Happenstance

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They are owned by Fran Drescher, Peter Marc Jacobsen and High School Sweathearts. I just use the characters as a fan and for fun.

This story came to me when I thought about what else Fran may have become if she didn't begin selling cosmetics. Just a few ideas...

Fran needed some time to herself. The day had been a long one, successful, but so long. It seemed like someone always needed her for something in this business. She loved her job and all of the last minute fixes that came along with it, but it also took its toll on her.

She had lost count of how many brides she saw walk down the aisle to a man that couldn’t wait to have her in his life. She could make everyone else’s dreams come true, but when it came to her own life she didn’t live in the fantasy world lovers tend to go to, no, she lived in the real world.

Its not that she minded so much, planning weddings was something she always wanted to do and she was damn good at it. Her time in the bridal shop with Danny only deepened her interest and it gave her the connections she needed to get her business off the ground.

It started with a friend’s wedding and when word got around business was in full swing. Now she was catering to some of the richest people in New York City.

Fran smiled at the memories she had of some of the weddings. There had been some crazy times. She had seen it all, at least she hoped she had.

She had seen bridesmaids get into fights, a wedding dress nearly ruined with makeup, missing parents or grooms, fainting spells, drunk groomsmen, etc. But somehow she had managed to pull them all off, she fixed all the mishaps and misunderstandings so that the show could go on. It really was a stressful job but she loved the action.

She continued walking in the park when she saw an open bench. She sat down and watched a young mother and father play with their son in the soft grass. Fran chuckled when she saw the father give up chasing him due to exhaustion. ‘They look like such a happy family. Good for them.’

Fran was happy with her life, she had built it and she wanted nothing more materialistically. But she knew that she was missing something and more so she knew what that something was.

Fran spent her life bringing couples together yet there wasn’t anyone for her to be a couple with. It was difficult watching all the couples so happy together when she knew that she would be going home to an empty apartment.

Feeling the exhaustion take hold she leaned her head back so that she could soak up the warmth of the sun on her face. It felt wonderful to allow the early spring rays hit her skin.

After a few moments she felt reinvigerated, stood up and made her way back to the synogauge. She knew that Val had everything taken care of at the reception but she felt she should make her presence so she hailed a cab and left in the direction of the hall.

The party was in full swing by the time she got there. Pictures had been taken, food was being served and the band was playing. Val walked confidently towards her.

What a difference the years had made in the two of them. They were no longer women without a plan, living from paycheck to paycheck. Instead they were successful, had money in their pocket and most importantly direction in their life. The business made them use their heads, something no one else had ever asked them to do. Fran felt, and she knew that Val felt the same way, empowered.

“Hey Frannie, everything has gone smoothly so far, now we just need to finish it off with the usuals.” Fran smiled at her friend, “Great Val, and thanks for letting me have a few minutes to myself.”

“No prob, besides you needed it,” Val ran off to attend to a matter before Fran could come up with some sort of a response. ‘Damn she’s good!’

Fran walked towards the father of the bride, “Mr. Cohen, its time to make the speech.” He looked up at her from his chair nervously and took in a deep breath. “I really have to do this?”

She shook her head, “No, but if you don’t I think you’ll regret it later. It’s not so bad, you know most of them anyways, they’ll still love ya. Besides which, you paid for their food.” He let a small laugh, “I suppose you’re right. Okay, here we go.”

He walked up to the microphone at the front of the room and tapped lightly on it. “I’d like to say a few words. First of all, I want to thank all of you for sharing this beautiful day with us. It isn’t everyday a father gives his little girl away to another man.”

His voice got caught in his throat with emotion. He cleared his throat before he continued, “To give up the job of protecting her, of being her stone...today Tom promised to love Jenny for the rest of his life and she him. Their love is strong and it has overcome many obstacles.”

He lifted his glass, “Jenny, Tom…may your life always be filled with the same love that you share today. May you have more happy days than sad, and may both of your lives be filled with much health and happiness. To Jenny my beautiful daughter, and Tom my wonderful, new son.”

Mr. Cohen heard a chorus of, “To Jenny and Tom.” He then pulled his handkerchief out and wiped his brow before walking over to the newlyweds and kissed each of them. Mr. Cohen then walked towards Fran, “Thank you Miss Fine, you were right, it wasn’t all that bad.”

She nudged him lightly with her elbow and flashed him one of her brightest smiles, “It was beautiful Mr. Cohen.” He walked back to his table to enjoy his meal and the rest of the evening. The other speeches were given and then the party was in full swing. Everyone was up dancing, having a good time, celebrating the union of the bride and groom.

Fran watched the newlyweds off to their limo that was waiting outside. Jennifer hugged her, “Thanks Fran, it was everything that I wanted it to be.”

Fran flashed her one of her another of her brilliant smiles, “That’s what we aim for Jennifer. Congratulations and good luck.” She then closed the door and stood with the crowd watching the limo ride off in the distance. Another wedding down and tomorrow would be the start of another.

Meanwhile in a classy restaurant in downtown Manhattan sat a handsome man across from a beautiful woman. Maxwell had the ability to get anything he wanted but right now all he felt like doing was screaming. Here he was having lunch with a beautiful actress. He could see her physical beauty and was appreciative of it but all she thought about was herself.

He had grown tired of all the self-centered people in show business years ago. It was almost enough to get him to leave the business, but he still loved producing. He loved finding a sure thing and putting it to work.

His date droned on about herself and Max allowed himself to drift in thought. Life had turned out so differently than he had planned. Sarahh should’ve still been with him and their children should’ve been self-confident, caring and healthy individuals. Instead, Sarahh had been taken from him too quickly and his children were obnoxious. He hated to think that way about his own kids and he mentally slapped himself.

The oldest wouldn’t raise her eyes due to a lack of self-confidence, the boy terrorized everyone including his father and the baby was scared of everything. He knew that their problems stemmed not only from their mother’s death, but also from his neglect. As a father he should have been there for them but it was just too difficult to face them in the beginning. It had been almost two years though and he still wasn’t there for them.

He still missed her, everyday. There were times, still, he waited for her to walk through the door, or a woman would walk past him wearing her perfume evoking such strong emotions that he had to run for seclusion. All these sad emotions and yet here he was trying to date again, mostly due to the nudging of his faithful butler and friend.

He had been on so many first dates that he could make a career out of it, or so he thought. He just wasn’t into the dating scene, so many singles wanted to jump into bed and he just wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship. He let out a small chuckle, ‘The big Broadway producer can’t bed a woman.’

“Maxwell?” He was startled from his thoughts and cleared his throat, “Yes Shannon?” “Were you even listening to me?” He blushed and she continued ranting at him, “I don’t like to be ignored Maxwell.”

The lunch date ended with a lot of harsh words from Shannon and Maxwell gallantly escorted her to a taxicab and enjoyed seeing it drive off into the street of Manhattan.

After watching Shannon’s cab drive away Max didn’t feel like heading for home to face the chaos that he was sure awaited him. Instead he decided to go for a walk in the park to ease his troubled mind.

The air was warm so he took off his jacket and held it in his arms. Max walked aimlessly, as if he were numb. He felt so lonely and it seemed like no one could ever understand how he felt.

He kept walking until he heard the squeal of a child. He saw a little boy running from his father. Max smiled at the simple scene and leaned against a tree to watch them for a while. He laughed quietly as the father overacted as if he were exhausted from running after the boy.

He remembered doing that with Brighton while Margaret and Sarahh watched them. More memories of what once was but would never be again. He looked down at his feet to gather himself.

Max then raised his eyes again towards the family but instead of looking at them his eye was caught on someone else, he straightened himself up to get a better look. There was a woman that was sitting on a bench. She was also watching the family and she looked a lot like himself, lost in a big world.

