Alright, I have what is called a huge case of writer's block! So I am going to write a fic to help ease my mind, so that I can get my creative juices flowing again.

I have not given up on my other fics. Just put them on hold for a bit. By the way, Vicki, if ya want to finish Alternate people, have at it…..

So just hold on.…will get to the others when I feel like it. By the way, was it just me, or did the ending of Friends seem a bit rushed. It was good, but rushed. I thought better than the other shows endings.

Just leave a review….Saying if ya want me to continue. If I get five at least I will continue. Hey I will be happy getting just one. Thanks, a million.

Everything belongs to the creators of this show. I Own NOTHING!!!!!

Hey, I still have college loans I am trying to pay off. Warning, the fic starts off a little slow, but hopefully it picks up speed. Just don't bail on me after the first page, ok? By the way am a bit rusty.

Ross and Rachel are together but having a lot of problems. As every couple does. Phoebe and Mike are together and happy. Joey's stint in LA did not work out like he planned so he is back. And since the apartment is gone, living with Monica and Chandler. Just like Chandler predicted so far.

And there are going to be some major surprises. Hope you like.

TOO MANY BINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me start off by telling you about my family. Well, I include friends as part of my family. I actually spend more time around than my own flesh and blood. Up until ten years ago. But THAT is the story!

Confused? Well, give me a moment, you won't be.

The start of it all. My dad and mom told me they were getting a divorce over Thanksgiving of all things! If that were not bad enough, dear ole dad's gay lover made a pass at me! I still get a chill thinking about those words: More turkey, Mr. Chandler.

Soon after my dad moved to Las Vegas and ran an all male burlesque show, Viva Las Geygus. And mom became an erotic romance novelist. I mean books like 'Love Slave, Chained Mistress" and so forth can really scar a guy. Especially later on in life when she writes about you and your wife.

After lifting a girl's skirt at school, mom decided that she really did not want to deal with me. So she put me in an all boys school. Got through that, went to NYU, met my future brother-in-law. He became my roommate.

I met his sister, my future wife during Thanksgiving. She was an awkward teenager and had a weight problem. But was very nice. When she heard that I would not eat Thanksgiving food, she made me Mac and cheese. But I was too shallow to see past her weight. And not knowing that she heard me I hurt her feelings. The next year she was thin, and boy she got me back good. She was trying to seduce me and ended up instead of cutting off my toe.

But somehow we got past that. After college for me and culinary school for her, we ended up living across the hall from each other. We both had bad luck in dating and so forth and yet so did her brother who went through marriage after another. So we finally found each other after five years. But we lasted because we are such good friends. Oh we have had our differences, but we have stuck it out.

A year after getting married, we started trying for a baby. But after a year of that, we had fertility tests run. And we discovered that my guys were slow, but her uteri us was inhospitable. So we decided to adopt. We finally ended up with two babies, a boy and a girl. Which was a surprise, we were only expecting one. But got two.

Now this is where the story really take off at. We got a house out in Westchester. The house is a nice two story, three bedroom, two and a half bath Colonial. As soon as we saw it, we loved it. So we got it. None of our friends were too happy. But they soon came around. Even Joey. As soon as we gave Joey a room of his own.

It was just two months after we got Jack and Erica home that Monica found out she was pregnant. WE BEAT THE ODDS!!!!!!!!! And eight and a half months later Daniel was born. Now our little family was complete. Three kids. I mean two boys and one girl were plenty. Monica would be happy with that, I mean she has three little babies to dress up and later on in life to bond with our daughter.

And this was where it all started.

I came home from work, Monica met me at the door.

"Chandler, honey, I have a surprise for you."

Seeing that she had a robe on. "Really, and what would that be, I wonder?"

"Later for that. I have made your favorite dinner, Mac and cheese. Now go and sit down at the table and I will be right in there."

After sitting down at a candle lit table, I started to get leery. What does Monica want? I kept asking myself that same question. And where were the babies? No crying or sounds. Erica and Jack were three and Daniel was ten months younger. In short they were no longer babies. They were growing up.

