Author's Note: I couldn't be more proud of myself for posting or writing about Frane since they are my second favorite OTP after Nunsignor and they are one of the most underrated AHS ships with Nunsignor. And that's a special present for my Frane pals  miss_jessica_lange_, paolo_avis &  Yararebird, whom I hope they will like and enjoy this one-shot. So much love for everybody! <333

--- 25th of July, 1970 ---

It has been years after Jude and Frank have left Briarcliff for better or rather accomplishing their celestial dreams for brightening them. Celestial dreams as they were the crucial reasons why the incessant, fond, beatific smiles were cradling their lips. One of the essential reasons why their hearts were melting even blistering of felicity and love. The misery, ire and desolation were oblivious for them or far from familiar feelings for them.

Not only Judy was head over heels in love with the head of security guards even when her criminally potent, inescapable bewitched feelings for the Monsignor, moreover it was Frank's concept for their departure or closing an old, already finished chapter where they were the stern, running with an iron fist nun and the diligent, exceeding responsible security guard, subsequently opening a new chapter in their life as Jude is no longer member of the church, throughout staying at home since she was fond of indoors life, cooking, baking and gardening, whereas Frank works as a security guard of a bank.

A handful of weeks after the former sister of the church and former cop left the madhouse, they got married as they moved in Frank's two-story, aesthetic barn house in Boston's countryside outskirts, in order to live a better life and around the nature. Shortly after their marriage, they had planned their honeymoon in Rome for a week and after their return in Boston from Rome, the middle-aged lady found out she was pregnant as she has delivered the marvelous news to her husband and almost a year later, she successfully gave a birth to a baby girl, naming her Nathalie Summer. It was one of the most divine miracles that have ever happened to her and Frank, although she has lived in a lie for 2 decades for being infertile and empty as barren.

Even when almost a half a decade has passed as swiftly as a summer breeze, the former nun and the former police officer haven't seen the aspiring, nonetheless doubtlessly strong-willed Timothy Howard, who was supposed to be appointed as a Cardinal of New York and afterwards if his achievements were more glorious and prestigious, consequently there are greater chances for him becoming the Pope in Vatican as he shared this dream with his rare bird, becoming the Mother Superior and being encircled by swarm of mere nuns, addressing her with her revered, clerical title and her companion.

Little did the blonde know what's happening with her former love interest's life and most of all, is he already appointed as a Cardinal even Pope? That was one of the essential questions, assaulting her whirlpool of thoughts. Even when she was devoted wife to Frank and mother of Nathalie Summer, she could never forget any facial feature even the pettiest details, highlighting Timothy Howard's face, manners and attitude.

Judy could perfectly recall the irrefutable handsome face with its hypnotizing, warm, benevolent chocolate brown eyes as the warmest chocolate was glinting in them. His luscious berry-coloured lips as they curled at every syllable. His toned, muscled body along with his warm breath, tickling her lips and facial features at every word. His honeyed, British accent. She recalled ideally every petty detail about him.

As today was a common hot summer day, usual for late July, Judy, Frank and Nathalie were at home as the middle-aged lady was teaching her daughter how to bake honey scones, the former police officer was in the grand yard, watering the plants since his wife was busy in the kitchen.

The saturating sun rays dispersed freely through the opened kitchen window, allowing to bath the room in light as the saturating radiance smeared their exposed skins, guarding them from cooler objects and items. The eloquent, elating symphony of the chirping birds outside overspread in the McCann's household, resurrecting the summer ambience.

The both females' hands were baptized in sticky flour as the curious young girl was sitting on the wooden chair, observing her mother by the way she kneaded the round shaped flour with her adroit, slim fingers, thereafter forming floured scones. They were equipped with ordinary clean white aprons as their armors, in order to not muck their garments as under her apron the former sister of the church's slender, still appealing figure was clothed in casual, satin mint sundress, hugging her swan curves.