He was mesmerized by her beauty. She was dressed in a beautiful skirt to her knees and a blouse. She also had her hair and makeup done elegantly, but they weren’t overdone. It wasn’t that she looked like all the beautiful women in the magazines, but she had exotic looks. She had her own beauty.

His heart fluttered for a second, then he looked at her facial expression. He was a distance away but he could see the pain on her face. It wasn’t a pain that most people could see, but it was deep, much like his own and he instantly recognized it and he felt such a strong connection to the stranger sitting across the park from him.

Max watched as she raised her face towards the sun as if she were trying to soak up its warmth. She looked down at her watch and gathered her belongings before catching a cab and was headed uptown.

Max had to shake his head to bring himself back down to earth. He took in a deep breath and let it out. Then he gathered his own belongings and headed out of the park towards home.

Once he was home he learned that Brighton had been terrorizing the new nanny. “Brighton! Come down here right now!” Brighton came running down the stairs, “Yeah Dad?”

Max looked down at his son. He looked like Sarahh but his antics reminded him of himself. When Max was a young boy he had also played practical jokes on anyone he could fool, but no one ever suspected him because to those who mattered he was the perfect little boy.

Max’s expression softened, “Brighton, why do you continue to play these jokes on your nannies?” The boy just shrugged his shoulders. “Son, this has to stop. Do you understand?” Brighton rolled his eyes, “May I be excused Dad,” he practically spat out the title. Max sighed, “Yes Brighton, you may.”

The boy bounded up the stairs and Maxwell turned towards the offended nanny. “Nanny Jacobs, I apologize for his actions. Please continue to keep me informed if he or either of the other children give you any problem.” “Thank you Mr. Sheffield.” He nodded and walked in the direction of his office, his sanctuary away from everything.

That night at the dinner table none of the children had anything to talk about and Max didn’t feel like telling them about his work so they ate in silence. Niles’ eyes wandered across the faces at the table. Something needed to be done before this family fell apart completely, the seams were already wearing thin.

“Come now children, or we’re going to be late for your Uncle’s wedding!” All three of them came running down the stairs in their good clothes. Maxwell looked them over. “The three of you look wonderful. Are we ready?” They all nodded and Maggie replied, “Yes Daddy, we’re ready.” Max picked Grace up and led the other two children out to the limo.

While in the limo he warned them, “I want you children to be on your best behavior. It has been a long time since you have seen your grandparents and uncle. Do you understand?”

Again, they all nodded their heads, Grace was too young to really know the importance of today but both Margaret and Brighton were nervous at seeing their mother’s family. They wanted to show them that they were doing their mother proud.

The ceremony was a difficult time for Maxwell. He was happy for John and his new bride but he was depressed that Sarahh couldn’t be there to be a part of it. He stood and watched as the bride made her way towards John.

As the door was closing behind the bride he caught a glimpse of a woman that jarred his memory. ‘Do I know her?’ She was out of his sight as quickly as she came into it.

Again he focused his attention on the ceremony. It was an emotional experience for him but once again he checked his emotions, he didn’t want to appear weak to his children or his in-laws. Meanwhile his three children acted like angels.

The party was well underway when Fran was making her rounds ensuring that everything was running smoothly. As she walked past the nearly empty children’s table she noticed a young boy terrorizing his older sister.

She walked towards them to calm things down a bit. She observed that the girl didn’t react to her brother’s antics, instead she did her best to ignore him.

Fran watched them a while longer and finally noticed the young girl sitting next to the older one. She looked so sad, so lonely. Fran’s heart felt for these children, why she didn’t know, but she felt she needed to intervene.

“Young man, may I suggest that you eat your food instead of throwing rolled up pieces of napkin at your sister?” The boy turned his head towards Fran and replied with a curt, “No.”

Fran knew this game, “Well then where can I find your mother so I can inform her of your choice of activities and perhaps suggest to her that you not be allowed to have any cake,” “She not here!” the boy practically yelled. “I’m not fallin’ for that mister. Young lady where are your parents?”

“Daddy’s over there,” Margaret pointed in Maxwell’s direction. “Thanks.” She gave the young girl a soft smile but the girl just lowered her head. Fran felt so sorry for these children, she knew all they needed was some extra attention.

Fran directed her attention in the direction of their father. There was only one person sitting at the table the older girl had pointed, ‘Oy is he handsome or what?’ She walked towards him.

Fran recognized the look on both him and his children, she saw it everyday when she looked in the mirror, loneliness. He had absolutely no desire to be there. Fran hated to see someone not enjoying their time at one of her parties.

As she approached him she began to feel the flutter of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. ‘You stupid fool he has a wedding band on and has three children.’ He was playing with the band on his left ring finger.

She took in a large breath and let it out, “Excuse me Sir.” He looked up at the unique voice aimed at him and was shocked to see the same woman from a few days ago in the park standing in front of him.

He just looked at her so she continued, “I was told that you are the father of those children over there,” she looked back at the three kids who were watching them with their mouths open. Max followed her gaze, “Yes I am. Have they done something wrong?” “Well not exactly, but the problem is that none of you are having any fun at my party.”

He looked up at her with a puzzled look. “You need to get out there and have some fun.” He gave a small snort. “I don’t think I know the meaning of the word Miss…” “Fran, please call me Fran.” “Fran.”

She granted him a huge smile. “Well then maybe it’s time you learn the meaning of the word. For starters why are you sitting here all alone? You could at least be sitting with your children, which I am sure will keep your son in check. Plus at the very least you would all have someone to talk to.”

Maxwell was confused by this woman’s audacity. Based on his look she felt she had overstepped her bounds. “Sorry, there I go again shoving my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

He shook his head and began to say something when another woman ran up to Fran. They exchanged a few whispers before she turned her attention back towards Max. “Duty calls, please try and have some fun, this is a happy occasion.” With that she turned and ran off in the direction of the photographer.

He watched her spring into action. If he had been wondering what she did for a living he now had his answer. A wedding planner.

He looked at his surroundings, ‘and a damn good one at that.’ Everyone else was enjoying their time.

Max turned his attention towards his children. They looked so unhappy and here he was again drowning in his own sorrow. He took a deep breath and walked towards them.

Brighton hurriedly hid all of the remenants of the napkin that he had been using to throw at Maggie. Max pulled up a chair and sat with them.

The announcement that the cake was about to be cut was made by the band leader and all four walked towards the cake table. Together they laughed as the bride stuffed the cake in John’s face then they walked back to the children’s table, cake in hand. And there they sat till the cake arrived.

Fran continued to make sure that all of the guests were enjoying their time. Her eyes drifted back to the kid’s table. Everything was running smoothly so she walked towards them, dragged over a chair and sat next to the father. “So who are you a friend of? The bride or groom?”

He voice seemed to knock the father into the present from wherever he was. He looked over at her, “Oh, um, the groom. He’s my brother-in-law.” “John?!? Oh he’s a great guy. I swear all of the good ones seem to be taken.” She winked at Max.

“So, why aren’t any of you having a good time?” The older girl spoke in a soft voice. “We wish Mom was here.” Max eyed his daughter, “Margaret, this isn’t a sad day, it’s a happy one.” “Yes Father,” and she lowered her head.

Fran remembered back to the rehearsal and ceremony, she helped arrange a segment of it in memory of John’s deceased sister. ‘This must be her family.’ Fran’s heart cried out for them.

She turned towards the father, “So do you all have names? I know Maggie has one, but what about the rest of you or are you Father, Son and Little Girl?” Max gave her a crooked smile. “I’m Maxwell Sheffield, the boy there is Brighton and that’s my youngest, Grace.”