Wait a moment! She is not? Is she? Just because she made me my favorite dinner. Means one of two things. She either has some big news or is buttering me up for something. Personally I am scared to think which one it is. Or worse, it could be both of them together.

The dining room door opened and she enters carrying our dinners and is wearing a tight red dress with high heels. She is gorgeous. No matter how horrible of a day we both have. I could pass a blond bombshell high fashion model and would never look twice. Oh I admit I would look once. But that would be to compare her with my Monica.

"Enjoy, sweetie." Monica put my plate in front of me and then went and sat down. Mac and Cheese with cut up little hot dogs and a huge steak on the side and red wine. Just how I liked everything.

"Thanks Monica. Now why don't you tell me what is going on?"

"You know me that well, huh?"

"Mon, we have been best friends for over ten years now. I think that I know you better than anyone."

"You are right about that." She then took a deep breath. "Do you promise that you will think it over a bit for a while before giving me an answer?"

"Ok. Hey forgot to ask, where are our little ankle bitters at?"

"At mom and dad's." She then took another deep breath. "Chandler I want one more child. Please!"

"Monica as far as I am concerned, I would not mind, but it was miraculous that we had Daniel and I really do not want you upset."

"Fertility drugs." Monica came back with. "We could try the drugs for six months and if I don't get pregnant, then so be it. We still have three wonderful children. Well?"

I smiled, hoping that all will turn out alright. "OK." Before I could say anything else, Monica was in my lap and had me in a hot lip lock. Suffice to say we forgot about dinner that night.

But I thought that she meant that I could go in for fertility drugs. But she meant herself. And so without knowing we both took drugs and well, six weeks later we found out that she was expecting. At the doctor's office, we both discovered that we both took the drugs.

"So this child will be here because of fertility drugs?"

"Yes. The people at the clinic were very helpful to me."

"UH, Mon. You took fertility drugs?"

"I told you I was going to."

"No you asked me if I would be willing to take them, so I did."

"I did not! I said I would take them!" The doctor was sitting back chuckling at what was going on.

"No you asked me too. Remember? We were at the table and you told me that you wanted another baby." The doctor started laughing as soon as I said that. "And you said that the best thing for us to do is to have me go to a fertility clinic."

"I did NOT say you. I said I would go!"

"You did not!"

"I said I would after I told you I wanted a baby!" After that the doctor laughed louder.

"What are you laughing at, anyway?" I asked the doctor who could not stop laughing. He almost had tears in his eyes.

"Y-you s-said b-baby!" He then almost hit the floor.

"I think you ought to go back to medical school. Why else would we even be here?"

What he said made my blood freeze. "Taking fertility drugs increases the chance of there being more than one baby. Even if it is just one taking the drugs. But add both of you to the mix. I can almost assure you that you WILL have more than one."

"Twins?" I asked.

"Probably. But to make sure nothing is wrong because of the medicines you both took, I will need to know what they both were." We told him. "Nope, nothing will be wrong with the babies because of those drugs. Now lets see what's on the ultra sound, shall we?"

After Monica laying back and raising her shirt a bit. The doctor put on the gel. And started up the machine and soon we saw on the monitor three small like peanuts. "If I am not mistaken. You are having three babies."

"T-three?" I stuttered. "But I thought you said twins. We already have three toddlers at home. N-now we are going to have three more? I mean I agreed on ONE baby, but twins I could live with, but triplets? I thought you said no more than two!"

"I said more than one is very likely. I just did not say how many."

"Oh gee thanks for informing us. You have been a glowing sense of information today."

"I am now above Phoebe's record!" I had a feeling that my wife was overjoyed. "When can you tell us sex?"

"Not for another six weeks."

"Triplet's." Monica was crying had her hands on her stomach. "I can't wait to tell everyone, particularly Phoebe." She had that look in her eyes of winning intense competition. I should know, I have witnessed that look many times before. This was going to be some pregnancy.

Two hours later we were driving home. "I sure hope they are all girls." Monica sighed yet again and had her hands on her stomach. "Think of all the dresses, the tap lessons, the ballet lessons, the music lessons, the make-up, the hair dos, I can fix their hair in so many ways. Their very first crushes and dates."

