers through his, she shifted on top of him and began placing warm wet kisses along his collar bone, licking and tasting his skin as she went along the contours of his chest.

She felt his breathing change and knew her actions were having the effect she desired. She teased each of his nipples with her tongue and her own peaked with excitement. Max's hands entwined in her hair as she kissed down the line of his stomach to the intended destination. She felt him gasp and heard him moan softly as pleasured him with her tender ministrations.

Max was lost to the rioting of feelings going through his body. Never had a woman excited him, thrilled him and brought him to such climaxes in his life. Words could not describe their sex life, there were no words describe their amazing life since he searched her out in New York. He wondered if it would always be this way and as he placed his hands on each side of her face and pulled her to him, he knew it would, because this was Fran—no inhibitions, no walls, no pretense, full of life and fire.

"My turn," he growled as he flipped her on her back and worshipped her body in the way she had his a few moments ago.

Max's cell ringing jarred them from a sound sleep both exhausted from the evening's activities. Max answered it groggily and Fran heard him ask whoever it was to repeat what they said.

"Max, who is it?" Fran asked seeing the concern on his face. Max finished the call and gave her a sad look.

"It's about Niles Darling," Max explained. "He had a heart attack."

"Oh Max," Fran cried. "Oh Sweetie, we need to go right now." Fran climbed out of bed, slipped on her robe and started to pack. Max sat stunned watching Fran move around the room. Tears coursed down his cheeks. Fran walked by him to grab the things on the nightstand, Max caught her hand in his and pulled her into his lap holding her. "Max," Fran started to protest until she saw the grief on his face.

"Fran he's my best friend," Max cried into her chest as she held him close. "God, he has to be all right."

"Sweetie, let's think the best not the worst," she encouraged him as she rocked him gently and stroked his hair. "You call about tickets, I'll get our things together."

"What about the show?" Max asked feeling more calm.

"Todd will understand," she stated firmly. "Niles is family, Todd gets that."

"Okay," Max sighed. "Okay then I'll make the calls. Are you taking everything?"

"Yes, I want to be able to stay if I need to," Fran explained. "Are you ready to go?" she asked kissing his forehead. He nodded and she slid off his lap to continue packing while Max made the necessary phone calls. When they were on the way to the airport she called Todd. When she was done, Max looked at her.

"What did he say?" he asked softly.

"Exactly what I knew he would," she replied. "He said don't worry about a thing and to keep him updated about Niles' condition." Max nodded his response and Fran held him close. He clung to her during the car ride to the airport, in the airport and as the plane took off. Exhaustion overcame the couple and Fran cradled him as they both slept.

Fran and Max fumbled through customs and met their driver in the baggage claim. He drove them straight to the hospital where C.C. and the children were waiting. The children ran to their arms and Max handed them off to Fran as he went to meet with Niles' doctor. Fran moved the group to the chairs in the waiting room. Grace sat in Fran's lap, Maggie and Brighton rested their heads on her shoulders.

Fran looked over at C.C. who was crying softly and looked like she had been for several hours. Their eyes met as she stated that she had been the one with him when he had the attack. She explained that she had just thrown him a perfect opening for a good comeback.

" I was waiting for a zinger and nothing. I even set him up again, I said, 'Don't make me get ugly.' But his eyes just rolled up into his head and he collapsed on the floor!" she sobbed.

Fran shifted Gracie, stood, pulled C.C. into her arms and held her until she stopped crying. She saw Maxwell from the corner of her eye and he waved her over. Fran led C.C. to a chair and said she'd be right back. Maggie followed Fran with her eyes as her father and Fran spoke in hushed tones.

"It wasn't serious and he should be fine but he'll have to take it easy for a while, lay off the fancy foods and exercise more," Max said as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God," Fran exclaimed as she fell into Max's arms. The couple walked arm in arm to share the news with their family. One by one they went in to visit their faithful friend who was more than a butler to them. Fran was the last to go.

"Wow that's some rock you're wearing Miss Fine," Niles chuckled and Fran waved her fingers at him and laughed. "I'm so happy for you both, for us all actually. You been just what this family needed Fran," Niles admitted.