“Nice to meet all of you, I’m Fran. Brighton, I see that you did get some cake after all.” Brighton looked up at her, frozen, with a shocked look on his face and a forkful of cake halfway to his mouth, Fran gave him a wink. Brighton resumed devouring the cake.

“Mr. Sheffield, I was hoping that I could ask your son for a dance.” She saw Brighton’s head shoot back up with an expression of horror on his face. Max smiled, “Of course Fran. I’m sure Brighton would love to, wouldn’t you Son?” “Well…” She stood up and grabbed his wrist. He followed her to the dance floor as if he were a puppy being pulled on a leash because he was in trouble for piddling on the floor.

Once on the dance floor she grabbed his hands and started dancing. He just stood thee with his arms bouncing around. “Come on Brighton, move your legs.” She jerked the young boy towards her. He looked back at his family, they were all laughing at him which brought a smile to his face. He waved back at them before turning his attention back to Fran.

Getting the beat of the music, Brighton began to move his body, trying to pretend that he knew how to dance. “That’s it Brighton! Whoo Haa!” She held his hands and tried to give him some idea as to what he should do.

Fran twirled Brighton under her arm and as he turned she saw the huge smile on his face. Brighton watched her feet and tried to mimic their movements. Fran knew all along that there was a good kid in there, and here he was, smile beaming in front of her.

After the fast song ended they walked back towards the table. “Thank you Brighton, that was wonderful.” She sat down next to Max. “So Grace, how old are you sweetie?” The young girl just stared at the table, “My someone is shy.”

Fran stood up and walked around the table towards the girl. Grace continued to look at the table when Fran began attacking her by tickling her. To Max’s and the other children’s surprise Grace began to giggle. Under normal circumstances Grace would run away, but not this time, this time she reacted as any normal child would.

Once the tickling ended Fran asked Grace again, “So how old are you?” “Three.” “What’s your favorite color Gracie?” “Pink.” Fran smiled down at her, “I’ll be right back.”

Fran left the table and returned with a pink flower for Grace who smiled at the flower then pulled on Fran’s hand till she was at her level. Then Grace wrapped her arms around Fran’s neck and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

The rest of the family was stupefied at how Grace reacted so warmly to this new woman. It had been such a long time since she showed such emotion towards another person.

Fran had to get back to work. “Now you all have some fun, I will try to make it back before you all leave. Alright?” She began to walk away but turned back towards them, “Oh and Brighton? Behave.” “Yes Fran.” Max looked at his son with an accusatory stare. “I didn’t do anything Dad, honest.”

The dance floor began to fill up as the party continued and the family at the kid’s table was the site of a new game. Max was playing table football with his son and Margaret was the referee.

Ernie, their grandfather, came over to the table when he heard all the cheering from the children’s table. “Hey kids, Max.” Maggie and Brighton children looked up at their grandfather with nervous eyes and Grace with shy ones.

Max stood to greet his father-in-law. “Ernie. Congratulations. They make a wonderful couple.” They looked over at the newlyweds. “Yes they do, much like you and Sarahh did.” He smiled at Max.

Fran picked that moment to walk to the table. “Ernie, I’m surprised you didn’t tell me that you had such gorgeous grandchildren.” Ernie blushed. Max had to chuckle, in all the years he knew Ernie he had never known him to be the blushing sort.

Something about this woman made everyone feel at ease, she allowed them to put down their defenses, something Maxwell wasn’t exactly comfortable with. He had seen it with her interaction with Brighton and Grace.

Ernie began to make his excuses, “Well Fran, I haven’t seen them for a while.” He raised his hands to surrender, “My fault, I know.” He looked back at the children with adoring eyes. “They are quite gorgeous though. They look a lot like their mother.” All sets of eyes glowed with pride. “Margaret, would you do this old man a favor and dance with me?” The girl nodded and stood.

Her grandfather led her to the dance floor and gently swayed with her to the sweet song that the band was playing. Max had a soft smile on his lips as he watched them. Fran nudged him by saying, “Hey, you have another daughter without a partner.” Max looked over at Grace who was playing with the flower Fran had given to her.

He nodded his head and walked towards her. “Grace, would you like to dance with me?” The girl looked up at her father, he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Once there he held her hands and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. When Max saw the effort she was putting out he lifted her by her arms and placed her feet on his own. Standing on his feet together they danced and Grace looked up at her father with more joy than he had seen in the longest time.

Back at the table stood Brighton and Fran, “I’ve never seen him dance with any of us before. It’s kinda cool, he hasn’t danced since Mom died.” Fran looked down at Brighton. “Maybe its just too hard for him. Give him some more time.” “It’s been over a year already. It’s not that we want him to forget Mom but we need him to be our dad again.”

Fran draped her arm around his shoulder pulling his body towards hers, in a side hug. “Maybe he’ll start after tonight.” The boy sighed, “Yeah. Thanks for talking to him Fran.” “I really didn’t say anything to him B.”

“I know, I got to eat my cake.” He looked up at her with a cheshire grin on his face. “But it’s kinda like you’re giving him hints on what to do. It’s great to see him smile.”

The two of them looked over at father and daughter who were laughing. “Now that is a scene for the scrape book.” Fran grabbed the camera at the table (one had been placed at each table for the guests to take pictures of each other) and took a picture of the scene grandfather/granddaughter and father/daughter.

When the song ended both dancing couples walked back to the table. Ernie sighed, “Brighton, you need to stop growing so fast.” The boy looked proud. “Margaret you look beautiful, and Grace,” he bent to the little girl’s level, “you are beautiful too.”

“Hey Dad!” Ernie turned his head to see John beckoning him. “Fran, you make sure that these four have a good time, will ya?” He nodded her head, “Of course, now go to your son.”

“We don’t want to keep you from your work Fran,” Max began to say. “Oh well, if ya don’t want me around…” she said as she turned her body away. “No!” came the quick response from Brighton.

She turned and looked at Maxwell. “We just don’t want you to get in trouble,” Max replied. “Trouble? Me?!? You know me so well already?” She nudged him in the ribs. “Actually my night is almost over. Val has everything taken care of it and all I have left to do is see that the couple gets off alright.” Max gave her a small smile and looked over at his children who were watching Fran with wide eyes. “Then it would be lovely to have you join us.”

Max sat down and Fran sat next to him. Grace didn’t really know where to sit so Fran picked her up and into her lap. Laughter came spilling out of Grace’s mouth as Fran tickled her. After she settled down she made herself comfortable on Fran’s lap.

“Amazing.” Fran looked over at Max, “What?” “She’s never been comfortable with strangers. But with you it’s like she’s a normal child.” “And she isn’t a normal child?”

“Well yes of course she is. She is just much more frightened of everything than most her age.” Fran shrugged her shoulders and looked lovingly at the child in her arms.

“So Maggie, tell me something about yourself.” The shy girl replied with a vague answer, “There isn’t much to say.” “Oh, I’m sure that there’s tons of stuff you could tell me. How old are you? What grade you are in? Your favorite subject? Stuff like that.”

Margaret sunk in her seat, “I’m eleven and I’m in the sixth grade. My favorite subject is reading.” “Reading? Do you have a favorite book?” Maggie shook her head, “Not really, I just like to read. I’ll read almost anything.” Fran beamed, “That’s wonderful, keep it up Maggie. School is very important.” The girl nodded her head.

“And you Brighton? How old are you?” “Seven and I’m in the second grade, almost the third,” Brighton said with pride in his voice. “I’ll bet that you are one of the top students in your class.” Fran winked at him. The boy looked down. Maxwell cleared his throat. “Brighton has a problem behaving in class.”

Fran looked at the boy, “Brighton? I never woulda guessed that. Why do you do that?” “It’s fun.” “Fun? I think that you should take your cue from your big sister.”