At that I swerved into a parking lot and parked the car. "No-NO DATES!"

"AWWWW Chandler. Remember your first date?"

"OH, I remember what it was like to date. I KNOW what those horny little Bastards arte thinking of!"

"CHANDLER!"

"MONICA I USED to be one! So all I can say is NO girls only boys." I bent my head down to her stomach. "You hear me in there? NO girls. All of you are to be boys!"

Just then there was a rap on the window. I straightened up in time to see a police officer. I rolled down the window. "Yes, Mr. Police Officer?"

"You are parked in a no parking zone."

"Sorry about that, my husband here was just freaking out. My doctor told me we are expecting triplets and I told him I hope they all are girls!"

"NO GIRLS, NO GIRLS! I WILL NOT ALLOW MY DAUGHTERS to date one of those filthy, shallow jerks. Uh uh. NO WAY!"

The police officer just chuckled. "You see officer he was ok with the idea until I told him that they will have crushes and start dating."

"Over my dead body, they will."

"I think you should both settle this at home, don't you?"

"Maybe so officer, do you have any girls?"

"Stephanie and Teresa."

"Don't you see? As soon as they hit eleven, they will have crushes on boys! I mean you and I will both know where that will lead to, right. I mean we were both boys once. So we both know what is going through those little deviants' minds."

"Uh…you both go on home and talk this over. I have to go and make a phone call." He turned and fled.

Monica was just shaking her head. "Some piece of work you are. Scaring a man like that about his daughters."

"Well it was the truth." I muttered as I turned the car back on.

That night, we called all of our friends and family over and told them the good news.

"We are having another baby." I stated weakly.

"Not just one, It is THREE!" Monica sang out. "And I beat you, Phoebe. I now have six!" She was enjoying this way too much! I was starting to feel lightheaded.

Of course prompting Phoebe to turn to poor Mike, "Let's go and get those fertility drugs. Only I want four!"

"Uh, Phoebe you do know that those drugs are for women who have trouble conceiving. Right?"

"Alright fine! But I still want a baby!" She then hauled poor Mike out the door.

"Dude, I KNEW that you had it in you!" That was Joey. Lovable Joey, who after it didn't work out in LA, moved back. But since the apartment was no longer his, was staying with us.

Rachel hugged Monica as did Ross, who went and shook my hand. Rachel gave me a huge hug.

Mom gave me a huge hug and kiss on the check. "Way to go slugger!"

Jack was thrilled to death. Judy also was, well she was Judy.

Jack hugged Monica tight. "I am so proud of you."

"Well, I am glad you can finally have kids of your own."

"Mrs. Geller, Erica and Jack are every inch our kids."

"I am not saying that. I am just trying to say that I am happy for you. I mean I know that Monica gave birth herself to Daniel and you both did an admirable thing in adopting Erica and Jack. But I am trying to say is that I am proud of you sweetie." Judy then hugged Monica.

"Alright. Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"

"Monica, I mean it, no mother could be happier for her daughter nor prouder of her than I am of you at this moment!"

Monica ran and hugged her mom, crying. "Oh mom, I have been waiting to hear those words all of my life. I love you mom!"

"I love you too, sweetie." Judy and Monica then hugged each other. Which was everything that Monica had hoped to hear from her mother. Love, understanding and happiness. Which was very good. I am just glad that that happened that night, considering what was about to happen after the wedding of Ross and Rachel. Which was to take place in three days.

Soon after, the group started to break up. Ross and Rachel went home, they both had a big day the next day with the wedding planner. Judy and Jack left to go home because they were both tired. Joey, Monica and me all three went to the next room to talk. We all sat down in front of the TV.

"So I guess I should move out, huh?"

"What?" I asked.

"There is going to be no room for me and three more babies. It already is crowded enough here as it is."

"Well, Monica and I had already talked about that. Not enough room anyway. Even if you were to move out Joey. So we are going house hunting tomorrow."