"Thank you Niles," Fran blushed slightly and smiled broadly at him as she sat beside his bed. "You scared us pretty good Mister," Fran chastised him.

"Yeah who knew this new exercise program would be the death of me," Niles commented wryly.

"I don't think it was the exercise Buddy," Fran quipped noticing Niles pout. "Oy by the face I see you already got the food lecture."

"Yes and I'm not too bloody happy about it either!" Niles exclaimed. C.C. walked in with extra pillows, movies, a VCR and several other items and began to fuss over Niles.

"Although this whole thing does have its advantages," he murmured softly as C.C. went about her business.

"Niles!" Fran exclaimed in her characteristic nasal tone.

"Nanny Fine, I don't think that voice is very soothing for poor Niles," C.C. blustered fussing over Niles and his pillows. Niles and Fran rolled their eyes at each other and Fran stood, kissed him saying she'd be back tomorrow and headed out the door as C.C. commented that she was never leaving his side.

Fran stopped before she reached the waiting room taking in the picture of her family. Gracie's was asleep in her father's lap. Maggie was curled up next to him and Brighton was on the other side leaning on his father's shoulder talking softly to Max and Maggie. A warm feeling filled Fran and she wiped away a tear that escaped her lashes. Suddenly it dawned on her-this was her family, her dreams had come true! Maxwell caught the look on her face and smiled knowingly. Brighton and Maggie looked up and smiled as well. Maggie stood and walked over to her.

"Dad just told usMom," she accented the last word with a bright smile and hugged Fran tightly. "Finally!" she exclaimed. Brighton joined them and wrapped his arms around the two women.

"We're so happy Fran," Brighton's voice cracked and Fran could see tears in his eyes and that broke the dam on her own.

"I'm so glad you guys are happy. I love you," Fran hugged them tightly to her.

"We love you more," they responded in unison and the group laughed as they walked arm in arm over to Max and Grace.

"Let's wake up this little girl and head home," Fran suggested softly to Max. Max nudged Grace and they gave her a minute to get her bearings. While they were waiting they told her about Max and Fran's engagement and she jumped out of her dad's lap and hugged them both talking excitedly. The troop caught a cab and headed home.

Once home the kids kissed the adults goodnight and everyone headed to bed.

Fran sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out her cell, turned it on and waited for the phone to boot up. Max watched her actions. Fran looked up at his quizzical expression.

"I'm calling Todd," Fran explained seeing him frown she set aside the phone and turned to face him.

"What's with the face?" she asked.

"Are you going back?" Max asked slipping off his shirt.

"I was going to see if he needed me," she admitted.

"And if he does?" Max asked throwing his shirt on the chair and unbuckling his belt.

"I don't know I guess I'll go back," Fran stood, moved to her suitcase, opened it and took out a nightgown glancing over at Max she saw the downcast look he wore.

"If you think that's best," he replied stiffly. Fran walked over to where he was standing, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek on his bare chest. She heard his heart pounding furiously.

"Max calm down," Fran whispered against his skin.

"What if we need you more?" Max asked softly. Fran read the longing and need in his face. "Please don't go," he pleaded with his voice and his eyes.

"Oh Sweetie, that's all you needed to say," Fran kissed the tip of his chin and turned away from him to get ready for bed. He pulled her back kissing her deeply until her knees gave away.

"Bed?" Max asked gripping her tightly to his chest.

"You read my mind," Fran purred as she moved catlike to the bed and Max followed her shedding the rest of his clothes along the way admiring her firm bottom and long, lean legs. His body reacted immediately and he couldn't wait to bring their bodies together in this most intimate way.

Long after as Max rested his head on her chest, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers stroking his curls he could tell she was awake and he knew it was her thoughts keeping her from sleeping.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" Max asked into the quiet of the room.

"A million little things," Fran hedged and she jumped a little surprised that he was awake. Max moved up to look her in the face, his head propped in his hand. His finger traced the line from her ear to the curve of her chin.

"How about you start by telling me one," he suggested smiling softly.