Brighton looked at Fran with big, unbelieving eyes, “From Margaret? Yeah, right.” “Brighton!” “Sorry Dad.” He looked at his father then sighed when he saw that his eyebrows were still raised, “Sorry Maggie.”

Fran continued, “Brighton, your sister is smart and beautiful. I think that you should take advantage of the situation. Having an older sister can be a good thing. Besides which, she’s really patient with you. When I annoyed my sister she would chase me around till she could grab me by the nose. Maggie is a great big sister and you need to know that.”

Brighton just stared at her and Fran caught herself. She placed a hand on Brighton’s shoulder, “Wow, I didn’t mean to come over here and lecture anyone. Sorry B. Just think about what I said.” He nodded.

Val came over to the table. “We’re gonna do the garter and bouquet now. I think they are getting anxious to leave.” “Sounds good Val. Make sure that the photographer is ready, and please make the announcement.” “Sure Fran. I have it down pat. No worries.” Val ran off and did her duties.

“So, you are the big guru of the wedding business I take it.” “Wha? Oh no, Val l and I share the business. I just tend to be more outspoken so I have more connections.“ Max complimented her planning, “Well, It really was a beautiful ceremony and reception.” “Thanks.”

Just then they heard Val’s voice overhead announcing the traditional throw of the garter and bouquet. “Do you want to go kids? Other kids your age are already lined up.” “Come on Maggie, it might be fun.” Brighton grabbed his sister’s hand and dragged her off towards the crowd.

“Thanks for everything you did tonight Fran. I can’t remember the last time we have had so much fun together.” “Well once in a while someone just needs a hand.” “Well I actually have plenty of hands helping me out, but none of them have really worked on them.”

He looked at the children, “Brighton has scared off every nanny since their mother passed away. Margaret never speaks to me and the one you’re holding is frightened of most everything…Not with you though. For some reason all of us have opened up to you.”

He raised and eyebrow to her, “How do you do it?” “It’s a gift. Sometimes it can be a curse, but times like this make it a blessing.” She smiled and he returned it.

After the traditional throwing of the bouquet and garter there were a few more dances and then the bride and groom were off on their honeymoon. Fran had to be there to send them off so she handed the sleeping Grace to her father.

She then walked the four of them out to their limo, “I had a good time kids, thanks.” “Are we ever going to see you again Fran?” “Oh Maggie, I hope so. And when I do I want to hear all about everything.” She winked at the girl.

Max closed the car door behind the children and spoke to her privately for a moment. “Max, if there is ever anything you need or want to talk about you can always give me a call. Or if you want me to watch the kids for a while, I have plenty of experience thanks to my nieces. Here’s my number, no pressure.” She handed him her card. “Thanks Fran. It was a pleasure meeting you.” She watched them ride off then made her way back into the reception hall.

Val grabbed her hand as she reentered the building, “Fran, he is gorgeous!” “Yeah Val, but with a lot of baggage.” “I’ve neva seen you talk to a table like that before.” “I haven’t, but for some reason with them I did, I felt I needed to.” She shrugged her shoulders and together the two women finished up the business for the night.

Two weeks had passed and Max was confused. Every night since the wedding he had dreamt of Fran. They hadn’t been of anything big but he felt guilty that he couldn’t seem to dream of his wife. Yet it felt so good to have something to think of, something that was still here, here on this earth, something to touch and know was there and not just a figment of his imagination.

Well she was sort of there. He hadn’t called her. He had wanted to, but every time he picked up the phone he chickened out. Brighton had acted nicer towards his sisters the first few days after meeting Fran but he soon fell back into his old routine. Max was getting at his wit’s end and he needed to talk to someone, anyone that may understand him.

At that moment he heard a soft tap at his door. “Come in.” Margaret poked her head in, “Daddy, may I speak to you?” “Of course, come on in.” She closed the door behind her.

“What is it Margaret?” “I was wondering if maybe I could get some new clothes? It’ll be summer soon and my clothes from last year don’t fit.” He smiled, “Of course. I’ll tell Nanny Jacobs to take you tomorrow.”

Maggie looked down at her shoes, “Um…I don’t want to go with her.” “Why not?” She just shrugged her shoulders. “Do you want me to go with you?” She shrugged her shoulders again.

He pondered the situation and a light bulb went off in his head, “I know who I could ask. Fran from the wedding! She gave me her number in case you kids needed anything. I’m sure she would love to go out with you.”

“Do you think she’ll do it?” Margaret asked. Max shrugged his shoulders, “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He fished through the cards in his rolodex, even though he knew her number by heart, he didn’t want Margaret to get the wrong idea, that he had been thinking of calling another woman. His palms began to sweat as he listened to her phone ring.

The phone continued to ring and his palms continued to sweat. He didn’t feel any better when her voicemail came on, “Hello, you’ve reached Fran and Val. Sorry we aren’t able to take your call but we are probably out planning the happiness of others, or maybe trying to figure out our own. Please leave a message and we will try to get back to you as soon as we can. Bye!!!” Then came the beep.

Max took a deep breath, “Um, hello. This message is for Fran, this is Maxwell Sheffield. We met at John’s wedding a couple of weeks ago. I was there with my three children. Anyways you gave me your number and I have a favor to ask of you. If you could call me back I would appreciate it.” He left his number, said his ado and hurriedly hung up the phone.

“Thanks Dad, hopefully she’ll call back.” She skipped out of the room and shut the door behind her. Max fell back into his chair and ran his finger through his hair. He hoped she would call, not just for Margaret but for him, he wanted to see her face again, he needed to see her face again.

Meanwhile Fran was out in the park getting a good jog in. Her easiest times were during the days on the weekdays. After work hours were usually booked with couples and the weekend full of weddings, but she loved her time during the normal working hours. It always allowed her to take care of herself and get caught up on the paperwork and calls she needed to make.

She began jogging when she left Danny. She knew she needed to find a new hobby and with the new business she felt she needed to give herself some personal time. Jogging was an outlet for her and she loved her daily runs.

Fran was feeling good for the first time in a long time today. She exited the park and continued jogging down the streets of NYC. She heard whistles from some of the annoying men that were on their lunch break.

She had the look of determination on her face and she made her way through the crowds, then turned down her street and continued up to her building. “Hey Jimmy,” she smiled at the doorman. “Miss Fine, did you have a good jog?” “Yes I did, thanks.”

She took the stairs instead of the elevator and entered her apartment. Val had just returned from a shopping spree, “Find anything good?” “Oh, a couple of things as usual. How was the jog?” “Refreshing.” She walked to the linen closet and grabbed a clean gym towel to wipe her sweaty brow.

“Any messages?” Fran stripped off her shirt to cool off in her workout bra and Val walked over to the machine to press the button next to the flashing light. “Um, hello. This message is for Fran, this is Maxwell Sheffield. We met at John’s wedding a couple of weeks ago, I was there with my three children. Anyways you gave me your number and I have a favor to ask of you. If you could call me back I would appreciate it.”

Val began waving her hands in front of her face excitedly, “Fran it’s that gorgeous guy!” Fran sat there with her mouth slightly open with her water bottle halfway to her mouth. “Call him!” “Alright, alright. Play it back so I can get the number.”

She nervously dialed the number. Niles answered the phone, “Sheffield residence.” “Hello, is Maxwell Sheffield available?” she replied. “May I ask who is calling?” “Oh sorry, this is Fran Fine. I’m returning his call.” Niles smiled into the phone, “Oh yes, Miss Fine he told me to watch for your call. Just a moment please.”

