Author's Note: Hey all. So, a few of you have asked me to finish the story, and I did try but couldn't seem to wrap my brain around where to go next. I also questioned the quality of my writing as there are some great writers on this site that I keep comparing my writing too. Their plots, character development, and overall dialogue just feels so much more authentic and better developed. With that begin said, I want to do better, and I want to put something out there that I can say I finished and am proud of, so I am going to revamp, upload, and finish this story. Finishing what I start is a New Year's resolution of mine, so anyone that is willing to hold me accountable for that would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for those that reviewed and asked me to finish, thank you to those that reviewed that complimented my writing, and thank you to anyone that took the time to review.

October 18th, 2002

"Oh…." Monica moaned as she rode her husband in the bed of his hotel room. Chandler moaned in response his own face flushed with pleasure.

Seven days…

It had been seven whole days since Monica had last seen her husband, and God she had missed him. She missed every single thing about him. She missed his eyes, his smile, his laugh, his jokes, his kisses, and she missed his big…

"Oh!" Monica cried out her mouth agape as he thrust up into her. He was so big, and he filled her so perfectly, so completely. She felt so good that she thought was going to explode from the pleasure.

Chandler removed his hands from her waist and ran them up her soft curves causing Monica to bite her lip in pleasure. He then cupped her breasts in his hands running his thumb over her erect nipples in concentric circles.

"Yes!" Monica gasped as he sat up and he pulled her into his arms continuing to thrust up inside of her.

He began kissing his favorite spot on her neck as Monica bit her lip in pleasure both riding out the wave of their orgasms.

October 8th, 2002

"Hannah…" Chandler said to his eleven year old daughter's retreating back upon entering his apartment.

"Hannah, come back here please. Hannah…" Chandler began as Hannah slammed her bedroom door. Chandler sighed closing the front door behind him, leaning against it, and closing his eyes in frustration. He had just told his daughter that he would be going to Tulsa. Suffice it to say, she did not take it well.

Chandler composed himself and walked over to his daughter's bedroom door and knocked lightly.

"Hannah, baby, may I come in please?" Chandler asked gently.

"Go away," came her muffled reply.

Chandler sighed and turned the handle of the door.

Chandler's breath caught in his throat at the sight before him; his daughter was curled up on her bed with her face hidden in her pillow as sobs wracked her long thin frame.

"Sweetie," Chandler whispered taking a seat on her head next to her.

"Go away," Hannah repeated her head still buried in her pillow.

"Baby, I know your upset, but we need to talk about this," Chandler whispered wanting so badly to hold his little girl in his arms and brush every tear away, but he settled for rubbing her leotard covered back, instead.

"What's there to talk about… you're leaving," came another muffled reply.

Chandler's heart dropped at his daughter's statement, and he bit his lower lip to stop the tears that threatened to fall at the immense guilt her felt over the whole job situation.

"I'm not leaving…" Chandler began.

"You'll only be gone four days a week," Hannah interrupted mimicking his earlier monologue, "but it's not the same as you being here every day," Hannah interrupted sitting up and brining her legs to her chest.

"You're right, it's not the same," Chandler agreed leaning back against the headboard.

"No kidding," Hannah mumbled sarcastically.

"Why can't Mon and I go with you?" Hannah asked gazing up at him her blue eyes clouded with moisture.

"Well, because your mom got that new job…plus this is kind of a temporary thing so your mom and I don't see the point in uprooting you from your friends, school, and dance to just move back here again." Chandler said scooting closer and swiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"Really? It's only temporary" Hannah asked perking up.

God he hoped so. Chandler thought to himself.

"Yes," Chandler smiled reassuringly, but inside he was dying at the lie he had just told. He didn't know how long this damn thing would last. It could last a whole lifetime for all he knew.

"I'm still going to miss you while you're gone, though," Hannah whispered, looking down.

Chandler gulped and pulled his daughter into his arms and held her so that she would not see as the tears fell from his own eyes.

