Fandom: Guiding Light Characters: Natalia/Frank Cooper/Misc others\

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination, and a few stray thoughts. . Characters belong to CBS and P&G.\

Ratings: NC-17

~Ramblings~ ~I~

By Guest00

A/N: Insomnia, Disgruntled Co-Workers, Failed Leadership, and Incessant channel surfing inspired ramble in a very Alternate Universe.

Frank Marries the Natalia. Unhappiness abounds.

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Frank Cooper sat at the butcher block kitchen table looking over a note from his wife.

Frank,

Call me on my cell. I know you wanted to talk tonight. I'm just jealous that you and Detective Murphy have so much to joke about. It was very silly of me.

I'm glad you have someone that can make you laugh. Sorry that I am so childish, must be another symptom of the postpartum thing. Olivia had an episode. She is being pig headed. She refuses to slow down. I'll be at The Chicago Beacon. Francesca is with me. We'll be back in a few days. It could be sooner, If I can't convince her to let me help her.

You will find your dinner in the crock pot, and your favorites in the freezer.

Please tell Detective Murphy she is welcome to join you I made enough for both of you. Please remember to take your Vitamins.

~ N ~

Cooper looked in disbelief at the note. He rested his chin on the palm of his left hand and pursed his lips together Francesca Olivia Cooper. Francesca the green eyed wonder of the Cooper clan was not the apple of his eye. D.N.A. test showed she was a Cooper. Buzz told him his great grand parents had green eyes. Natalia showed him a picture of her extended family and pointed out several of them in fact had hazel eyes. Yet for all the forensic proof he had doubts. Saint Natalia had sex with me outside of marriage, who else did she sleep with?"

"She is a weak, unappreciative woman child, little Saint Natalia". Talk, not exactly. Fellatio or a guilt fuck yes on her knees, doggy style his preference. Afterward he would tell her they did not fit. He needed his freedom. He would tell her, "I'm divorcing you." . He smiled thinking about the scenario. Before he would hint at a divorce and whatever disagreement would dissolve. She would bend to him. Her weakness exposed. He was rewarded with fellatio, and then he was allowed to penetrate her from behind.

The first few months he felt lucky, blessed even. Saint Natalia was his wife. The ghost of Gus seemed so insignificant. As the days passed and turned into months the ghost gathered substance. It had to be the ghost she dreamed about and moaned for. It had to be Gus she thought of when she closed her eyes when she touched him, or had sex with him. They did not make love he realized. It was sex. She closed her eyes, stiffened her spine, and allowed him to rut inside her. The lube by the bed was a requirement. Her internal walls only tightened and fluttered around him when she closed her eyes and thought of Gus. She did not want to be cuddled or held by him.

She did not appreciate him. He gave her his name and a place in the Cooper family. She refused to stop working. She refused to have sex with him more than once a week. She refused to move out of the money pit of a house, the farm house. She refused to get the tattoo. All he wanted was her to get a Property of Frank Cooper on her lower back. The anti tramp stamp, stamp he called it. It would bind her to him forever, more than words, or rings, or promises on paper. It would be a contract on her skin.

Yes today was Independence Day for him. He would tell her we are getting a divorce. Tell her I've already filed for one. Send her a text. Not as good as telling her in person, but it would hurt her and humiliate Saint Natalia. Saint Natalia feeling ashamed and foolish will be banquet for his pride. Murph will be surprised.

Frank pulled out his cell phone and placed a call "Murph come over the wimp and kid are gone."

Kelly Murphy filled his waking and sleeping, the very thought of her made him aroused. Long limbed, trim, red hair, flashing dark blue eyes Kelly D. Murphy gave him a hard on with just a wink.

Murph is what he alone called her. She did not abide anyone else that familiarity. She roared into his life and Springfield Police Department in the late spring. She looked like an angel cast from heaven. She came in on her Harley Davison in Chicago Police leathers her red hair billowing out from under her suicide helmet. Her mirrored sun glasses hide her eyes.

Her voice was a low raspy whisper "I'm here on the behest of the governor of Illinois to train you in the art of S.W.A.T.. Before the tactical training can begin I see I will need to do refresher physical training." Her pointed comment stung, and intrigued him.

"Really Detective, My guys may not all have six pack abs, but they are fit." Cooper countered his temper on low simmer. "Who the hell does she think she is, Chuck Noris? Chicago Police S.W.A.T fucker."

"Chief Cooper, body mass is indicative of physical fitness. A fit body and a fit mind win every time. Crime is a war. We must be willing and able combatants of it. Springfield needs you and your guys to hold the line. Give me one hundred and twenty days and you and your men will be the Spartans. You will be capable of not only holding the line, but will be able to push back against it." Kelly Murphy jabbed back at him. She added sotto voce "A word in private Chief."

He led her to his office. "You have twenty minutes. Detective." Cooper fumed.

"Chief, you need to set the example, I will work one-on-one with you and in sixty days. You will decrease your B.M.I. increased your stamina, and increased your credibility with your guys." She argued.

"Look closely Detective. I'm not a beat cop, I'm a desk jokey now and I've earned it. I'm fifty-two years old with a wife and a little one on the way. I'm not going to be leaping over barricades, or jumping out of moving cars to catch the bad guys. I have younger, faster, stronger men for that." He volleyed back.

The trim red head countered. "I'm forty-four look at me. Do you have my back I would wonder, Could you keep up if push came to shove? If you were my chief I would have marginal respect for you. You have Dunlap disease, your belly done lapped over your belt. I can help you deflate that spare tire. How can you respect yourself if you get winded climbing four flights of steps? Let me help you help yourself."

Frank Cooper looked back fondly to the start of his transformation from a Goofy Good Guy to a Bad Ass. Murph was true to her word sixty days later her was fit, respected, and mentally alert. Life at work was wonderful. He was king. Life at home he took fourth place in the three man race for Natalia's affection, attention and support. Murph had schooled him well. If they don't give you one hundred percent hurt then and cut them from your team. No bench time, just hit the showers and go home. Saint Natalia would be cast from his bed, his life, and his real family.

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