Before she knew it Maxwell’s voice was on the other line. ‘Hello Fran.” “Hey Max, what’s up? I didn’t expect to hear from you.” Max cleared his throat, “Well actually I have a favor to ask of you. Margaret needs to go shopping for some new clothes but she doesn’t want to go with her nanny. It seems that this one hasn’t been a good match either. She also doesn’t want to go with her old dad, so I thought of you. Do you think you might be able to spend some time shopping with her?”

Fran’s face brightened, “”Shopping? I would love to! Where should I meet her?” Max tapped his pen on the edge of his desk in a nervous way, “Well either at the mall or here at the house would be great.”

Fran took a sip of water before answering, “Well, why don’t I come to your house? That way we can decided where we’ll go shopping. Is that alright with you?” Max let out a small grin, “Sounds great.”

“Is tomorrow good for her?” “I’m sure that will be just fine, she’s on holiday this week so it works out just fine.” “Great,” she exclaimed with a smile on her face so big that Max could imagine it from the other end. He gave her the address and they agreed on a time before saying their goodbyes.

The next day Fran arrived on time and Niles opened the door for her. Upon entering the mansion she was in awe of the place. “It is very nice to meet you Miss Fine. The children were talking about you nonstop for days after the wedding.”

She turned towards the butler, “Really?” He nodded, “They received a picture of all of you at a table and look at it everyday. My name is Niles, is there anything I can get for you?” “Just a ten year old girl,” she smiled at him

At that moment she heard the pattering of some small feet from above. She looked up to see the head of a certain four year old peaking through the slabs of wood from the terrace. “Hi Gracie!” The little girl’s eyes brightened and she ran down the stairs. Fran squatted down so that the child could run into her arms.

Niles was shocked at this display. Fran enveloped Grace in her arms and gave her a hug. She then began to tickle the child and for the first time in a long time the house echoed with laughter.

Seconds later the other children were looking down from upstairs. “Fran!” “Hey kids, did ya miss me?” They flew down the stairs and ran to her.

They hugged her waist and both began talking at once. “Whoa! Hold on a moment. I need to check on a few things before I hear all of your stories. B, how is school going?” He hung his head, “A little better.”

Fran smiled at him, “At least a little is something. And Margaret, how has he been treating you?” “Not too bad, better than before,” Maggie said shrugging her shoulders. “Good. You and I will have plenty of time to catch up young lady.” Margaret smiled.

Fran tried to put Grace down but the little girl wouldn’t let go. “Alright, then you’ll stay right here.” Grace smiled at her. Fran looked at Niles, “Is Maxwell here?” “Yes, I’ll go tell him of your arrival.”

Shortly after Max walked into the living room with his tie loosened around his neck and the first button of his shirt undone. “Fran! Its great to see you again.” “You too. Great place you have here.” “I like it.” They smiled at each other and he boyishly ran his hand through his hair.

“So where will you ladies be going today?” he asked clasping his hands behind his back. “Well its up to Maggie, but I was thinking Macy’s and maybe a couple of place in Times Square.” “Sounds great Fran,” Maggie replied with enthusiasm.

Max looked at his daughter. Her eyes were dancing for the first time in ages. She needed this time with a woman, she needed this time with Fran.

Max had been a bit hesitant allowing his daughter to go off with a woman who was nearly a stranger. Then he saw the reaction that Fran got from the children and he knew Margaret would be safe with Fran. He didn’t know why he know it, but he knew it. There was something about her.

“Well we need to get going, I have a meeting at 7pm. That only gives us 6 hours to do some major damage. You ready sweetie?” “Yeah!” Fran tried to put Gracie down but she just wouldn’t let go. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.” “No!” Fran looked over at Max. “Grace, darling, come here.” He held his arms out for the child, “No!” she hid her face in Fran’s hair.

“Maggie, we may have to take your sister but I promise it will be alright.” Maggie shrugged her shoulders, “Okay.” “Is that alright Max?” she asked him. He nodded, “If it’s alright with you then it’s alright with me. I don’t want you girls to give Fran a hard time. Be on your best behavior, understood?” “Yes Daddy.” Niles grabbed the stroller out of the closet and got the bag ready for Grace.

“Here’s some money Margaret. Be careful with it.” Maggie eyed the wad of bills nervously, “Can Fran hold it?” Max locked his eyes with Fran’s and with her eyes she told him that she would take care of both the money and the children. “Every penny will be accounted for.” With that they left for their day out, just the girls.

They had a blast. Maggie came home that day full of stories to tell her brother and Niles. She was in the kitchen telling her story with Grace asleep upstairs, when Maxwell and CC walked into the room.

She greeted him, “Hi Daddy.” “Hello sweetheart. Did you have fun with Fran today?” “Maxwell, who is Fran?” “Oh, she’s a woman we met at John’s wedding a few weeks ago.” “A woman? Maxwell you didn’t say anything about meeting a new woman.” “I didn’t know you’d be interested CC. Fran is a very nice woman. She enjoys spending time with the children and I think it will be good for them.”

“She took us out to lunch today and she bought Grace a new teddy bear and me a new book.” “And she got me a magician’s book, it’s so cool dad!” added Brighton. “She bought all three of you gifts? Why did she do that? I gave her plenty of money.” “She said that she wanted to get them for us Dad. I told her no thank you but she insisted,” Maggie explained.

“I’ll talk to her later. A magician’s book Brighton?” he looked at Brighton curiously. “Yeah, she said that I should use my powers for good, not evil. It’s so cool!” “Good, very good.” He left the kitchen with an expression of satisfaction on his face for the office.

CC stayed behind, “Kids, what’s this Fran lady like?” “She’s pretty and we all like her a lot.” CC lowered herself to Brighton’s level, “And does your father like her?” “I think so.” CC straightened herself and made her way to the office. “Uh oh children, the witch may have been set loose.” They all snickered at Niles’ remark.


Max called Fran later that night when he was sure that she would be done with her meetings, around 10pm. She wouldn’t bend and accept a refund on the gifts she had given the children. “Max, stop it, I enjoyed doing it. It was my pleasure, really Maxwell.”

“Well maybe I can repay you with lunch then. The children are back in school next week and Grace will be with the Nanny.” “No, please bring her. I’ve grown very attached to her.” Max gave a small laugh, “You seem to be the first thing she’s been attached to in a very long time.” There was a slight pause, “You seem to have an effect on all of us Fran.”

“I know you can’t see me right now, but I’m blushing and it takes a lot to make me blush Max. Thanks for the kind words, but I’m sure I don’t deserve them. I really haven’t done anything, I just enjoy spending time with the kids, and I think I’ll enjoy getting to know you a bit better too.” Now they were both embarrassed.

Two people that were nearly strangers, but they had so much in common left to uncover. Maybe their backgrounds weren’t the same, they couldn’t have come from more different origins, but life had put them into situations where they had both conquered and failed.

Together they shared the passion for life, yet they also shared the fear of that very same thing. There was a pause but she brought herself out of her stupor, ‘So where and when?” They made the arrangement and each went to sleep thinking of the other.


Fran was waiting for them as they arrived at the restaurant she had picked. Max was holding Grace’s hand but when she saw Fran she let go of it and ran towards her. Fran picked the girl up and together they twirled in a circle.

When Max finally approached them he had a smile on his face from ear to ear, “Hello Fran.” She turned towards him, “Hey Max. How ya doing?” “Much better now, thanks.” “Better? You were havin’ a bad day?” “A tough one, my business partner almost wouldn’t let me out of the house for our lunch date.” “Well aren’t you the boss? I mean, you don’t have to answer to her, do you?” He smiled and shook his head, “No I don’t have to answer to her.”

He held out his hand towards the table she had been sitting at, “Shall we?” Grace sat in the chair between Fran and Max. “What do ya want for lunch Gracie?” Grace brought her hand up to her mouth and furrowed her little forehead. “Isn’t she cute Max?” she laughed at the concentration Grace was giving her simple question. “Grill cheese.” “Grilled cheese sandwich?” Grace nodded her head with enthusiasm. “Okay.”