"Diddo," was his only reply.

October 31st, 2002

Monica moaned as Chandler pinned her against their front door as they made out. They had just gotten back from Phoebe's failed attempt at a birthday dinner, and they were both incredibly horny after making up and making out in the cab ride on the way home.

"Chandler…" Monica whispered her mouth agape as Chandler moved his lips down to her neck.

"I am so….sorry…" Monica gasped as Chandler pressed himself deeper against her, his erection rubbing against her womanhood, "for…tricking you…God that feels so good….," Monica moaned biting her bottom lip "…into having sex," Monica finished.

"And I'm sorry for smoking," Chandler said stopping his assault to caress her cheek.

"I guess we've both done a lot of things lately that we are sorry about," Monica smiled sadly taking his hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well, that just means more make-up sex for us," Chandler smirked before pulling her in for another long kiss.

"Chandler," Monica moaned, reluctantly pulling herself away from him, "Maybe we should relieve Lauren of her duties before we continue this." Monica said pointing between them.

"Yeah," Chandler chuckled as Monica turned to unlock the front door.

"Monica," Chandler said causing her to turn around.

"I love you," Chandler smiled.

"I love you too," Monica smiled back.

Monica and Chandler entered the apartment to find Hannah and her friend Britany spread out on the couch talking with someone named "Frankie" on speaker phone. Monica and Chandler exchanged glances as both girls burst out laughing at some apparently hilarious remake this Frankie had made.

"By the way Frankie…" Hannah began, changing the subject. "Did you do your part of the math homework?" She finished. Monica and Chandler glanced at one another curious as to where this conversation was headed.

"What? We didn't have any math homework!" Frankie insisted.

"Ay Dios Mio, Frankie!" Britany exclaimed as she and Hannah shared an annoyed look.

"Frankie…" Hannah explained slowly. "We did so. Remember adding polynomials. Page 47. I was supposed to do problems one through ten, Britany was supposed to do eleven through fifteen, and you just had to do seventeen through twenty," Hannah reminded him. Chandler raised his eyebrows in both shock and amusement, and Monica did a double take.

"Oh…" Frankie said remembering, "I forgot…" Frankie added dumbly.

"Seriously, Frankie!" Hannah exclaimed. "You just had to do three little problems, no big deal, and you forgot. What were you like even doing after school?" Hannah asked.

"It's Halloween give me a break," Frankie defended as Britany and Hannah shared an annoyed eye roll.

"Well, Brit and I were busy rehearsing for our dance competition for like hours after school, and we managed to do it," Hannah said.

"It's not my fault you guys don't have a life," Frankie quipped.

"As if!" Britany began. "We SO do have a life!" Britany exclaimed.

"Sorry! I'll do it now" Frankie apologized attempting to get back on the girls' good side.

"But wait…I'm going to need your notes to do it," Frankie added as Britany slapped her head in frustration and Hannah again rolled her eyes at the kid, typical Frankie.

"Why don't you have the notes?" Hannah asked.

"I didn't copy them, I fell asleep" Frankie said.

"You fell asleep?" Hannah asked in disgust.

"It's not my fault…Mr. Keeve's class is boring," Frankie said.

"True point," Britany agreed.

"Ok, ok…" Hannah finally said. "Brit and I will do the last three problems in homeroom tomorrow and then we'll give you the answers at lunch, but you have to give us the answers to the history quiz at lunch," Hannah conceded causing Monica and Chandler to raise their eyebrows in horror.

"Deal!" Frankie agreed.

"Oh and bye the way…" Britany chimed in.

"What?" Frankie asked.

"Make sure the answers are legit this time. I really don't want to get a C again," Britany finished.

"Yeah, and FYI Frankie, the capital of North Carolina is NOT South Carolina," Hannah added.

"So sue me I…." Frankie began.

"Was sleeping in class," Hannah and Britany chorused. What else was new?

