Set after Passport to Love
I sat there watching as he showed a magic trick off to all the kids. Who would have thought Chandler Bing could entertain kids with just a salt shaker, a glass and a cloth napkin? I guess he learned a little more than schooling at Penn State.
My fingers traced the top of the empty wine glass that sat in front of me. Going around and around I could feel my gaze slowly drift over the crowded room. Months went into planning this special day and I couldn't be happier with the turn out. My family was really supportive with trying to get me relaxed as Ross checked on the boys while I was making sure my half of the job was done. Not to mention Chandler getting his parents to corporate throughout the ceremony, that was a shock to all.
When he asked me to marry him five years ago in the middle of his dorm room I thought it was joke. Even though we had some pitfalls and bumpy roads through college he never once said it was a mistake. Not a single time did I hear the words "hate" come out of his mouth. I knew he loved me without him having to say the words. Just by the way he held me, kissed me, made love to me; I knew.
Right after college when he told me to take a road trip with him to celebrate our success, I figured it was just going to be across the state to a nice hotel. However, driving to the airport and seeing him buy tickets to the next flight out to London I began to have other thoughts.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to steal you away." My thoughts were interrupted by the sweet sound of his voice. I realized the few kids he was keeping occupied were now off entertaining themselves while my new husband was beside me.
Before I could protest, he began to take my hand "Chandler..." I groaned as I untangled my legs and felt the ache in my feet once again.
"Babe, I will drag you out to the dance floor if that is the path you choose to take."
I stop to rest my hand on the Wedding Party table and lift my foot. Laughing, I try to move the fabric of the dress out of the way in order to find my 3 inch heels.
"Here." Chandler places my hand he was holding on his shoulder. Before I knew it my other hand followed as he gets down on one knee and lifts my dress over his head.
With both my hands resting on his shoulder blades I gasp as he is now fully under the hem of my gown and pulling off my shoe. His hands start to graze my calf as I look around to make sure we aren't the center of attention for once tonight. I can feel his head of hair rub between my legs and I can't help the wetness seep through. God, I want him so bad. Feeling the release of my other heel slid off my throbbing foot, I find my composure.
"Better?" He comes out with both shoes in hand and a sly grin on his face.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Standing up he leans forward "Is it working?" A tingle slides down my spine as he whispers in my ear.
Without much of a word he hangs on to my heels as he clasps my hand to his, dragging me out to the dance floor.
I can't imagine another day without him. He is the most romantic man I've ever come to know. It was like we were living in a fairy tale. The fact that my first time was with my husband makes all other dreams come true. When he proposed to me in that same exact field we shared our first kiss, I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want to let him go as we walked over to the abandoned tree with nothing else around. He told me it was our tree now, that he bought it. He knows how to make a girl blush.
Carving initials on the bark of a tree isn't as easy as it seems.
Let's just say the rest of the night we didn't spend much time exploring the memories that London brought us years before.
He swung me out before bringing me back into him. The bustle held my train up causing me to move around easier as we were millimeters away from being one. The way his arms tightened around me I knew someone would have to drag me out of his kung fu grip before he ever let me go.
I love this man so much.
"Penny for your thoughts?" His breath smelt of champagne and steak.
My fingers run through the hair at the back of his head. "Just thinking about London, and how much I love you." I tell him softly
I could feel my lips turn into a slight grin as he replies back "Are you sure you don't want the honeymoon there?"
Before I could respond we are interrupted by the sound of silverware clinging against glasses.
We are in unison as he leans down and I move up to meet his lips with mine. It was short but still had my knees weak and so many more thoughts of love running through my mind.
"I want to create new memories with you." I say as I arch back to look him in the eyes "Sweetie, this is starting a whole new chapter in both our lives and there are so many other places that we could go too." I smile "Then, one day, we will look back at how magnificent it was."
Catching me off guard his lips crash with mine. "I completely agree."
I eye him carefully, making sure I'm not missing any signs "Are you sure?"
He nods and for a few seconds his eyes leave mine as he scans around the room "I lived there for a few months out of the year and for a while it was the worst experience of my life. I hated it." I could hear his deep breaths and my hand runs down the front of his jacket which seems to calm him "But with you...I seemed to forget the past and just think about the future. I don't want to lose that feeling." He finishes, his voice barely audible.