"What? But I thought that you guys liked it here."

"Joey we do, It is just that there is no room. We need two more bedrooms." Monica explained.

"So we want you to stay."

"Really?"

"Of course, Joey. You are like a brother to us."

"Awww, thanks guys." He thought for a moment, then asked, "Can I go with you?"

"Yes. But once me and Chandler decide something the answer is a flat no! Besides Joey, Chandler and I really will need help with the babies. I mean both you and Chandler are worth one of me."

I turned to Joey. "You know, I really don't know whether to be thrilled or insulted."

Joey and I looked at each other for a bit. "Insulted." We both said at once. Monica just laughed.

The next day, I took off time from work as did Monica. Joey did not go to any auditions. So there we were all three walking into a realtor's office each holding a baby. It looked weird all of us holding three toddlers and carrying diaper bags, crammed full of food, snacks, a change of clothes and diapers or pull ups. We were now trying our best to potty train them.

Jack seemed to be the one catching on easier than the others. Erica was also catching on. But5 Daniel had Monica's stubbornness and it was harder teaching him. Although Monica swears up and down that he had my stubbornness. I even think he waited to go when we changed him or put new training pants on him, showing Monica and I who actually wore the 'pants' are here.

I held Daniel, Joey held Jack and Monica held Erica. Suffice to say, Daniel was harder to hold. Above any of them, he was the one who tried to get away the most. And our star adventurer.

Mom said that he took after me in that department.. And acted like I acted when I was his age. She also said that despite the hair he looked just like me. Eye color and skin color. Even facial contour. And mom said he had the same size of feet as I did when I was a baby. Monica heard that and said that he was probably going to turn out to be hung just like me.

Anyway, the realtor quickly took us to some houses when we told her how many babies the doctor said we were going to have. All of them WAY TOO expensive.

"Uh, Ms Williams…" I started.

"Tricia."

"Tricia, we can not afford these." I then wrote a number on a piece of paper what we could afford.

She was downhearted when she saw it, then she perked up. "I know one house that has been on the market for a while now and best of all is in your price range and is big enough for you. It needs a lot of work done on it. But it is in a very good neighborhood. The school district was voted one of the best in the state, even for a public school. There are plenty of parks, playgrounds and sporting teams. From little league, soccer and even art classes and good libraries."

"That sounds great." Monica started.

"And plenty of good restaurants."

"Food! What kind?"

"Name your pick!"

"hey, If it all SOOOO good, why has it not been sold.?"

"As I said it is a handyman's delight. A real work in progress. It is a three story Victorian."

"Run down." I added.

"I am not going to lie to you. It needs a lot of work. Although it has potential." She then continued. It has three floors. A two car garage with an attic over it. A huge basement that can be converted into a den or family game room. A study with a library connected to it a huge kitchen, which has great possibilities. And a huge dining room. The good news about the house is that it has a new roof and the wring has just been redone. And it was recently painted. What do you think?" She then handed us a picture of the house and the plans.

"What choice do we have?" I asked.

"When do you want to see it?"

"Now is good." Monica committed. Erica was asleep in her baby pack on her back.

"Uh, ok." She said looking at her watch. For a moment there I thought that she looked worried.

Twenty minutes later, we were all standing outside this huge old home. It's front yard happened to be a nice 1600 yards from house to front sidewalk. The outside yard was in fairly nice shape. I noticed on the left side, that there was a huge privacy fence with a gate.

"How far around the house does the fence go?" I turned and asked Tricia.

"All the way around. From the left side of the house to the garage in the back." She then continued. "It has a huge Oak tree right behind the house in the back where there is a tire swing and an old tree house. And a huge shed. Then further on more trees. The yard is almost 5000 square yards. Do you want to see the inside first and then see the yard?"

"That sounds good."

The tour was interesting. A huge hall greeted us as we opened the front door. The stairs wound around our heads to the upstairs. Their was a door under the stairs which led to the basement. That really needed a lot of work done to it. Which was going to be used as a den/game room.