Fran then reached down to the bag at her feet and pulled out a coloring book and box of crayons to entertain Grace. “Here ya go sweetie, have fun.” Grace dug into the art supplies with gusto.

Fran turned her attention towards Max. “So Max, tell me about yourself. I know all about your kids, but I hardly know anything about you, just what they tell me.” “And you still agreed to have lunch with me?” he looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Fran gently swatted his hand that was lying on the table. “They think the world of you Max, its just kinda sad that you don’t see it.” They looked into each other’s eyes and were interrupted by the waiter to take their order.

“So Max. Please tell me something about yourself.” He took a deep breath. “Well, I grew up in London in a stuffy English family. Well, using the term family is such a strong way of putting it, we were more sometimes living together due to the resemblance of our DNA,” he shook his head and snorted out a short laugh.

“Once I was old enough to realize that if I stayed there because of my mother I wouldn’t have the ability to do what I really wanted to do, which was theatre…So after university I packed up my few belongings and moved to America. I was lucky that Niles came with me, I don’t know what I would’ve done without him.”

He sighed before continuing, “For about a year I did all the grunt work, but eventually it paid off. I got word that there was a new playwright so I called him up and read the play. I thought it would be a success so I called my father and asked for a loan, which he granted.”

Fran was immersed in his story and couldn’t take her ears away from it. “It was a small success, enough of one to get my name out there and the plays began to roll in. Before long the business was a success and then CC came into my life as a partner. She knew all the people I had yet to know in the right social groups and it became a successful partnership. It wasn’t long after that I met my wonderful wife.”

Their food arrived at this time and Fran helped Grace prepare her food before eating it. “Please continue.” “Well, there really isn’t much more to say, we married had three children before we all lost her. It’s been nearly two years, and I still miss her, everyday.”

Fran’s face fell and she placed her hand on his forearm squeezing it. “Oh Max, I’m so sorry for your loss. From what the kids tell me it sounds like she was a wonderful woman.” “She was,” he cleared his throat.

“So Fran, now that I’ve summarized my life up for you I think it’s your turn.” “Well, my life isn’t nearly as exciting as yours. I grew up in Queens with a loving family, well loving parents. My sista loved to terrorize me and she still does.” She laughed at this.

“My father is a good man, but I hardly ever see him, I think he’s having an affair with the television. And Ma? Well she makes up for all the neglect anyone else coulda given me. Everyday I hear, ‘Frannie, when are ya getting’ married?’ Oy, I tell you that woman will be the death of me. She can’t understand why I can make so many other people’s dreams come true but I can’t make hers.”

“Don’t you want to marry Fran?” “Yeah of course, but I don’t wanna settle. I only wanna do it once, you know? So many people abuse the sanctity of marriage but I won’t and I only wanna marry when I find the right one.”

“So you believe in soul mates?” Max gave her smiling eyes so she knew that he was teasing her. She smiled at him, “No…I don’t believe in soul mates, but I do believe that there is a right person for another. To grow together, you know what I mean?”

He nodded, “I think so. So how did you get into the wedding planning business?” “Well it definitely wasn’t something I planned on. At first, all I wanted was to find a good husband and be a loving mother.”

She looked into the distance, “But things changed after high school. I was working in a bridal shop in Flushing with my boyfriend. It was his father’s business that was eventually passed down to him. I made my connections there and things just kinda fell into place. It just worked and I love it.”

“So you have a boyfriend then?” She snorted, “Most definitely not! I wouldn’t date Danny again if he were the last man on Earth. That was definitely a learning experience and it continues to be.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so personal.” “Its alright, I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t want to.” She winked at him.

After their plates were cleared Grace climbed down from her seat and patted Fran’s leg. Fran picked her up and sat her on her lap and wrapped her arms and the child. They continued to talk about themselves, learning about the other.

As Fran talked about her life Max grew more and more interested. This woman had overcome the odds and was successful, much like himself. Her boyfriend had hurt her much like losing Sarahh had hurt him and yet she had a passion for life, which intrigued him.

The other thing that floored him was her interest in his children. Never before had anyone connected with them like she did, even himself. He got a far off look in his eyes, he had missed watching his children grow up. He never allowed himself the time anymore to know who they really were but in a matter of a few meetings this woman knew everything important about them. He envied her for that unending ability to love.

“Yoo Hoo, Max, ya still with me?” Max shook his head, “I’m sorry Fran, I was just thinking how wonderful you are with the children.” “Well they’re easy people to get along with. That Brighton though, boy does he need to learn restraint.” Max grinned, “We’re working on it.”

Fran looked into his eyes and for a brief second she felt her heart skip a beat. There was something about this man that made her incapable to noticing anything else around her.

She wasn’t sure if it was just his gorgeous looks, smooth voice or it was something deeper. She felt a connection to him. Perhaps it was a connection to his children but she thought it went even deeper than that. ‘Something to think about,’ she thought to herself.

The bill was paid and they left the restaurant. “So what is your schedule like the rest of the day?” Max looked at his watch, 2pm. “Well, nothing actually, I had given the nanny the day off so I figured I would have to watch Grace since Niles is busy with other errands.”

He bent down and picked up the little girl. “How about a walk in the park then Max? I know an area where there are swings and benches.” He gave her a thoughtful grin, “Sounds good.”

They began walking in the direction of the park but as they waited for the light to change at a corner Grace sneezed. “Oh sweetie, let me get that,” she began rummaging through her purse.

Max pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Fran. When she grabbed it her fingers grazed his own and the world stopped for a moment. After she gathered her emotions Fran bent in towards Grace and he was able to smell her hair. It smelled of flowers and he got lost in the scent.

“Blow sweetie,” he watched as she cared for his youngest and smiled when she placed a hand on his chest to get a better look at Grace. “All cleaned up.” The walking sign turned for them and they crossed the street to the park.

Upon seeing the swings Max set Grace down. “Go on sweetheart. It’s alright.” She looked at the swings but was hesitant to go to them. “Come on Grace we’ll both go.” Fran took her hand and they walked towards the practically deserted playground set.

She placed Grace on a swing and then sat on the one next to her. Max walked behind Grace a gently pushed her. Fran could see her eyes fill with fear but when she realized that she was safe she relaxed and began to smile at the action.

Before they knew it Grace was laughing while she was being pushed. “I can’t tell you how lovely that sound is.” Fran smiled up at him from her seat on the swing, “I agree Max. It is wonderful.” After a few rounds on the swing they sat on a bench talking, soaking up every bit of information about the other that they could.

That night Max found himself thinking of her. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could see her face and even hear her laugh. As he unbuttoned his shirt to dress for bed he caught a whiff of her perfume that had lingered on the cloth material she had transferred to him when she reached across him to Grace. He brought the shirt up to his nose and inhaled.

Before Max knew it his head fell back as he got lost in the feeling that he was experiencing. He wasn’t looking for love and he wasn’t even sure that he was ready for another go at it. But whatever Fran was doing to him he enjoyed it.

Max threw the shirt aside and unzipped his pants, slowly taking them off. He then laid the slacks across the chair before walking to the armoire where his pajamas were. As he was walking to the armoire he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he stopped to look at himself.

He almost couldn’t believe what he saw. Since Sarahh had died he never took the time to look at himself, he just never cared. It was the rare occasion that he caught a glimpse of a stranger staring back at him from the mirrored glass.

Oh he knew that it was his own reflection, but Max couldn’t believe that he looked the way he did. As the years passed without Sarahh by his side he had no expression in his eyes, his face was always pale and he just looked drained.