"Chandler, why didn't you say something?" My head tilts with sympathy.
He shrugs "Because I know it isn't that important. Because just hearing you talk about the honeymoon in Paris and how excited you were, I didn't want to ruin that." His hands clasp together behind my back and I could feel him pushing me closer.
"This is our honeymoon." I reminded him "You have part in this just as much as I do."
His lips draw up in a tight line to suppress his grin "That's not what you said about the wedding."
I sigh dramatically as my hands find the back of his neck again "Who puts roses as a center piece for a wedding?!" I defend
By the way he looks at me I know he senses the teasing in my tone. The fact that he will do anything in his power to make me happy strikes me. I just wish he would know that what he has given me already will last me a lifetime ahead. The experience is what matters. How we got to where we are and what we do to make our relationship work is enough for me. I don't need a big fancy dinner at the end of the week, I don't need to be pampered, I don't need sex every night; sure it would be nice, but I don't need it. I just need to be assured that he will be by my side at the end of each day.
Glancing over at the dessert table I find Joey Tribbiani snagging his third slice of cake. Chuckling I nudge Chandler to peak "Do you think Joey is going to be okay in an apartment by himself?"
I find him deep in thought. I wonder if it just hit him that he will no longer be eating just pizza on Friday nights. Or maybe he is now sorrowful about leaving his friend from high school. After all those years together, it must be hard; but I guess I will never really know.
"Yeah, he'll be fine." His tie sways back and forth against his chest as we move with the music "I took care of the rent for a few months while he tries to get a steady job." He assures me and I feel my heart skip a beat. My husband is so considerate. Husband. I could get use to saying that. "Besides, I'm just going to be across the hall. It's not like we're moving out of the city."
I exhale slowly as I enjoy this dance we share. The silence that overcomes us is both comfortable and blissful. The thoughts swarming around my head at the idea of maybe someday moving out to the suburbs and starting a family of our own. It was something we discussed, sure; but we still have time. "Someday." I find myself saying the words out loud without meaning to.
"What's up?" I could see the confusion written across his features and for a second I wonder how random it must have sounded.
Clearing my throat, I can taste the makeup from my lips. "Someday though." I answer a little more clearly "Maybe ten years from now when we start our own family." I really hope the idea doesn't mark him as too soon. After finding out a few years back that he had commitment issues I was upset. We got in a huge fight and I may have said some things that I regretted. I told him he needed to forget about his parents mistakes and focus on us and where this could take us. After some shouting he left the apartment and went for a drive. All I wanted was to be in his arms again. The minute he slammed that door I cried. I slept in one of his worn out Penn State T's and some old basketball shorts he had in a spare dresser drawer. I didn't notice I fell asleep until he woke me up with a kiss before slipping his arms around my waist.
"Really you wanna wait ten years?" I could see the grin plastered on his face. "I would have thought Monica Geller would want children as soon as possible."
He does this to me.
The kids around are running through the adults on the dance floor as they play hide and seek under tables and around the ballroom. The magic trick my amazing husband taught them twenty minutes ago far from their mind.
It's true, I want one now. But I'll wait. If it means he will father them I will wait forever. Knowing how much Chandler is willing to sacrifice to complete my needs brings up new found love from him. He is so sweet to me I don't know why I didn't fall for him sooner. "Maybe five years." I grin. "That gives us some time with just the two of us for a while." The music starts to fade out but neither of us stop.
My shoes are still in his hands and I know that he would hang on to them all night without complaining. I step back and run my fingers down his arms until I reached my shoes. Grabbing the heels I slid them out of his grip and toss them aside.
"Were they bouncing against your dress?" He asked, wondering why I suddenly took them.
Shaking my head I reply softly "No. I just would rather feel your hands on me." Leaning up I place a kiss on his cheek before the next song came on. I have so much passion for this man it is hard to believe it was just six summers ago that we fell in love. Six summers full of feelings and memories. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
I could feel his breath on my cheek as we were nose to nose. How I managed to slip away from his arms for 24 hours prior to the wedding, I would never fully understand. "So how does it feel to be a married women?" He grins
I sigh contently "Ask me again in ten years."
It's not perfect but I've been working on it for weeks and am tired of seeing it sit in my Doc.