A/N: I got this idea while watching The One with the Christmas in Tulsa. I'm kind of new to friends and, sadly, I didn't watch the episodes as they aired (I was 4 when the series finale aired), but I became obsessed with it after watching one episode. I still have some catching up to do, but I've seen most of the episodes. Monica and Chandler are such a cute couple and, though I love the twins, I really wish they would've had a baby of their own. So this is what I think should've happened. Also, this story starts out around the time of The One with the Blind Dates. Chandler never quit his job in Tulsa.
Chandler's POV
"Honey, I'm home," I called as I walked into their apartment after my long flight home from Tulsa. I shrugged out of my coat and looked around, wondering where my wife was. I frowned as I dropped my suitcase by the front door, it was only eight o'clock, so there is no way she'd be at work at this time, or asleep, and Monica usually greeted me right when I got home. I sighed, deciding not to worry about it, and walked into the living room.
I was just about to sit on the couch when he noticed a note addressed to him sat on the coffee-table, I recognised the neat and tidy handwriting as Monica's immediately, so I read it eagerly, my smile growing wider as I read what she'd written. Dropping the note back onto the table, I walked over to the windows, noticing that the curtains were already closed. I grinned and climbed out the small window.
Monica had certainly been busy, many dozens of mixed candles had been lit and dotted around the balcony, the tiny, golden flames flickering in the warm, summery breeze, all of their blankets and quilts lay on the floor, creating a soft, plush carpet of sorts, and many pillows had been piled up. A bottle of fine looking wine stood on the table beside two tall wine glasses, but more than anything, my eyes were drawn to the gaze of Monica's intense blue eyes as she sat on the pillows, wearing a silk, black night robe and a sly, seductive smile.
"What's all this?" I asked, grinning.
"I'm ovulating," she hinted. And then we did the same thing we always did when she spoke those two words.