Monica opened her eyes and groaned slightly. She hated waking up on a Monday morning! She rolled over and saw Chandler, still asleep at her side. She knew she had to wake him for work, but he looked so sweet, curled up in a little ball, just like a little child. She sighed a happy sigh. Life was good.

Suddenly, Chandler's eyes snapped open. He screamed. Monica screamed.

"Why are you watching me sleep? Why does everyone always want to watch me sleep?" he asked, dazed and confused.

"Chandler, I think you've only been watched while sleeping about three times in your whole life, and two of the times were by me!" Monica replied.

"Well, I'm still traumitised by when Eddie watched me." Chandler was fully awake now.

"Oh yeah. The physco roomate."

"Yes. I think he's in prison now..."

"Chandler, it's time to get up," said Monica, getting up and rubbing her eyes. "We need to feed the twins before we take them to Phoebe. And we have to get to work, okay?" Typical Monica. Always organised. Too organised, if you asked Chandler. But he loved her and that was all that mattered.

He got out of bed too and started getting dressed.

"Hey!" Monica cried. "I'm getting changed in here!"

Chandler raised an eyebrow. "Monica, we have sex all the time and I have seen you naked thousands of times."

"Well, sex is different. It's...you know..."

"Different?"

"Yeah!"

Monica grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom. Then she quickly got dressed, and came out, smiling through gritted teeth.

"Mon, are you alright?" Chandler asked, concerned.

"Yep. Yep, yep, yep, never better. Never ever never better," Monica replied, nervously.

"Mon..."

"Okay! Okay! I didn't want you to see me naked because I've gained a little weight round my stomach and ass!"

Chandler blinked. "Wha- what?"

"Last night when we "made love", I didn't mind because it was dark and you didn't notice. But I checked the scales in the bathroom just there and I've gained ten whole pounds!" Monica was close to tears.

Chandler thought for a moment. "That's not so bad," he lied.

"You don't get it! I was fat once...what if I get fat again!"

"Honey, I'm sure you won't get fat again. Just eat a little healthier and start going out for runs again."

"You think?"

"Yeah," said Chandler and he sauntered forward. "Besides," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Big women are sexy."

"You think?" said Monica and she drew in for a kiss. However, it was only a quick peck before...

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Monica and Chandler looked at each other. "The twins are up," they said at the same time.

They went into the nursery and got the twins up, Chandler with Erica and Monica with Jack. "They're getting so big!" Monica cried.

"What do you expect? They're almost a year old...soon they'll be walking and talking and everything!"

"Great! More work!" Monica exclaimed, and Chandler wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

They fed the twins and got them washed and dressed. Then they themselves got washed and they where ready to go. It was the same everyday: get up dressed, twins up, dressed, get in the car and drop the twins off at Phoebe's. Pheobe decided that being a giving massages to elderly men wasn't the right path for her, so instead she had became a child-minder to her friends kids; Jack and Erica, Leslie, Chandler and Frank Jr Jr, and Emma. Sometimes Ben came round too, but not because he HAD to, but because he enjoyed spending time with his sister and cousins, and Phoebe's house was always wacky and fun!

Monica got out the keys to the land rover. She had reluctantly given up the porshe when the twins were born, because two car seats just wouldn't fit. There was also five seats, just in case...well, Monica always kept it in the back of her mind that although the doctor said it was unlikely for her to have kids, it wasn't impossible. And although she adored the twins, she still wished she could have a child of her own.

Chandler put Erica in the car and Monica did the same with Jack. Then Monica started up the engine and off they went.

Phoebe moved to a small house just outside West Chester, so that mad it easier for Monica to drop off the kids, then drop off Chandler, all on her way to work. She stopped outside Phoebe's sweet, little, surburban home and smiled when she noticed the tiny windmill right outside the front door. Typical Pheebs. Buying the most ridiculous thing for no aparent reason. Chandler and Monica took out the babies and knocked on Phoebe's bright red painted door. Phoebe answered so quickly, it was as if she'd been waiting for them on the other side!

"Hey!" Phoebe smiled, happily. But then again, Pheobe was always happy.

"Hi," Monica replied. "I like your new windmill." She tried not to giggle.

"I know, right? I got it at a yard sale for only three bucks!"

Monica couldn't imagine spending two cents on such a tacky item, but that was just her. She couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"It is lovely," said Chandler, saving everyone from the silence. "Listen, Jack and Erica have just woke up and probably won't sleep again till, like, one 'o'clock. They've already eaten but haven't yet pooped out the contents, so you'll have to deal with that. See ya!" And he handed her the car seats, grabbed Monica's arm and ran to the car. Phoebe waved them off and walked into the house with both the car seats.

Monica turned on the engine. "Okay," she smiled. "You next."

Chandler sighed. "You know," he said. "I wish I didn't have to work."

"Why?" Monica was confused. She thought he loved his new job.

"Because I miss you too much," Chandler confessed.

"Aww. I miss you too. But the sooner you get to work, the sooner you can come home and see me," Monica grinned.

"Then we better get going," Chandler laughed.

They drove of down the road together, chatting about this and that when Monica suddenly said, "What date is it?"

"It's the 15th. Why?" Chandler asked.

Monica stopped the car. "I'm late," she whispered.

"Then you better get going," said Chandler, thinking she meant "late for work".

"No, Chandler! Late late."

"What does that mean?" asked Chandler, feeling excited and worried at the same time.

"It all makes sense. I've gained weight, I've been eating foods I don't usually like, I've been feeling sick every morning for a few days. And now I'm late. Chandler," she smiled a small smile, "I think I may be pregnant."