Chandler was allowed to go home a couple days later.
"I think it would be better if things went back to how they were three years ago," Dr. Cane told his friends. "It would help his recovery."
"Three years ago Chandler was living with me," Joey pointed out.
"But he's my husband," Monica stated.
"Your husband doesn't even know that we know you're dating."
Monica huffed.
"Okay," Joey exclaimed walking into Chandler's room. "Ready to go home?"
Chandler nodded.
Monica and Rachel had left early and hidden every sign of married life in Monica and Chandler's apartment.
"I guess I'm moving back in," Rachel smiled.
"Good," Monica said. "I've missed you."
Everyone stayed at Monica and Chandler's (or now Monica and Rachel's) for dinner that night. They tried to make it seem normal for Chandler's sake, but failed.
Chandler declared he was tired earlier than usual, signaling toward Monica to meet him in his room later. This exchange hadn't gone unnoticed by the others and they tried their hardest not to laugh. It was hilarious watching a married couple sneak around when you knew exactly what was going on.
Joey was next to leave. Apparently he had an audition early the next morning.
"I'm going to go sneak into my husband's room," Monica laughed. "Try not to trash the place too bad."
Her friends chuckled as she walked across the hall and into Chandler's room.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she crawled into bed next to him.
He put his arm around her. "How can I be so lucky?"
"Huh?" she turned to look up at him.
"Okay, well having you as my girlfriend for a couple months, that's pretty great. But having someone as wonderful and beautiful as you be mine for three and a half years... That's just something that doesn't happen to me."
"I'm luckier," Monica reached up to rub his cheek.
He leaned down and kissed her. "I wish I could remember every time we kissed."
"You will," she told him. "It'll just take time. And, until then, you have three years to make up for."
"Oh, then I better get started."
The next morning, Monica was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for everyone. Chandler was the last to come in.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she smiled at him.
He groaned.
"I made your favorite; chocolate chip pancakes."
"Thanks, Mon," he took a seat.
"Do you want some juice with that, sweetie?" Monica asked, handing him a plate of pancakes.
Chandler looked at her with wide eyes. It took her a minute to remember he thought no one knew about them.
"Sweet tea. Do you want some juice with that or sweet tea?" Monica covered. Rachel laughed.
Chandler ignored Rachel. "I'll have juice, thank you."
Phoebe, Joey, Rachel and Ross left for work while Chandler was finishing his breakfast.
"I thought they'd never leave," Chandler said, getting up and kissing Monica.
"I know," she played along.
"So maybe we could get some time together tonight. You know, maybe say we're doing laundry."
Monica thought to herself that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. She missed sneaking around with Chandler. It had been so exciting. So mischievous. So wrong.
"I'd like that."
He kissed her again, this time with a little more passion and a little more love and a little more of the Chandler he had been before the accident.
A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to update my stories. Please don't hate me. I've been really busy, but I'll write more now.