The first floor had a bath and a half. The people who built this really knew about what was required for a huge family. A bedroom that was probably for a servant or cook, since it was near a kitchen. And it was so huge. Huge by way of Monica standard. She was even amazed at it. I know that she already was making plans for it. The pantry was as big as the one at her former job. And a cellar that opened on the floor of the pantry.

A breakfast room attached to the kitchen. A huge dining room with plenty of space for a table like royalty. And other furniture and a hutch and even a China cabinet. A set of shelves were built into the wall.

To the right of the stairs, it had a library that had roll away doors that opened into a study. To the left, a huge living room and a huge conservatory to the left of that went all the way alongside of the house to the kitchen.

Right behind the living room was the family room. Then the kitchen was right toward the middle of that and was one of the three doors that went in the great hall. The kitchen was toward the left and met the garage. The breakfast room had French doors that swung opened upon the deck.

It had five bedrooms on the second floor three and a half baths as well on the second floor. The third floor was an attic. Or it could be made into a huge bedroom. Joey's room perhaps. With plenty of sitting room. And a bathroom could be made there as well.

The back yard was terrific . And the good news was that it had a privacy fence that went all around it. And plenty of trees. But also plenty of opened space. Monica could even plant a garden and block that off and there would still be plenty of space left over. Even for a pool, if we wanted one.

I called Monica and Joey over to me under the huge tree. "Alright so what do you two think?"

"I say we get it." Joey yelled out loud enough for the realtor to hear us. Well that was Joey, as subtle as always.

"Not until we know the price first." Monica stated.

"And we may have to haggle."

"OH, oh, let me!" Joey was getting excited.

"Uh, I think we ought to leave it up to Chandler. Since he has a business degree."

"Oh, okay." Joey seemed down heartened.

"Hey why don't you go with Monica to give her some helpful advice about what she be done with the rooms."

Monica gritted her teeth. "Chandler!!!!!!!!!"

"Mon listen I love Joey like a brother, but I can not have him around when I make them an offer." I hoped she would understand. "Just keep him occupied." I whispered to her.

"Fine, but you are not going to get off that easily. Come on Joey." They both walked toward the kitchen.

Soon after we sat down, finally after thirty minutes we came on a figure that we agreed on. Shook hands and then that was it.

She then looked down at her watch. "Mr. Bing, I hate to do this. But, I have to show another clients a house in twenty minutes."

"Say no more." I then called Joey and Monica over and told them we got the house and we all left.

After leaving I turned toward Monica. "Call me crazy, but why do I get the feeling that she does not want us there because of something?"

"What?" Monica asked.

"She kept looking at her watch."

"Chandler, hon, you ARE crazy. And she probably had another house to show."

"I guess so. I just can not shake this feeling."

"Is your daddy nuts? Huh? Is your daddy nuts?" Joey was playing with the kids in the back. Or with Daniel who was the only one that was awake.

"Thanks, Joe."

"Welcome, dude." I shook my h=ead and sighed. Vintage Joe, alright.

Two days later Rachel and Ross got married. Of course Rachel stopped the ceremony and made the rabbi redo the words and have him omit obey from the vows. Ross was not too pleased. And neither was the rabbi. But Ross was worse.

"Come on Rachel honey, It is tradition."

"Traditions are made to be broken! Either you omit it or I am walking. I will not obey any man or submit! Got it!" That was not in the form of a question.

"It is just a part that needs to be read. That way."

"I can omit it." the rabbi offered.

"See." Rachel triumphal smiled at Ross.

"Fine, do as she says." Ross frowned and sighed heavily.

The wedding went off with out a hitch. They went off to Paris together. Of course their honeymoon had to be cut short when Ross lost his temper and got thrown in jail. Rachel had to bail him out. And they had to come back home after being there for a record breaking three hours.

It happened in the customs line at Charles De Gaul airport.

Let me just say that Rachel was furious, when they arrived back. She went to stay with Phoebe and Mike and brought Emma with her. By that time, Phoebe was six weeks pregnant. And had morning sickness like nothing . She was even placed on bed rest until the doctor cleared her from that. Rachel volunteered to sit with her and to help her. So she and Emma stayed with her.