"Okay," Fran's gathered her thoughts. "I'm wondering about my job, do you want me to keep it? And what should I do about my apartment now? When are we going to tell Ma and Daddy? Should we hire more help for Niles? Does C.C. have a thing for Niles because I know Niles sure does for her? How long will it take for us to get this wedding together? How do you announce a big macher Broadway producer is getting married? And what are we going to do about your mother?" she listed quickly, her voice gathering emotion and volume as she did so.

"Wow, no wonder you can't sleep," Max replied pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly. "All those things can be handled easily Sweetheart. Let's start by inviting your parents to dinner tomorrow. They can pick the place. What do you think?" he asked kissing the top of her head, her hair feathery soft against his chin.

"Good idea, I'll call them in the morning," Fran agreed nodding.

"I think we should hire a wedding coordinator to help you with these decisions," Max suggested and he felt her body tense. "Sweetheart you have a great many skills but I think it will be good to have someone to brainstorm with and bounce ideas off of besides me," he explained and he felt her relax. "Maybe we should look into a publicist again."

"Just so it's not Sydney," Fran laughed and Max laughed with her.

"Now Niles…hmmm…I think we should call a temp agency until we can discuss it with him," Max stated. "Niles is a bit territorial about his work but I don't want to lay all his duties on you and the children."

"Thank you Darling, I appreciate that," Fran looked up at him and smiled.

"Now what does that leave?" he pondered as he looked up at the ceiling. "Ah yes, two subjects I'm hoping to avoid," he frowned.

"You know we are going to have to deal with your mother sooner or later," Fran stated stroking his cheek with her fingers. Max reached up and laced his fingers through hers.

"I know Darling, but maybe we don't have to solve that problem tonight," Max pleaded yawning. "And I want you, Miss Yenta, to stay out of this Niles and C.C. business," he gave her a stern, fatherly look.

"Okay Sweetie," Fran agreed snuggling into the crook his arm and chest made, her fingers tracing lazy circles in the hairs there.

"Fran, I love you," Max said softly into her hair.

"Love you more," Fran said her voice already sounding sleepy. Max listened as she slid into sleep, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against his body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

Fran woke first feeling Max's body spooned around hers. She ran over in her mind their conversation before they fell asleep last night and realized that Max had completely sidestepped the one's about her work and her apartment. She decided to ask him about it before they headed in their separate directions today. Fran hoped it was just an unconscious slip. She did have a lot of questions on her mind last night. Maybe he just forgot those.

Max could tell Fran's mind was going a mile a minute again. He pulled her closer to him knowing that after breakfast they would be going in many different directions. He knew C.C. planned on staying with Niles so he needed to get her schedule to cover her duties. Max also figured he'd speak with a few friends about proper wedding coordinators and give a list to Fran so she could pick the one she liked. He was sure the Fine's would want to go to one of two places—the Russian Tea Room or the Rainbow Room. Max wanted to make the reservations so he could have a few things in place to make the dinner special.

"Sweetie," Fran said softly to make sure she was right about him being awake. "Can we talk about my job and my apartment now?" she asked rolling over to face Max.

"Sure Sweetheart, I guess we did forget those two questions last night, didn't we?" he sighed fearing she would want to continue to have both. "Why don't you tell me what you want to do?"

"I was kind of hoping you'd tell me your thoughts," Fran looked down nervously.

"Well, to tell you the truth," Max hesitated rolling on to his back, looking at the ceiling.

"Max that's what I want to hear," Fran encouraged him. "Really Sweetie, tell me," she propped her head on her hand and stroked his chest.

"Fran I fell in love with my nanny and that's who I'd like to marry," Max admitted clasping her hand and looking into her brown eyes so full of love. Fran looked away, pausing for a moment wondering if his response really bothered her and did she really love working for Toddy. Max tried to read her face and knew she wasn't angry at his words but her silence was making him wonder if he should have encouraged her to continue her job with her cousin.

"Fran I," Max started to back pedal but Fran rested her hand on his mouth.

"I'm trying to decide if working for Toddy is what I really want to do or if it just filled in the gap while I was away from here," Fran explained. "I really liked being 'the nanny,'" she stated emphatically. "And I would hate to have to leave you or the kids for long periods of time like during this part of the fashion season."

