Okay, this is a new story, which I'm extremely nervous about. It's a
very different type of story than I usually write, but I hope it'll turn
out well, if I decide to continue it. Anyway, it's based on the song, "This
Everyday Love", which is by the band Rascal Flatts. This chapter is pure
mush, and basically just sets up the characters more than anything, there
really is no plot related stuff in this, nothing big anyway. But please get
through it, and REVIEW! Let me know if this should continue!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, nor the song, which is by Rascal Flatts.
Chandler Bing smiled as the sun warmed his face and he opened his eyes. Glancing at the body next to him, his grin grew wider. His wife lay there, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with her even breaths. He didn't wake her, rather, he just watched her. He loved watching her. Not just sleep either, but he loved watching her do anything.
He grinned again and gently got out of the bed, try his hardest not to wake her. He slipped into a robe and shuffled out into the kitchen, putting on the coffee pot and grabbing the newspaper from outside the door. He'd barely started pulling out the ingredients for breakfast when he heard their door open and shut. Within a few seconds, Monica's hand touched his shoulders and he turned around to kiss her. "Hey, gorgeous," he murmured before laying a soft kiss on her lips, "You could've slept!"
She smiled, "Don't worry about it, I wanted to be with you."
He grinned. He'd wanted to be with her, too.
***
Chandler Bing sat at his desk, working through the latest proposal he'd been asked to review. He absentmindedly scattered the papers around him. He loved his job at the advertising firm, but there were other things to distract him today.
Like his wife.
Like Christmas.
Like what to get her for a gift.
He wasn't quite sure yet what he should buy. He knew both of them had what they really wanted this year, and yet he wanted to make it even more special. This Christmas was the most special of all already, and he wanted to keep the theme.
He sat there for a while, dreaming off in Monica and Chandler dreamland, until his coworker Zach came in and waved a hand in front of Chandler's face. "Hey, Bing?" he shouted, laughing, "Zoning a bit?"
Chandler broke his reverie and shook his head, "Yea, a little," he said, "Sorry, I know I should be working, I just...."
Zach smiled, "Don't worry about it. It's Christmastime. We've all got other things on our minds. Especially you," he said, grinning.
Chandler smiled back, "Yea," he said under his breath, "Yea, I do."
Zach left and Chandler picked the phone up off his desk and dialed the number he knew so well. "Hey, honey," he said when she picked up.
"Hey," she responded, and he could hear the smile on her face, "When are you coming home?"
"Pretty soon," he said, "I can't concentrate today anyway, so I might as well go home. I'm guessing I'll beat the dark."
"Just get home for dinner," Monica said, and he could tell she had some sort of surprise.
He smiled, and responded that he would be.
She knew that anyway. She didn't have to ask.
***
Monica had just finished lighting the last candle when Chandler walked in the door. "Hey, something and someone looks beautiful," he said happily, kissing her hello, "What'd you do all this for?"
Monica shrugged, "Because I felt like it," she said, "and because we're both still sort of celebrating."
Chandler grinned for the millionth time that day, "Yea," he responded, "I guess we still sort of are."
He leaned down and kissed her again gently, forgetting the hot dinner already on the table. " I love you so much," he said softly, "So very, very much."
She smiled and let herself lean back into his arms, "I love you too," she whispered.
Chandler sighed. He could always count on that, that smile in the apartment, that "I love you." The actions that got him through days, weeks, months.....that was all he needed. If he had her, he had life. He could deal with the worst, as long as she was by his side.
As he held her, his hand moved slowly up from her waist onto her stomach.
Where their baby was.
They'd been told over and over it would never happen. That they could give up, there was no hope. How many doctors had given them no chances? Seven, at least. But they'd refused to believe it. Though they'd pursued other options as well, they'd never given up on their dream of one day conceiving a child together.
And they'd gotten it. Sometimes, they'd learned, two people's love can be stronger than medicine.
"I can't wait," he whispered, kissing her neck gently. "I can't wait until next year...."
He felt her grin against his cheeks, "We're gonna be tripping over all the toys," she whispered, "And have three stockings, and have to play Santa Claus...."
"I can't wait," he repeated, and knew he'd never meant it more. He'd always been scared of having kids, even with her. But now....it'd never felt more right. And he knew he didn't have to be scared anymore.
***
"All right," he said to himself, "I can do this, I can find something!" he sighed, and knew that he couldn't. Ever since she'd come around, her gift had always been the hardest one to buy. Nowadays, it was the only one. She bought the gifts for all their relatives and friends, because she loved things like that, but of course, he was left to his own devices when it came to a gift for her.