"If you don't get serious Frankie, you may not get into college, and if you do, you may only get into…into like community college," Hannah grimaced at Britany who returned it.

"Ok, ok. I'm on it I'll borrow Annie's history notes," Frankie said.

"Coolness! Bye F!" Hannah said as she hung up the phone.

"Bye B, bye H! Love ya biatches," Frankie said as he hung up the phone.

"So who's doing the science homework?" Chandler smirked leaning over the couch and making his presence known to the duo for the first time.

Hannah and Britany shared horrified looks at the realization that her parents had heard EVERYTHING.

"Hi, daddy," Hannah smiled innocently.

"Hi, princess," Chandler returned with fake enthusiasm placing a quick kiss on her lips.

"Hi Britany," Chandler added.

"Hey Mr. B," Britany responded meekly as Chandler took the phone from his daughter and placed it back on the cradle.

"So what's all this about?" Chandler asked, and Hannah and Britany stared at each other afraid to answer.

"No…I like what I was hearing, and it sounds like a Great way to save time. Whose BRILLANT idea was it anyways?" Chandler asked pretending to sound like this was the most genius idea he had ever heard. Monica looked at her husband as if he had two heads…as if she wanted to kill him… for the second time that night.

"Mine," Hannah bragged.

Chandler smiled at his daughter pretending as if he was really impressed when really he was horrified that his daughter was looking for underhanded ways to cut corners…like he would do.

"Oh, really? Tell me more about your GENIUS plan," Chandler said crossing his arms over his chest and pretending to get really into this.

"We just have SO much more homework and stuff this year and there's no way we could get it all done with dance and everything," Hannah began and Chandler nodded in response.

"So I thought why not divide up the homework, do it, and then let the other's copy whatever we do." Hannah smiled proudly.

"Like divide and conquer," Britany summarized.

"So do you do this for every homework assignment?" Chandler asked as Monica rolled her eyes.

"Yup," Hannah said.

"You're SO grounded," Chandler finally said.

"Why?" Hannah asked totally shocked.

"For cheating, that's why," Monica chimed in.

"We're no CHEATING," Hannah insisted.

"We're helping each other…like teamwork," Hannah added.

"You're copying each other's work?" Monica asked.

"Yes," Hannah answered.

"You're sharing answers on quizzes and tests?" Monica asked.

"Yes," Hannah nodded.

"That's cheating," both Monica and Chandler replied in unison.

"But it's so hard to get everything done, and if we don't do everything we could fail," Hannah pouted.

"You don't want me to fail do you?" Hannah added frowning pathetically at her parents.

"Of course not, sweetie," Chandler said sympathetically.

"But we don't want you to get by in life by cheating and taking short cuts, either," Monica added.

"Does this mean we can't do it anymore?" Hannah asked.

"Afraid so, honey!" Chandler said.

"But, we'll sit down this weekend and figure out how you can manage your time better so that you can GET all of your work done… yourself," Monica added.

"Fine," Hannah pouted in defeat crossing her arms over her chest.

"Good…now why don't you two scoot off to bed," Monica said.

"Alright, come on Britany," Hannah said as she and Britany slumped off towards her bedroom.

"Seriously, Brit how could not see them come in? You were facing the door," Hannah hissed.

"Well, Hannah, it would have been really rude to pay attention to the door when I was talking to you and Frankie," Britany retorted earning and eye roll from her friend.

November 3rd, 2002

Monica and Chandler leaned into each other as they kissed underneath the running water of the shower.

"I love you, Chandler," Monica breathed resting her forehead against his.

"I love you too, baby" Chandler responded running his fingers up and down her arms, sending goose bumps down her spine, and causing her to arch her back and moan in desire. They both leaned in to join lips, their tongues mingling in perfect harmony. Chandler then lifted up his wife and leaned her against the wall of the shower her legs snaking around his waist as he thrust his stiff member inside of her.