"Fran, I will support you in whatever you decide to do, but I love working from home because I can be close to you," Max confessed smiling lovingly. "It's the same reason I have for my answer to the second question. I really want you to move back here and get rid of your apartment. I can't imagine sleeping alone again."

"I guess I'm moving in and being the nanny," Fran said as she leaned in to kiss Max's lips. "With benefits," she added.

"Not the nanny," he said his breath warm on her lips. "The mother and fiancé." Fran's mouth formed a perfect "O" and Max chuckled. The phone rang and Max groaned at the interruption. Fran answered it and then handed the phone to Max.

"It's C.C.," she said, kissed him lightly on the lips, climbed out of bed, grabbed her robe and phone and headed out the door. She called her mother as she headed down the back stairs to the kitchen and invited her parents and Yetta to dinner. After much discussion Sylvia Fine decided the Rainbow Room sounded fabulous and Fran said they would send the limo for them at 7.

"Ma, I gotta go something's up at this end. I'll see ya later," Fran stated as she gave Gracie a shocked expression as Fran watched the young girl scoop mix into the waffle iron. Coffee was brewing and bacon was warming. "Looks to me like you could give Niles a run for his money Gracie," Fran exclaimed nabbing a piece of bacon and heading to the cabinet to grab two mugs for coffee.

"When you left I spent a lot of time in here with Niles," Gracie admitted. "It helped," she added smiling at the woman who had been the only mother she'd ever known.

"So where's your brother and sister?" Fran asked preparing coffee for Max and herself.

"Maggie's getting ready and Brighton is setting the table," Grace answered turning off the burner where the syrup was warming. She laughed at Fran's dropped jaw. "If I make him food, Brighton will do almost anything," Gracie explained triumphantly.

"I love you Sweetie," Fran said softly in Gracie's ear as Fran moved around the kitchen island and squeezed the girl around the waist.

"I love you more Fran," Grace leaned her head on the older woman's shoulder. "And I'm so glad you're back for good this time."

Max paused a moment on the steps watching his two "girls" and smiled as his heart warmed. He was so glad she was back for good as well.

"So I smell coffee and is that waffles?" he asked coming along side Grace and smelling the wonderful breakfast aromas. "Thanks for making breakfast Sweetheart," he said and kissed Grace on the cheek. She smiled at her father.

"I have to take a meeting for C.C. with Edgar Jameson," Max told Fran as he moved over to take his coffee mug from Fran. "Then I need to run to the theater but I thought we could have lunch together," Max nuzzled her cheek and placed a warm kiss there.

"That works, I'm going to run by and see Niles, I need to call Todd and I spoke with Ma," Fran listed wrapping her arms around his waist. "She picked the Rainbow Room. Do you want me to call for reservations?"

"No, I'll handle it," Max responded. "Shall we have lunch at Antonio's?" he asked.

"Sounds great," Fran said and then added that she was going to deal with her apartment today as well. Grace announced breakfast was ready and the family helped take things into the dining room, gathered around the table and enjoyed the feast Grace prepared.

The family cleaned up the breakfast things, heard their parent's schedule for the day, cleared their plans and then they all went their separate ways. Fran decided dealing with Todd and her apartment were first on her list. Todd had no problem letting Fran out of her commitment. He revealed that he created the job for her in the first place to help her out.

She had spoken with her landlord after packing more of her things to take to the mansion and he told her that he had a waiting list of people ready to take over any apartment that opened up. Fran told him she'd be out by the end of the month.

Max went to his office after the breakfast clean up, made a few calls, and went over several faxes C.C. had sent him. He headed to the theater where he quickly realized his staff had everything under control. Everyone he met with today told him his time away must have done wonders for him because he looked great. Max just smiled knowing he could attribute it to his happiness with Fran.

Glancing at his watch he saw it was time to head to his meeting with Edgar. He really like this man and was glad he could spend some time with the grandfatherly gentleman. Edgar had been one of his first investors and had been a generous supporter of several of his shows. Max remembered the man's kind words after Sara's death and he wondered what the older man would think of his marrying Fran. He knew Edgar liked her the minute they met.