Nathalie was actually almost a five-year-old kindergartener as she has inherited her mother's features, beside her father's. The young girl possessed her mother's curly lion mane with her button nose, elegant, well-shaped eyebrows, naturally rosy-coloured lips and her petite ears altogether. Nevertheless, what the kindergartener has took after her father was his chestnut hair which he once possessed until it became grizzly with the age, his sapphire blue irises, mingling with hazelish-brown of Judy and his laugh along with his smile. At last but not least, Nathalie has been attending kindergarten for 2 years and she was a quick learner as she has spoken her first word when she was scarcely seven-month-old baby. Even more Nathalie can walk on her own without help and she has already been taught how to ride a bike afterwards.

"Look, Nattie! That's how ya should knead the scones with yar floured hands!" The blonde was leaning against the kitchen table, earning her daughter's immensely, childishly inquisitive look, sketched upon her childish, porcelain complexion as her both tiny hands were barely an inch away from the medium sized untouched floured shapeless scone, nibbling on the silken skin of her rosy-coloured, plumpish lip, listening attentively even if she seemed absent-minded at first sight.

In the meantime, the former nun kneaded with her creamy, milky as snow hands including fingers the shapeless scone, glancing at the kneading process as perspiration layer of dew glimmered upon her forehead, whereas Nathalie followed docilely her instructions without an ado, throughout rubbing the floured scone, fixing her sheepish azure-hazelish pools on the unbaked sweet, licking her upper lip, embolding her to carry on with the process without giving up.

Shortly after the older woman has finished with embrocating the unbaked yet sweet and placing it in the oven with the rest of the raw scones as there were a couple of missing until they're about to be put in the oven and being baked for a several minutes at least, she turned to the brunette, surveying by the way she was kneading the flour and most of all, how well it was. A beaming, proud smile honed up in the corner of her naturally rosy-coloured, dry lips.

"You are doing a great job, honey! Mommy is so proud of ya!" Meanwhile, Judy leant as she pecked an affectionate, delicate kiss on her daughter's temple as she molted in the platonically maternal forehead kiss, relishing the love and attention she was receiving.

"Thank you, Mommy!" The kindergartener expressed her gratitude as smugness enveloped her flimsy heart and thin lips which curled in a smile.

All of a sudden, the sound of slamming front door was sufficiently audible for the both ladies as the middle-aged man was already done with the outdoor task- watering the plants in the sufficiently expansive yard.

"Guess who's back, girls!" Frank cried out gleefully as he strolled up to the kitchen, stepping inside within seconds and planting doting, feather kisses on his daughter and wife's plump cheeks.

"The gardener?" The brunette posed a rhetorical question sarcastically, giggling inwardly to herself as her father pinched playfully his daughter's nose tip with a few pudgy fingers, gazing at his rejoicing face, painted across his slightly wrinkled face.

"Nah, sweetie! Yar Daddy isn't a gardener." He assured her calmly, without repressing the contagious smile and guffaw, quivering his oral caverns as the former holy woman joined them as she was kneading the other shapeless scones before putting them in the tray. At the moment, she exhaled sharply, allowing her nostrils to cleanse naturally as the flour fragrance quickly reached her sensitive nose. "He just needed to water the plants by taking a good care of them."

"Is there a difference between gardening as a hobby or being a real gardener?"

"Of course, my darling!" In the interim, the security guard chewed his bottom lip as he inhaled momentarily the alluring, pleasant scent of flour as it toyed with his nostrils before gathering an empty, unused yet glass from the upper kitchen cabinet and pour some cool, fresh water from the sink. "The gardeners are truly devoted to the plants as that's depending of their efforts without thinking twice, while these people like me and yar mother, we just do it, because we love plants and flowers and we don't do it for somebody else's sake and the money sake. Ya understand, my little bee?"

"Yup, I did!" The brunette replied without hesitancy as she was helping her mother with kneading the rest of the scones.

"That's good! After you finish with the scones, we can go swim in the nearest lake altogether, okay?"

"Yeah, Daddy! I want to swim in the lake!"

--- *** ---

--- A Few Hours or So ---

After the McCann family have finished with baking honey scones, thereafter they prepared themselves as their undergarments were replaced with swimsuits, besides setting a wooden basket with honey scones, mineral water bottles, some lemonade, empty glasses, pair of sunglasses, picnic basket and sunhats, in case, if the sweltering sun's heat damages even hurts their heads.

As soon as the former cop parked his cab nigh the shore, throughout the both adults set the picnic blanket along with the rest of the luggage on their short journey on the lake with their daughter Nathalie.

