I was in the mood to write something sappy and romantic and sweet, so I turned to Monica and Chandler. The last fanfic I wrote about them was a little more dramatic, but this time I wanted something a little more simple. I'm posting the first four chapters at once, which may be the only ones, but if enough people enjoy it, I'm willing to write a few more chapters. I've got some ideas. I'll probably end up doing it anyway. lol By the way, this is set toward the end of season eight, and I think you'll gather any other information you need from the story. Okay. Enough of my rambling. I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Friends. They belong to their creators.

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Because of Your Love

Chapter One

Monica stared at the photograph in her hand, smiling, as she thought about all the memories locked up in that one, precious picture. This one was worth even more than a thousand words - to her, at least. Her wedding day had been the best day of her life. Now, nearly a year later, she couldn't imagine being any happier.

Chandler entered the bedroom and smiled at the sight of his wife sitting in bed, staring at her favorite photo. She looked up at him and smiled, then placed the frame back on her nightstand. She snuggled up to him once he had crawled under the covers to join her.

"Thinking about the best day of our lives again?" Chandler asked and kissed the top of her head as he held her close.

"Of course," she replied. "I must be the luckiest woman in the world," she said sincerely.

"If I say I'm the luckiest man in the world, will I get lucky tonight?" he teased.

She pulled away from him and tried to keep a straight face as she reprimanded him. "If you keep saying things like that, you'll be lucky if you ever get lucky again, Mr. Bing."

"Mr. Bing? What happened to Mr. Bi-"

"All right, all right... If I didn't love you so much, I'd never be able to put up with you," she laughed and cuddled up with him again.

"I love you too, Monica," he said honestly. "And I really am lucky to have you. You make me so happy."

She smiled to herself and hugged him a little tighter.

"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and, as happy as I am with you, I -"

"Oh no. Chandler, are you leaving me?" she asked, shocked and scared. Of all the people in the world, she didn't want to lose him.

"Of course not, honey. I'm never going to leave you. I would never want to," he assured her.

She released a sigh of relief. "So what have you been thinking about?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I just..." He stopped, beginning to get a little nervous about what he was about to do. "I know that you're happy, Mon, but... there's something that would make you happier, isn't there?"

She looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly be talking about. "Chandler, nothing could make me happier. All I need is you, sweetie."

"See, that's just the thing. That's not totally true... You want babies."

Her eyes widened. "Babies? What brought this on?" she asked.

"We are married, Mon. And you do want babies."

"Yeah, we both want babies, Chandler. We've talked about this already, and we decided that now isn't the time. We aren't ready."

"That was months ago," he replied. "I've seen you with Rachel, gushing over baby things, and I can tell that you're ready. You've been ready for awhile now."

She smiled. "But we both have to be ready. I might have to carry the baby and give birth, but you have to be there for me too and I want you to enjoy it, not dread it."

"That's just it. I think I am ready," he said quietly.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is a big step, Chandler. I want you to be sure."

"I've never been more sure. The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I want this. I never thought that I would be so eager to do this, but I want us to have a family. I want a little miniature Monica running around." He smiled at her and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. "I want you to have my baby - our baby."

She smiled at him through tears and reached over to touch his cheek. "I want to have your baby, too," she whispered.

He leaned over to kiss her, then they held each other in silence for a moment before Chandler spoke again. "Wanna start trying right now?" he asked, grinning.

She simply nodded, then kissed him again, still wondering how she ever got so lucky...

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After making love, Chandler wrapped his arms around Monica from behind and placed his hands on her stomach. Monica noticed the small but grand gesture and placed her hands over his. "Thank you," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

He kissed her ear then whispered his response. "Believe me, it was my pleasure." She giggled. He gently rubbed her stomach. "Monica, I can't wait until our baby is growing inside you... I can't wait to be a dad."

She smiled to herself. "You'll make a wonderful dad." She rolled over in his arms so she was facing him, then reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. She clung to him, never wanting to let go. "I love you, Chandler. I know I say that a lot, but I could never tell you enough. And after tonight... Well, I can assure you that you'll be hearing it even more often."

"And I'll never get tired of hearing it," he assured her. "So, do you wanna talk about names?"

"Names?"

"Yeah, baby names."

She couldn't help laughing. "Chandler, I'm not even pregnant yet. We've still got nine months at the very least." She could see that he was genuinely excited about the prospect of having a baby with her. She was thrilled, to say the very least.

"It's never too soon to start thinking about these things," he smiled at her. "Besides, you could be pregnant."

"Believe me, if I was pregnant, I would know it. I'm Monica, remember? You know, the woman who's had baby fever for years."

"Years? I thought you were over that at one point."

"I put it aside for you," she answered. "But you have no idea how many times I've thought about having a baby with you... You know, after we started things up in London, I was kind of hoping that I'd accidentally get pregnant in the beginning. I knew if I did, there might be a better chance that we'd stay together."

"Are you serious?" Chandler asked, surprised to hear what she was telling him.

"Yeah... I knew that if there was a baby involved, you wouldn't walk out on me. I knew you'd be scared to death, but I knew you'd be there."

"Are you saying you would have gotten pregnant to keep me?"

"Not exactly. I never would have deliberately gotten pregnant, but there were times when I wanted to."

He smiled at her, still a little taken aback by what he'd heard. He debated on whether he should divulge his innermost secret. After a moment of thinking it over, he gave in. "You're not going to believe this, but I actually thought about that once, too."

"What? Getting me pregnant?"

He nodded. "I never would have done it, but I thought about having a little accident with the contraceptives once or twice... And I thought about asking you to have a baby with me... For the same reasons as you. I wanted to keep you," he grinned.

"Wow. We could have started this baby thing a long time ago, huh?"

"Yeah, but it wouldn't have been as good. We weren't ready then. We are now."

"You're right," she agreed. She relaxed in his arms again, enjoying the feeling of being near him. "You know, if you're really serious about this baby thing -"

"What do you mean 'if' I'm serious?" he asked. "Monica, I don't think I've wanted anything this much since I figured out that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"But why? Why the sudden change of heart?"

He sighed. "It's not really sudden, Monica. You knew that I wanted to have kids with you. I was just a little scared to get started. But I finally realized how important this is to you - and to me. And we're not getting any younger. I don't want to be seventy when our kids are graduating from med. school."

"Med. school? Our kids are going to med. school?" she laughed.

"Sure. Why not? With you for a mother and... Well, you're about the only chance they've got. Our kids are not going to spend their lives working at a dead end job like mine."

"What if they want to be paleontologists like their Uncle Ross?" she teased.

"I hadn't thought about that," he admitted. "Oh well. I guess we'll just have to keep them away from Ross. He could be a bad influence."

"Chandler!" Monica playfully smacked his chest. "That's my brother you're talking about."

"Yeah, and don't tell me you want our kids to follow in his footsteps. I'd rather they stuck with the dead end job like their daddy."

She smiled. "Daddy. It suits you, you know."

He caressed her cheek with his finger and returned her smile. "Mommy suits you, too... You know, all the other mothers are absolutely going to hate you."

"Hate me? I certainly hope not."

"Oh, they will. You're gonna be the perfect mom. They'll all be jealous. And of course with that stud of a husband you've got..."

She laughed again then became serious when her eyes met his. She kissed him passionately and whispered. "Let's see just how much of a stud you are..."