"Hmmm...." he sighed, as he walked back and forth throughout the aisles of Macy's.
Suddenly, his eyes caught something. A gorgeous white cradle, with ribbons streaming down the edges, and a cute rabbit pattern any baby would love. And suddenly he knew what he was going to get her for a gift. Suddenly, it was all completely clear.
***
He'd had to bring in virtually everyone he'd known, but it'd been worth it, he realized as he looked around at his work, and grinned.
For her Christmas present, or early present, rather, since it was only the 20th, he'd recruited Rachel to bring Monica shopping for a full day while he was supposed to be "working" and she had the day off. Instead of going to work, however, he'd brought in tons of people to paint the guest bedroom, re-carpet it, and set up the furniture he'd gotten. Now, as he surveyed it all, he knew it'd been the right choice for a gift.
Since they didn't know the sex yet, he'd covered the walls in a light sage green, with a subtle pattern of pale vanilla rabbits as the boarding. Them lighter color matched the new carpet, the cradle, the changing table, the rocking chair, the bookshelf, the everything, all with sage green accents.
It was perfect.
***
He'd told Rachel to bring Monica back around six, and that he'd arrive at six-fifteen. There was no reason for her to go in the guest room within that fifteen minutes; she'd probably just start dinner, at least he hoped.
He paced a street near their apartment so Monica wouldn't see him, all his confidence fizzling as he started hoping and praying that she'd like it. Finally, he took a deep breath and climbed the stairs, crossing his fingers that he'd done the right thing. He reached his door and flung it open.
"Monica?"
Every morning the sun shines through my window
Lands on the face of a dream come true
I shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee
Catch up on the front page morning news
Then she walks up behind me, throws her arms around my neck
Just another normal thing I've come to expect
It's ordinary, plain and simple
Typical, this everyday love
Same old, same old keeping it new
Emotion, so familiar
Nothing 'bout it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
Every afternoon I make a phone call
Listen to the voice that warms my heart
I drag myself through a few more hours
Then head on home to try and beat the dark
Her smile will be right there when I step through that door
And it'll be right there tomorrow, just like every day before
It's ordinary, plain and simple
Typical, this every day love
Same old, same old, keeping it new
Emotion, so familiar
Nothing about it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
PULEEESE! Review this! Let me know if it should continue at all!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, nor the song, which is by Rascal Flatts.
Chandler Bing smiled as the sun warmed his face and he opened his eyes. Glancing at the body next to him, his grin grew wider. His wife lay there, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with her even breaths. He didn't wake her, rather, he just watched her. He loved watching her. Not just sleep either, but he loved watching her do anything.
He grinned again and gently got out of the bed, try his hardest not to wake her. He slipped into a robe and shuffled out into the kitchen, putting on the coffee pot and grabbing the newspaper from outside the door. He'd barely started pulling out the ingredients for breakfast when he heard their door open and shut. Within a few seconds, Monica's hand touched his shoulders and he turned around to kiss her. "Hey, gorgeous," he murmured before laying a soft kiss on her lips, "You could've slept!"
She smiled, "Don't worry about it, I wanted to be with you."
He grinned. He'd wanted to be with her, too.
***
Chandler Bing sat at his desk, working through the latest proposal he'd been asked to review. He absentmindedly scattered the papers around him. He loved his job at the advertising firm, but there were other things to distract him today.
Like his wife.
Like Christmas.
Like what to get her for a gift.
He wasn't quite sure yet what he should buy. He knew both of them had what they really wanted this year, and yet he wanted to make it even more special. This Christmas was the most special of all already, and he wanted to keep the theme.
He sat there for a while, dreaming off in Monica and Chandler dreamland, until his coworker Zach came in and waved a hand in front of Chandler's face. "Hey, Bing?" he shouted, laughing, "Zoning a bit?"
Chandler broke his reverie and shook his head, "Yea, a little," he said, "Sorry, I know I should be working, I just...."
Zach smiled, "Don't worry about it. It's Christmastime. We've all got other things on our minds. Especially you," he said, grinning.
Chandler smiled back, "Yea," he said under his breath, "Yea, I do."
Zach left and Chandler picked the phone up off his desk and dialed the number he knew so well. "Hey, honey," he said when she picked up.
"Hey," she responded, and he could hear the smile on her face, "When are you coming home?"
