Early Mornings
So this is the first fic I've ever written, it's just a quick little Mondler one shot, set in the first few months of their relationship when none of the gang knows about them. Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or anything to do with FRIENDS.
They were lying in his bed. Monica was sound asleep, her head tucked under his shoulder, but Chandler was too busy thinking. My bed, he thought. Monica Geller is in my bed. With me. He would never, for as long as he lived, get tired of this. This was unlike him; when he did stay with his previous girlfriends in the past (Janice in particular), he needed his own half of the bed, and more often than not he wouldn't bother staying the night, using an early work meeting of some kind as an excuse. But with Monica, it was different. They clung to each other like the world would end if either let go, and sometimes, Chandler thought it might. Because every time she left to go back to her apartment before the others woke up, usually around 5 a.m., he begged her not to go. Literally begged. He gave her his best puppy dog eyes, his most adorable smile, his cutest pout. He did anything to make her stay. And usually, it worked. For a while anyway. Until she had to leave. As unbelievable as those early morning hours were, with nothing but the muffled sound of Joey's snoring, the distant rumble of the midnight city traffic, and their quiet voices ringing through the room, they were not worth their friends finding out about them.
And even though they had talked about this, and he knew deep down he didn't want his friends to find out about him and Monica just yet, it was mornings like this when he thought to himself: Why do we have to keep this a secret? Here I am, in the best relationship I've ever had, and we have to make do with stolen glances and discreet grins in the middle of the day, then sneak home after an amazing night together. Could this BE any less fair? But he knew full well why they couldn't tell their friends, as did Monica. They knew their friends would make a big deal out of it, that they'd nitpick every single aspect of their relationship. And Chandler was terrified that Monica would finally snap out of whatever drunken stupor she had been in since that night in London, and realize that she was too good for Chandler. In every sense. Monica deserved someone mature and sensible and committed, which just so happened to be everything Chandler wasn't. He could never understand why she was so unlucky when it came to dating. It made no sense; she was one of the most caring and loving people he had ever met; she had a stable job that she was amazing at; she was the most gorgeous woman in the world, hell, the universe; and she was amazing in bed. He couldn't understand why Richard hadn't wanted to have kids with her, why Pete abandoned her to become the Ultimate Fighting Champion. He hated them for breaking her heart. He started thinking about how depressed she had been after the breakup with Richard. I would never do that to her, he thought.
And it was then, right at that moment, as he lay next to her in the early hours of a cold December morning, that he vowed to never hurt her like Richard, or Pete, or anyone else did. He would stay in this relationship for as long as she wanted him to, because he certainly didn't want it to end. Ever.