But not today, today for the first time in a long time he looked alive. He had a sparkle in his eyes and he held his shoulders back proud. He no longer looked as if he were defeated.

Max then observed his body. He never had a problem maintaining a nice physique, but it wasn’t what it once was. ‘I need to work on that.’ He brought his gaze back up to his face and he smiled. He looked good, and he felt good. He wasn’t blind and he knew what he had to thank for this sudden change in him. ‘Fran.’

She brought out the best in life. There wasn’t any uncertainty in his mind that Fran was a special person. She had the ability to make his children happy again and she had the ability to bring him back to life. Suddenly Max’s desire to know her better grew.

He grabbed his pajamas and dressed for bed. After climbing under the sheets his mind began to go a mile a minute. He looked at the clock on his bedside table, it blinked 10:30pm.

He reached for the phone and nervously dialed the numbers he had memorized. ‘Is it too late in the evening? What are you going to tell her when she asks you why you’ve called?’ He began to chicken out when the other line was picked up, “Hello?”

Fran was just getting ready to call it a night when the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hello Fran, it’s Max.” She smiled, “Max. It’s nice to hear from you.” “I just wanted to give you a ring and say that I had a wonderful time today.” “I did too Max.” There was silence for a moment, both wondering what the other the other was thinking.

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about Max?” Max stammered for an answer, “Well, no, not really. I just wanted to call and get to know you even more. Unless you have plans for the evening?” “No plans, I was just getting ready for bed.”

Max let out a breath he was holding waiting for her answer, “I’m so sorry, I worried it was too late to call.” “It’s not too late, I’m glad you called.” Fran sat back down on the couch and made herself comfortable for the long conversation she knew was coming.

That night they talked about themselves and learned about the other. She learned about the play he was working on and he listened to her stories of the new couple she was taking care of at work. Conversation between them just flowed and they felt completely at ease with the other. Before they knew it, it was nearly 1am.

Fran had tried to stifle a yawn when Max finally realized the time, “I better let you go. I’m sure you have things to do in the morning as do I. It’s been fun though.” “It has been. Thanks for calling Max.” “We need to get together again sometime soon.” “That sounds wonderful. I have a big wedding coming up next weekend, but I should be pretty free after that.” “I’ll be sure to call then.” “Please do,” she smiled into the phone. “Goodnight Max.” “Goodnight Fran. Sleep well.”

He waited till she hung up the phone and then turned out his light and fell into a peaceful sleep. Fran gathered herself from the couch and stumbled into her bedroom. Once she was ready for bed and turned out the light she allowed herself to think about the conversation she just shared with Max and she smiled as dreams of him began to come to her.


“Niles, how do I look?” Niles looked his boss over, “Priceless Sir.” Max made a face, “I don’t look like a penguin? Or an idiot? Or anything along those lines?” “No Sir. You look wonderful. Maybe you’ll even have some fun tonight. You never know what the night may bring Sir.”

Max sighed, “It’s just that I hate going to events like this. Everyone pretends to be something they’re not. All the evening is, is a bunch of grown up snobs getting drunk and handing over money for a charitable event.”

Niles smiled at him, “That can be fun Sir.” Max snorted, “Yeah if any of those people can be fun when they’re drunk. Usually they just get more boring than usual.”

CC walked in the door and Niles looked at her, “And some people don’t need a drink to act like that,” and he walked away. “Are you ready Maxwell?”

He turned towards her, “Remind me why I’m going to this again.” “Because it will be a good opportunity to get some new investors. It’ll be good for business Maxwell.” Max sighed and grabbed his topcoat before leaving.

The event was going much as Maxwell had predicted. Most everyone was drunk and none of them were exciting. He began to walk around the perimeters of the hall, “Max?” He looked in the direction of the voice, “Fran?!? What are you doing here?”

She gave him a huge smile, “I was just going to ask you that same question.”

“Something CC dragged me to,” he raised her eyebrows at her in question. “Some idiot thought that this would be a good place for a date.” “A date? Here?” “Yeah, and get this…it’s the first date.”

Max brought his hand up to his mouth to try and hide his smile, “You’re kidding, right?” She pursed her lips together and slowly shook her head.

A man walked up behind her and laced an arm around her waist, Max watched as she rolled her eyes at the gesture so that only Max could see. “A drink for the lady,” he produced the drink in his other hand.

“Thanks Stephen.” Stephen nuzzled her neck, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” “Oh yes, sorry. Stephen this is Maxwell. Maxwell, Stephen.”

The two men shook hands. “So Max, what do you do?” “I’m a producer for Broadway.” Stephen’s eyebrows rose, “Really. That must be an interesting line of work.” “At times it can be. But it’s usually just mundane, boring.” There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. “So how did you two meet?”

Stephen pulled Fran closer to him, “I saw her at a buddy of mine’s wedding. I couldn’t leave before I got her number.” “Oh don’t be modest Stephen, you wouldn’t leave me alone until you got my number.” She looked over at Max with a look of annoyance on her face.

Max could understand where she was coming from. There had been countless times where women who had auditioned for a part in one of his plays tried to put the moves on him and it always annoyed him.

Max wanted to help her out of the situation she had gotten herself into but was at a loss for ideas. The music started up, “Come on Frannie, I think they’re playing our number,” Stephen looked towards Max, “You don’t mind do you Max?”

Before either could answer he took the drink from Fran’s hand and handed it to Max. “Hold that for us, would ya buddy?” Max watched as Stephen pulled Fran to the dance floor before pulling her far too close for a first date.

Max’s blood began to boil, Fran was handling the situation with poise, but she was uncomfortable with Stephen and Max could see it, why couldn’t that cad? When the song changed he took his cue from her practically pleading eyes. He walked onto the dance floor and patted Stephen on the shoulder.

“You wouldn’t mind if I cut in, would you old man?” He pushed the drink towards him and offered his hand to Fran. Stephen was shocked but made his way off the floor and to the bar.

Max pulled her into his embrace and his heart skipped a beat when he felt her body brush against his. He smiled down at her when she looked up at him. “Thank you so much,” she sighed. “You’re my hero.”

He chuckled. “I always try to rescue a lady in distress.” “Well, whatever your powers may be to me, at this very moment, they are wonderful.”

She stepped closer to him, so close he could smell her clean hair, “I don’t know why I even agreed to come to this thing. I just wanted to get the one date over with and then never hear from him again, but it isn’t exactly working out like I had hoped.”

“Well you ran into me, isn’t that alright,” her eyes met his again and she took an intake of breath allowing his cologne to penetrate her nostrils. “More than alright. Running into you is what makes this night worthwhile.”

There was a slight moment of silence before she broke it, “Why haven’t you called?” He shook his head in disappointment, “I wanted to Fran. Work just got too busy and I haven’t been to bed before 2 in the morning for the past week.”

She studied his tired face, looking at the circles under his eyes and his pale face, “Oh Max, you look exhausted. Why are you here? Surely your Miss Babcock could’ve handled this event on her own.”

Max looked in the direction of CC where she was wooing a few potential investors. He looked back down at her, “I know, and she’s not mine,” he gave her a smile. “I just feel horrible having her come to these events on her own. Although she does tend to enjoy their company much more than I ever have.”

“You need to take better care of yourself.” “Thanks for caring Fran. I think you are the first person to show any sort of concern for my welfare in a very long time. It’s rather nice actually.” She gave him a tender smile.

“How are the children?” “I wish I could say I knew but work has also robbed me of my time with them.” “Max!” she said exasperated. “I know. I know! You can’t say anything to me to make me feel any worse about it than I already do.” Just then the song ended and Stephen was back on his feet and at Fran’s side.

Max saw the look in her eyes and he knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere for the rest of the night. No matter how much he annoyed Stephen, he would remain at her side.