They both moaned as they joined, and Chandler set to work pumping in and out of her delicious core setting a frantic pace.

"Chandler," Monica gasped digging her nails into his back as he thrust in and out of her. They had just spent the entire night making love, and this was the finale to their wonderful night of passion. Later that day, Chandler would be going back to Tulsa for the week. So they wanted to make the most of their remaining alone time.

"Mom…dad…"they heard their daughter call out to them as they made passionate love.

"Shit!" Chandler cursed softly as he stilled his movements inside of his wife at the sound of his daughter's voice.

"Yes, honey," Monica replied as she attempted to catch her breath.

"I hate to bother you guys, but do you…ah…know…ah…where my…um…Epi-Pens are?" Hannah asked trying but failing not to sound panicked.

"Yeah, they're in the drawer by the sink, why?" Monica asked sharing a concerned frown with her husband.

"I may have kind of accidently ate one of those granola bars with the peanut oil stuff in it, instead of the one without it," Hannah said.

"Fuck!" Chandler hissed

"Oh God, We'll be right out honey!" Monica exclaimed as she jumped out of the shower and threw on her robe as Chandler frantically turned off the water to the shower.

Monica threw open the door and bolted out of the bathroom at lightning speed noting with horror that her daughter was sitting on the floor of the kitchen her face turning purple as she was struggling to breath all the while holding the pen nervously to her thigh.

"Hannah…baby," Monica said swiftly taking the pen from her daughter.

"Hold still, honey" Monica soothed taking her into her arms, slightly lifting her daughter's nightgown to expose her inner thy, and then jamming the needle into it as Hannah gasped in pain and burst into tears struggling to regain her breath.

"Ssshh…its ok, baby," Monica soothed rocking her child in her arms.

"Just take slow deep breaths, in and out, slowly in and out, in and out…" Monica repeated as Hannah complied.

"Good, girl," Monica smiled as her daughter's breathing and color slowly returned to normal, even though her daughter's tears did not subside.

"I'm…so… sorry!" Hannah sobbed.

"It's ok…I'm just SO glad you're ok," Monica breathed kissing her head as she held her daughter in her arms.

"You just need to be more careful, and never EVER eat anything again without reading the ingredients label especially if it's not in the cabinet with your stuff," Monica gently scolded as Hannah nodded sobbing harder and burying her head in her mother's chest.

All of this had happened in an instant, a blink of an eye, and by the time Chandler had exited the bathroom covered only by the towel around his waist he found both his wife and his daughter on the floor; his daughter sobbing and clinging to her mother.

Chandler sighed in relief that his daughter was physically fine, ran his hands through his short hair, and did the only thing he knew he could do he bent down and took both of his girls in his arms. Monica instinctively leaned against his chest, and he kissed the crown of her head and then his daughter's just glad that everything that mattered to him was tucked safely and soundly in his arms because loosing either of them would be the end of his world.

December 5th, 2002

"Well, the game is actually tomorrow night," Chandler huffed entering the apartment and closing the door behind him.

"Are you kidding me? After all the hell he just put us through and the game is not even until tomorrow night?" Monica asked pressing pause on the DVD remote.

"Yeah, well there's no point getting mad, it IS Joey, "Chandler shrugged.

"True," Monica agreed.

"I thought you were going to clean?" Chandler asked joining his wife on the couch.

"Yeah… well, I changed my mind," Monica blushed. "Aren't I allowed to do that?" Monica asked innocently.

"Are you watching porn?" Chandler finally asked glancing at the paused TV with a huge grin plastered all over his face.

"Oh…no… I just turned on the TV…and it was on," Monica attempted to lie, unsuccessfully.

"Really…so porn just happened to be on?" Chandler quipped.

"Ok, fine I put it on, are you happy? I am horney, ok!" Monica whined.