"Pretty soon," he said, "I can't concentrate today anyway, so I might as well go home. I'm guessing I'll beat the dark."
"Just get home for dinner," Monica said, and he could tell she had some sort of surprise.
He smiled, and responded that he would be.
She knew that anyway. She didn't have to ask.
***
Monica had just finished lighting the last candle when Chandler walked in the door. "Hey, something and someone looks beautiful," he said happily, kissing her hello, "What'd you do all this for?"
Monica shrugged, "Because I felt like it," she said, "and because we're both still sort of celebrating."
Chandler grinned for the millionth time that day, "Yea," he responded, "I guess we still sort of are."
He leaned down and kissed her again gently, forgetting the hot dinner already on the table. " I love you so much," he said softly, "So very, very much."
She smiled and let herself lean back into his arms, "I love you too," she whispered.
Chandler sighed. He could always count on that, that smile in the apartment, that "I love you." The actions that got him through days, weeks, months.....that was all he needed. If he had her, he had life. He could deal with the worst, as long as she was by his side.
As he held her, his hand moved slowly up from her waist onto her stomach.
Where their baby was.
They'd been told over and over it would never happen. That they could give up, there was no hope. How many doctors had given them no chances? Seven, at least. But they'd refused to believe it. Though they'd pursued other options as well, they'd never given up on their dream of one day conceiving a child together.
And they'd gotten it. Sometimes, they'd learned, two people's love can be stronger than medicine.
"I can't wait," he whispered, kissing her neck gently. "I can't wait until next year...."
He felt her grin against his cheeks, "We're gonna be tripping over all the toys," she whispered, "And have three stockings, and have to play Santa Claus...."
"I can't wait," he repeated, and knew he'd never meant it more. He'd always been scared of having kids, even with her. But now....it'd never felt more right. And he knew he didn't have to be scared anymore.
***
"All right," he said to himself, "I can do this, I can find something!" he sighed, and knew that he couldn't. Ever since she'd come around, her gift had always been the hardest one to buy. Nowadays, it was the only one. She bought the gifts for all their relatives and friends, because she loved things like that, but of course, he was left to his own devices when it came to a gift for her.
"Hmmm...." he sighed, as he walked back and forth throughout the aisles of Macy's.
Suddenly, his eyes caught something. A gorgeous white cradle, with ribbons streaming down the edges, and a cute rabbit pattern any baby would love. And suddenly he knew what he was going to get her for a gift. Suddenly, it was all completely clear.
***
He'd had to bring in virtually everyone he'd known, but it'd been worth it, he realized as he looked around at his work, and grinned.
For her Christmas present, or early present, rather, since it was only the 20th, he'd recruited Rachel to bring Monica shopping for a full day while he was supposed to be "working" and she had the day off. Instead of going to work, however, he'd brought in tons of people to paint the guest bedroom, re-carpet it, and set up the furniture he'd gotten. Now, as he surveyed it all, he knew it'd been the right choice for a gift.
Since they didn't know the sex yet, he'd covered the walls in a light sage green, with a subtle pattern of pale vanilla rabbits as the boarding. Them lighter color matched the new carpet, the cradle, the changing table, the rocking chair, the bookshelf, the everything, all with sage green accents.
It was perfect.
***
He'd told Rachel to bring Monica back around six, and that he'd arrive at six-fifteen. There was no reason for her to go in the guest room within that fifteen minutes; she'd probably just start dinner, at least he hoped.
He paced a street near their apartment so Monica wouldn't see him, all his confidence fizzling as he started hoping and praying that she'd like it. Finally, he took a deep breath and climbed the stairs, crossing his fingers that he'd done the right thing. He reached his door and flung it open.
"Monica?"
Every morning the sun shines through my window
Lands on the face of a dream come true
I shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee
Catch up on the front page morning news
Then she walks up behind me, throws her arms around my neck
Just another normal thing I've come to expect
It's ordinary, plain and simple
Typical, this everyday love
Same old, same old keeping it new
Emotion, so familiar
Nothing 'bout it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
Every afternoon I make a phone call
Listen to the voice that warms my heart
I drag myself through a few more hours
Then head on home to try and beat the dark
Her smile will be right there when I step through that door
And it'll be right there tomorrow, just like every day before
It's ordinary, plain and simple
Typical, this every day love
Same old, same old, keeping it new
Emotion, so familiar
Nothing about it too peculiar
Oh, but I can't get enough
Of this everyday love
PULEEESE! Review this! Let me know if it should continue at all!