Whilst Judy was tanning under the sweltering sun rays, allowing to contact and getting a suntan, Frank was escorting their little sweet ray of sunshine to the mist, howsoever, unarguable aesthetic glimmering its genuine colors. He was accompanying her in the water, aiding her for additional piece of advice in swimming, in case, if she struggles or starts to drown, losing control.

"Come on, cupcake! Do you want to jump backward?" Frank enquired kindheartedly his daughter as a childish, content grin danced across her tiny, rosy-coloured lips.

"Yeah, Daddy!" The brunette squealed as if she was on cloud nine as he ushered her to step on his round knees, subsequently kindly lifting her in the air until he throws her backward in the lake.

Meantime, while Frank and Nathalie were having fun in the aesthetically hazy waters of the lake, at the moment, the former woman of the cloth unbuckled her bikini's wine red top, consequently discarding it on the picnic blanket as the swimsuit top attire was no longer a pressure for her, allowing ultimately her still perfectly shaped, full, round breasts rest as they were being tanned, heaving a half-hearted, absent sigh, flaring her brittle lungs as its oxygen surged promptly.

All of a sudden as the middle-aged man and the child were swimming in the lake, he casted a flabbergasted gape at his wife, whose petite frame wore nothing than her bikini bottom as his mouth salivated, licking greedily, gamely his lips as his heart vigorously hammered in his ribs as the heavy heart beats pulsated into his ears. Heavy heart beats' pulsation into the ears as his daughter's childish, jubilant voice was oblivious for him with their encompassing surroundings especially his.

"Hold on for a sec, sweetie!" He encouragingly cautioned Nathalie, patting amiably her shoulder as he was about to step out of the lake, swimming back to the shore.

"Okay, dad!"

"Judy? Darling?"

"Huh? Frank? What the hell are ya doing here, honey?" She removed her sunglasses for awhile as their gazes met, locking up his flabbergasted one as her lip curled in the inquiry.

"I didn't want to sound arrogant or something but why are ya topless? I mean, Nattie would be embarrassed to see her Mommy with her bare tits on the shore." On one hand, the security guard was mildly exasperated his wife was topless on the shore and the sight was readily embarrassing especially for strangers, who occasionally love the outdoor adventures and suddenly behold her topless. Whilst, on other hand, it ethereally affected his male anatomy especially his manhood as it wasn't as soft as he entered in the lake once, subsequently hardening due to the explicitly graphic image of his almost naked spouse.

"Chill down, sweetie!" Careless, joyful snicker left her lips as autumn breeze, nibbling on her bottom, plumpish lip in seductive manner. "I'm just tanning my breasts. Can't I?"

"Darling, I get ya but if somebody even a stranger sees ya like that, wouldn't ya be embarrassed?"

"Who cares? We're at the shore and nobody is going to give a damn whose wife's breasts are being tanned under the hot sun. And let's not forget, Nathalie is totally okay with that, because I'm her mother."

"Oh yeah, yeah! That mommy thing. At least, ya are lucky, we don't have a son, because it would be much worse." The former policeman couldn't suppress a snigger as the both adults glimpsed at the little girl, who gawked at them, without having any clue what they were discussing at the moment. "Especially if he has mommy issues!" He resumed his utterance without controlling his hysterical guffaw, earning the leery, murderous glare of the blonde, casted at him directly as a piercing arrow.

"Frank! Watch what are ya saying. Our daughter could hear us."

"At least, she is too young to understand what these are mommy issues." In the meanwhile, the former police officer heaved a sigh, slapping lightly his forehead as Judy's face softened.

"We're lucky for that!" In this moment, they contemplated how their daughter was swimming on her own without an adult escorting her in the lake as she didn't struggle with anything, fortunately. "Look at our girl! Nathalie is a special girl!"

"Not only a special girl, but also a golden child!" Radiant, blissful smiles distorted across the middle-aged parents' lips as they didn't avert their stares from the young girl, who was an excellent swimmer for almost five-year-old girl. Frank was sitting on the picnic blanket as his both strong, muscular arms were snaked around Judy's waist as her both petite, warm hands were cupping his, cocking her head back as it was buried in the crook of his neck.