"Whoa, whoa calm down, Mon; I'm not one to judge anyone about watching porn," Chandler said. "Besides I'm pretty sure this one is mine anyways. Oh yeah, Passion Cove Four definitely mine," Chandler said squinting at the blurred image of a man making love to a women on the TV.

"You know, though, now that I'm here you don't need to watch porn because you can have the real thing," Chandler smirked suggestively before leaning over to kiss his wife's neck.

Monica moaned as her husband's lips connected with her neck. Monica leaned back on the couch and Chandler opened her robe, and she shrugged it off tossing it on the floor.

Chandler stopped his kisses to shimmy her negligee up and off her body tossing it besides the robe leaving Monica bare breasted, and in a pair of stockings and underwear…crotch less under wear. Nice, Chandler smiled to himself. He licked his suddenly dry lips, and his eyes traveled from her long stocking covered legs, to her flat tummy and narrow hips, and all the way up to her full hard breasts. The sight of her before him was making him throb. God she was so unbelievably hot.

Chandler then dipped his head to swish his tongue over each of her hardening breasts.

"Chandler," Monica breathed placing her hand on the nape of his neck as he licked each breast and then sucked gently on each pert nipple. Chandler then ran his tongue oh so slowly down her stomach to her hips pulling off the silky, sexy stocking and undergarments along the way as Monica bit her lip and arched her back in anticipation. He then spread her legs so that he could place his tongue inside of her wet core.

"Oh God!" Monica gasped as his tongue entered her. He smiled to himself at his ability to arouse her as he began to move his tongue inside of her licking her skillfully.

Monica bucked her hips and continued to arch her back as she ran her hands through his short sandy hair. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm with each sensuous lick of her husband's dancing tongue when Chandler removed his tongue and rubbed her thighs causing Monica to whimper at the loss of contact.

"Where are you going?" Monica gasped looking down at her husband

"I'm sorry baby, but I want my penis to make you cum," Chandler whispered in a husky tone causing her to moan.

Monica sat up, and they both struggled through their arousal to strip him of all of his clothes, and when they finally did, Monica could not help but admire her husband's beautifully sculpted body. The sight of his perfectly toned arms, stomach, legs, and his long hard penis made Monica shake in pleasure.

"Baby…" Chandler breathed as he leaned his wife back on the couch and rested his head against hers as he hovered over her kissing her deeply. Monica opened her legs wider to give him better access to her.

Chandler rubbed his throbbing cock teasingly against her sopping pussy before thrusting it into her swiftly.

"AHHHHH!" Monica moaned as he slammed into her, and she immediately responded by wrapping her long legs around his back and digging her ankles into the small of his back urging him deeper, harder. God, how much she still wanted him after all of these years.

"Fuck!" Chandler gasped. "You are so wet!" he hissed.

"Always for you, baby," Monica moaned arching her back as he drove into her, hard.

Wanting…needing to go deeper, Chandler lifted her legs over his shoulders for wider access and proceeded to pound into her over and over again.

Monica gasped breathlessly as he withdrew and then plunged harder into her, her nails digging into his back as her inner muscles clamped down on him causing him to yelp in pleasure- pain.

"I'm so close," Monica whimpered.

"Me too, baby," Chandler replied reaching between them and pinching her swollen nub in order to help stimulate her orgasm.

"Oh!" Monica cried opening her mouth in pleasure. Chandler couldn't resist seeing her like that so he opened in his eyes and leaned in to capture her lips in a deep kiss as they continued to grind into one another at a frenzied pace.

"Oh…Chandler!" Monica shuddered. "I'm coming," Monica screamed as she came hard.

Seeing her like that and feeling her like that triggered his own orgasm, and he erupted inside of her like a volcano.

Both panted as they came down from their amazing high, and Monica tilted her head up to look into her husband's beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"I love you," Monica smiled as she caressed his cheek.

"I love you too," Chandler smiled before leaning in to recapture her lips with his own already ready for round two.

TO BE CONTINUED…