Hey everyone, I'm an aspiring writer and this is my first fan-fic. Reviews are appreciated! Chandler and Monica were always my favorite of the Friends couples, so I decided we needed a good Mondler story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Monica, Chandler, Jack, Erica, or any other characters used in the Friends series.
I sit on the couch and stare at my two beautiful children, wondering how on Earth so much life and laughter can fit into these tiny packages. Jack and Erica are crawling around on a play mat, giggling when they bump into each other. Whenever they rattle the plastic toys hanging from a bar above the mat, an even louder laugh escapes their tiny mouths.
My babies are just over eight months old, and never cease to astound me every day. Although they look nothing like Chandler and me, they have Chandler's wit and love of humor already. Jack has copper colored hair, growing in tufts on his head, and is pretty chubby. Erica looks like an angel- blond hair, blue eyes, and two little teeth.
"Hey, Mon, do you think Jack needs to be changed?" Chandler says, sniffing the air.
"No, that's just dinner." I scowl at my husband, who does not appreciate my cooking skills. Since the babies were born, I've taken an ultra-extended maternity leave, and don't go back until next March, if I go back at all. With the babies underfoot, I can't cook very well, so most of the time, we end up having frozen dinners.
"Sorry, babe." Chandler scoots down to my end of the couch and kisses my cheek. I take his hand in mine, and we sit side by side in front of our children.
Erica wiggles around on the mat quickly, bumping into her brother nonstop. Jack, however, has been lying down for the past few minutes. I pick him up and set him on my lap. Erica immediately begins crying, so Chandler picks her up.
"Chandler, Jack feels like he's lost some weight."
"I'm sure he's fine."
"Okay, Chandler. Come on, Jack, let's go make dinner."
I pick up Jack and walk to the kitchen. I begin to stir the pasta sauce right as Jack begins getting fidgety. I set him on the ground and let him crawl (or lie).
I am about to set everything on the dining room table when I hear desperate crying in the other room. I rush to see what's happened. Chandler and Erica are right behind me.
Jack is sitting on the floor with a bloody knee.
"Oh, my God, Jack!" I rush to my son, picking him up and holding him. "How did you get so hurt? Let's go clean you up."
Fifteen minutes later, Jack is still bleeding. No matter how much pressure I put on his knee, it keeps bleeding. Finally, the blood stops, and a very unenergetic Jack falls asleep. After putting the kids to bed, Chandler and I sit down at the table.
"I don't understand. How could he have cut himself?"
"Well…" Chandler coughs.
"Well, what?" I say impatiently.
"I left some office stuff on the floor after I finished doing paperwork last night. Maybe he found a paperclip, or got a paper-cut."
"Fine," I glare at my husband.
"Why did it take so long to get Jack to bed?"
"He was bleeding for a long time." Chandler stares incredulously at me. "I'm worried, Chandler. He's been sleepy and unenergetic all week."
"Maybe he has a cold."
"I'm going to call the doctor tomorrow morning, okay, sweetie?"
"Fine, but I'm telling you, Mon, it's nothing."
"I hope so, Chandler." I walk around the table and grab my husband's hand. We walk up to our room, turn out the lights, and fall asleep in each others' arms.