Just when they all settled at a small table near the bar CC came over to Max. “Maxwell, what are you doing all the way over here? All of the rich people are drunk and primed for handing out the cash.”

Max rolled his eyes, “That’s your job CC. Remember? I was spending the evening with Fran and her date.” “Fran?” CC looked over at the couple across from Max for the first time. She looked the woman over and couldn’t find what was so appealing about her. CC then tisked at Max and made a beeline back to the drunken millionaires.

When Fran and Stephen were leaving for the evening Max walked them to the doors. He could tell that Stephen was more than ready to get rid of him. As Fran left to gather her belongings he leaned over to Stephen, “If you do anything to her that she doesn’t want you’ll regret it.” Slowly Stephen turned his head towards Max, surprised by the sudden act of threatening him.

“Excuse me?” “If you so much as lay a finger on her that she didn’t want I promise you will regret it. Do you understand? She means far too much to my children to be hurt.” “Your children? Or you?”

Max hesitated for a brief second, “She’s a dear friend to me, but my children adore her. She makes them happy and in return I promise that I will take care of her. It’s not that I don’t like you, I’m sure you’re a decent man. It’s just that I look out for her. Understood?”

Stephen nodded his head. “She’s a good woman, any man would be lucky to have a chance with her. All he has to do is take the first step. I’m thrilled with the way the evening has turned out. Well, with one exception.” He looked Max over disapprovingly.

“It must’ve been extremely difficult for the other men there tonight to see her on my arm. I’m a very lucky man. And I think I will only get more lucky.” Using his fingers to quote to word lucky. It was then that Fran reappeared.

She looked from Stephen who had a smug look on his face to Max who had a look of disgust and horror on his face. “Did I miss anything?” “Nothing Frannie, we men were just talking shop, weren’t we Max?” He slapped Max on the shoulder and stood from his chair.

“You ready to go Baby?” She smiled up at him with a small smile, then turned her attention to Max. “Goodnight Max. Say hi to the kids for me.” He stood from his chair, “Of course I will. You have a great night Fran. If you need anything call me. You have my cell number.”

She patted his arm and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a doll. Don’t stay out too late,” she said as she wiped the lipstick off his cheek. With that Stephen whisked her off into the night, leaving Max behind wishing he was the one taking her home.


When Max got home that night he threw himself into the chair in his bedroom. He sat there in a slumped position trying to figure out everything that was going on in his head.

All he could do was think about her. He was worried that Stephen would try and take advantage of her. The cad. Max knew that Fran could fend for herself but there was a nagging worry deep in his gut.

He wrinkled his brow, ‘Why? Why do you care so much for a woman you hardly know?’ He rubbed his temples trying to make sense of his emotions. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and hung his head loosely between his shoulders.

‘What is it about her that has me constantly thinking about her? Why does she care so much for my children? What am I doing letting the children become so attached to someone we don’t know will be there a month from now? What if she leaves them? Us?’ All the questions were driving him insane.

Max began chastising himself for all the emotions and worries. ‘I should be concentrating on Sarahh. She is the only woman I should be thinking about. It is such a dishonor to her memory to care for another woman.’

Max let his thoughts drift to a time when Sarahh was with them, alive and well. He could still see her face so clearly. He could still see all of their faces so clearly. The thing was…they were all so different now.

Each of the children had grown over the past two and a half years. They were no longer the babies Sarahh held in his memories. So much had happened, so much had changed since that precious time his memory held.

Not only had the children changed, but he had as well. Max wasn’t proud of the things he’d done since Sarahh’s passing. He neglected their children and he couldn’t see the pain they were feeling. He couldn’t handle their pain on top of his own.

Max had missed so much of their lives in the past two and a half years. He felt like a horrible father, undeserving of the wonderful children he and Sarahh had been blessed with.

Max sat back in the chair and rested his head on the back of it.

It took someone else, a stranger, to open up his eyes. It was Fran who informed him on just how wonderful each of his children were. The changes she made in them in the short time she had known them. It was unbelievable.

They were older than their age. The three of them had experienced things no one at their age should have. But with Fran at their side they were able to be kids again. It seemed they appreciated life more whenever Fran was around.

‘Hell! We all appreciate life a bit more when Fran is around,’ he thought to himself. He had so much more energy when she was in the same room as him. He felt more alive, ready to take on the world.

Since Sarahh had died all he wanted to do was hide in his office. Now all he wanted to do was stay outside of his office. Enjoy the outdoors, spend time with his children, try something different. He felt like he was ten years younger than he was.

Max chuckled, ‘The kids are older than their age and I am younger than mine.’ The one thing they had in common though was their appreciation towards Fran.

Max pulled his untied tie through his collar and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.

He spoke softly into the night’s air, “We aren’t the same people we were when you were here Sarahh. We’ve all been through hell and now we’ve learned to live with the hand we’ve been dealt,” a tear escaped his eye and he quickly wiped it away with the heel of his hand.

“I miss you so much my love. But I can’t keep living in the past. I must learn how to live my life without you. I am so sorry Sarahh. G-d I love you. I always will. Please understand that.”

Max didn’t know what it was but he felt a slight pressure upon his shoulder. He was sure it was only his imagination but he took it as a sign from Sarahh. A sign telling him that it was okay to move on, that it was time. In that instant something snapped inside of Maxwell.

The pain was still there. It would always be there. The difference was he felt that the permission had been given to him to move on with his life. He felt truly alive and happy for the first time in nearly three years. A sigh escaped his lips and then they formed into a smile.

His thoughts drifted back to Fran. He closed his eyes and remembered holding her in his arms while they danced. Her hair smelled so good and it was so soft against his cheek.

He remembered how she studied his face and worried about him when she saw how run down he was. It touched him that she cared so much for him. And he cared for her. Regardless of the fact that he knew it would be easier if he didn’t, he still cared for her.

And at that moment he was concerned for her, worried about her. He looked at the phone then looked at his wristwatch. 1 A.M. ‘Is it too late to call her?’ He played around with the idea in his head for a moment and finally realized that he would never get any rest till he knew she was safe at home.

He picked up the phone and let out a long breath as he dialed her number. It rang only once before she picked it up. “Hello?” came her worried voice.

“Fran? Its Max.” She started, “Max? Is everything okay?” He smiled into the phone, “Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry I called so late. I know the phone must have startled you but I wanted to make sure you got home alright.”

On the other end Fran brought her free hand up to her heart at his gentle words, “Yes Max, I’m home and I’m just fine. Thank you so much for caring.”

“I was just worried about you Fran. There was something about that Stephen chap that made me want to check on you,” he played a bit nervously with his tie that was lying across his leg.

“Oh Max. That is very sweet of you…” there was a pause before she continued, “Did you say something to Stephen when I was collecting my belongings?”

“Uh, well, I uh…” Fran giggled into the phone (something she hadn’t done for a long time – it reminded her of easier times), “Well whatever you said to him I want to thank you for it.” Max’s eyes opened wide at her words.

“Why what happened?” :”Nothing, except that he turned into a gentleman. You must’ve scared him with whatever you said.”

Max rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “On the contrary. It seemed that what I said gave him a bigger ego.” Fran sighed into the phone, “Well whatever you said it knocked some sense into him. You are my hero for the second time tonight. Thanks Max.”

Max smiled, “My pleasure my lady. Now get some rest, I’m sure you have a big day tomorrow.” Fran snorted into the phone, “Look who’s talking. I’ll call tomorrow. Good night Max.” “Good night Fran, sleep well,” and he hung up the phone.

Max slept peacefully that night for two reasons. He knew Fran was safe, away from the cad. The second, he felt free of the chains he had tied himself to nearly three years before. His dreams that night were full of smiles, the children, good times and Fran.