Max stepped out of the town car and crossed the busy sidewalk into the stately building on Central Park West. He checked in with the desk and made his way to the elevator riding to the top.

"Maxwell, my boy, it's so good to see you," Edgar greeted him warmly clasping his hand and placing the other on his shoulder.

"Edgar, you look great as always," Max smiled brightly returned the handshake and then followed the older man to the chairs by the large mahogany desk.

"Maxwell, you look," Edgar appraised him with a surprised smile on his face. "Well Maxwell, I'd say you look like a man in love." Max laughed and blushed and Edgar knew he guess correctly. "Is it that lovely nanny of yours?"

"Edgar you are too much," Max laughed shaking his head. "Yes, it is and actually, I'm engaged to marry Fran."

"Well Max, I have to say her love looks good on you," Edgar smiled broadly at the younger man. "Congratulations my boy," the older man exclaimed and raised his coffee cup as if to toast Max and then sipped the warm liquid. "So tell me, how is my investment doing?" Edgar asked and the two men got down to business.

Fran climbed out of the taxi carrying a few items C.C. asked her to give to Maxwell. Her visit with Niles was comical and she could see that her friend was doing much better. She looked down, grabbing the envelope that fell from her grasp and saw a familiar hand pick it up.

"Hello Darling," Max's eyes lit up at the sight of her. Fran reached up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Hi," she responded. "That envelope is for you. It's from C.C."

"How's Niles?" Max asked holding the door of Antonio's open for her as she stepped inside. "I plan on going to the hospital after our lunch."

"Hilarious," Fran stated laughing. "He's got the whole place charmed."

The couple caught up on their morning as Franco and Antonio attended to their needs. Max was glad that things worked out with Todd and the apartment and he suggested they hire someone to pack and move her things. Fran was so appreciative and Max was reminded how the little things mean so much to her. Max handed her a list of bridal consultant names and explained his thoughts about her meeting with each one to find the one she liked.

"Sweetie, I think we both need to meet these people," Fran responded. "This is our wedding, not just mine, and I'd like your input."

"Okay Sweetheart, just tell me when and where," Max acquiesced kissing her cheek lightly.

"You know Mr. Sheffield if I may be so bold to say, I think being in love is good for you," Antonio stated as the couple paid their bill and prepared to leave.

"Well Antonio, that's not the first time I've heard that today," Max chuckled and Fran gave him a quizzical look.

"Actually Darling, it's something Edgar said at our meeting," Max explained. Fran remembered meeting the old guy and knew he had a heart of gold.

"What did he say Sweetie?" Fran asked as he placed a hand in the small of her back and guided her out of the restaurant into the beautiful Fall New York City day.

"Well Fran, he said your love looks good on me," Max smiled broadly looking down into her beautiful face.

"Really and what do you think?" Fran asked as she slipped her arm around his waist.

"I know it does," he purred in her ear as he slid his arm along her shoulders. "And I plan on wearing it a long, long time." Suddenly Max stopped and turned her toward him. She saw a mischievous glint in his eye and a slight, cocky smirk on his lips.

"Maxwell Sheffield what are you up to?" she asked glancing around at the crowded sidewalk then leveling her gaze with his.

"Trust me?" he asked softly kissing her lips. She nodded wide-eyed. "I love you Fran," he said rubbing his hands up her arms and resting them on her shoulders his fingers playing with her curls.

"I love you Max," Fran replied smiling brightly. She saw him take a deep breath and blush slightly. "Max?" she looked at him questioningly.

"I love you Fran Fine," he shouted and several people waiting at a nearby bus stop turned their heads at the sound of his voice. Fran opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing and then it dawned on her…shouting it from the rooftops. She felt overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment and dropped her chin to her chest tears escaped over her lashes.

"I know it's not a rooftop Darling, but will it do?" Max inquired cupping her cheek, lifting her face to his, hovering his lips over hers. "I love you," he whispered his breath sweet upon her lips.

"I love you," she replied parting her lips and pulled him into a tender kiss. The harried New York pedestrians passed quickly by changing their course to walk around the entwined couple.

The End