As I said it was a good thing that Monica and Judy made up. Because a week after Ross arrived back, him and Judy were in a terrible car crash. Judy died on impact, Ross who was driving did not. But it tore up his scrotum. And he had to have an operation and have it removed.

So no more kids for Ross and Rachel. They would just have Emma, and that was just fine for Rachel. Who after a bit wanted to return to work. Ross was far from pleased. But what could he do? There was no repairing his scrotum. At all.

So soon after she was called into the hospital, Rachel signed the order to have it removed, since she was his wife and he was unconscious at the moment. Ross was far from pleased, and had a feeling that as soon as Rachel saw her chance to keep from having kids, she took it.

Monica was broken up inside about Judy, but glad that they cleared the air between them, so she had no regrets about her and her mom.

Jack asked if he could stay on the sofa at our house for a bit. He did not want to stay in a lonely house with the memories of Judy. Of course we said yes. And since we were moving into a new huge home, we asked if he wanted to move in with us.

He asked us if we were sure about it. And we told him more than so. He ended up moving to the first floor bedroom with the bathroom that was attached to it. Joey lived in the spare room over the garage.

Oh yeah I forgot to tell you about that one. There were some stairs that went from the kitchen to the top of the garage. That was where the chaffer used to live and it was big enough to do so. But it had been such a long time since anyone had stayed there. The people ahead of us used it for storage. We had to reconvert it into a bedroom.

Joey liked it, because, it was a bit separate from the house and yet still apart of the house. Separate meant more privacy, yet apart of the house that he could jog down the stairs to the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator.

Of course him and Jack became good friends. They would meet each other for midnight snacks. And Joey introduced Jack to 'Baywatch'.

If you think that was all that came to stay with us, you are sadly mistaken. I will explain later.

Anyway, we found out why the realtor kept looking at her watch. She wanted to get us out of there to close this deal. Why? Only that the neighbor next door to us, well they were certifiable! They were at the doctors' offices for the afternoon. She had it all arranged with the woman next door. Who actually looked after those oddballs.

Which one to begin at?

The grandfather he thought that he was President Theodore Roosevelt. And kept playing a bugle and yelling at the top of his lungs…"CHARGE!!!!!!!" Thinking he was leading the charge up San Juan Hill during the Spanish/American war. And always conferring on everybody he met honors as a president. Joey even fell down and sprained his ankle and 'Teddy' as everyone called him, came and made a speech and gave him a purple heart and Jack the Congressional Medal of Honor for helping him. He was harmless really. We just did not like that horn going off and upsetting the babies.

Another one, who happened to be the grandfather's sister, was a ninety-five year old lady who was half blind and had to have the car keys hidden from her. So she sat out in a stationary car that had no wheels on it, 'driving' down the road. Blowing the horn. That was her first car. It was a Model T Ford. And when she blew the horn it had a certain way of blowing. It was one of those horns you find on bikes. She was also harmless.

Another lady that lived there was always working in the backyard. On her beloved flowers and bushes. Come to find out that she called each one of them after her dead husbands. All three of them or the bushes. The flowers she claimed were one of those days going to bloom and give her money. Anyway, she kept talking to them and to some of the flowers as well. Also harmless. She was the daughter of 'Teddy'.

Of course all the other people who lived around us were used to the weird behavior. Just everyone. And for some reason we got used to it as well. We just asked the woman who lived with them to hide the bugle and the horn. Otherwise they would keep waking the kids. She did at night, but they were found once again during the day. We made that concession, for now. But we told her that they had to get rid of them once the babies came. She agreed.

Finally we were all moved in and had most of the house done. We had yet to fix the basement up[. But we decided to take our time with that room. Everything was going well. Then I received some bad news, my third cousin on my father's side had passed way. I got a letter from her attorney, which stated that I was in her will and I was to go to a reading of it. It was on video. And what I found out both shocked and surprised me.

Not only did I get some money. But I also got…………

Now the question is do you want me to continue. I have a few more twists and turns to take this fic. Let me know. Okay?