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Sorry updates haven't been as quick, it's just been busy...like always. I'm not sure if I'll update tomorrow, probably not. Friday I can't either because I'm spending the day with my family and grandma, we are saying our goodbyes. Then Saturday I'm leaving for the Christmas parade in Chicago! YAY! But Sunday I'm free :) As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I wasn't sure what to write and well this came up...

Oh, and this probably won't be that good in the beginning because I refreshed my page as I was on the page and so it erased all that I had written. I tried to remember it. It may not be as well written as it was before but you will never know so...read on.

Monica looked at her, surprised written all over her face.

"Do you think Santa will bring her?" Peyton asked

"I-I don't know sweetie." She said "We'll just have to wait and see." Monica tried not to sound too regretful. Peyton lunged forward and hugged her "Why didn't you want Chandler to know what you wanted?"

She shrugged, leaning back against the couch "I don't know." She said looking down at the pattern on the couch "I was afraid he would get mad."

"Why would he get mad?" Monica asked confused

"Cause maybe it was a bad present to ask for and he would think that he isn't good enough." She said looking up

Monica brushed back her hair slightly "Honey, Chandler is very nice. He would never think that." She told her "You can tell him anything." Then she paused, thinking "Are you sure Santa could bring you her in time? It could take a while, and maybe she won't get here." She said worried if something were to happen between her and Chandler before Christmas.

Peyton nodded "Maybe she will." She kept hopeful as she jumped off the couch and across the apartment to the door leaving Monica to her thoughts. But the words kept ringing though her head 'I want a mom for Christmas'. What if it wouldn't come to that before Christmas? But most importantly, how will Chandler take this?

Chandler lied in bed with Monica later that night. She was cuddled close to his side with his arm wrapped around her, shielding out the cold air. He took in the smell of her sweet scent just before he leaned down to kiss her "You never got a chance to tell me what Peyton wanted for Christmas..." He broke away

Her body tensed up slightly. Monica wasn't sure if she should tell him what she asked for. She didn't want him having pressure of giving her a mom or freaking out about the possibility. She tried to avoid the question and leaned up, kissing him deeply. "Hmmm." She moaned

"Mon?" Chandler broke away, but Monica's lips were soon back on his. "Babe..."

Monica climbed on top of him kissing him passionately while pinning his hands up over his head. "I love you so much..." She continued to kiss him

"Mon," Chandler pushed away slightly "What aren't you telling me?"

"What?"

"Why are you avoiding the question?" He asked

Monica sighed rolling off him.

"Was it that bad?" He asked sensing it was from the way she was acting.

"No, no it wasn't bad." She rolled over on her side facing him

"Then what did she ask for?"

After a minute of silence she decided that she couldn't keep it from him any longer and told him "She asked for a mom." She said softly

Monica noticed Chandler hasn't said anything for a while. She looked over "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath "Yeah." He looked up at the ceiling as he lied on his back. Not realizing right away how this may have affected Monica. He looked at her and asked "Are you okay?"

She nodded "I was a little shocked at first but yeah, I'm okay now." She told him with a smile

"It didn't make you think that-"

"No-No," She assured him laughing "No..."

"Wow, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad." He felt a little offended by the way she answered quickly.

"Oh God, no it's not bad..." Monica tried to rephrase "I just mean that I don't know if we are quite ready for that kind of commitment." She paused "Are we?"

"No, not just yet." He smiled at her, rolling over and lying on top of her.

Monica reached up, smoothing down his hair. She ran her hands down the side of his face before they fell back on her chest.

"You know what time it is?" He asked her

Monica looked over at the clock "4:10."

Chandler smiled "No, I mean do you know what time it is?"

Monica grinned wrapping her arms around him "It's time I get you all to myself."

He leaned down and kissed her.

Chandler felt the bed shift and he knew Monica was getting up "Where are you going?" He asked opening his eyes to see her sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket as she gathered her clothes.

"I'm going back to my apartment." She told him simply

"Why?" He asked rubbing small circles on her back.

"Because I don't want Cameron to see me walk out of your room in the morning." She answered

"Mon, he's a teenager, he'll understand. Besides, he probably already heard you in here..."

Monica gasped, slapping him on the thigh.

Chandler smiled "I'm sorry but you aren't always quiet when it comes to the nights you spend with me." He joked

"It's not my fault you are so good." She put on her bra and pants. "It's six in the morning anyway, I have to start getting ready." She turned over facing Chandler and giving him a sweet kiss goodbye.

"I hate seeing you leave." He said softly

"I'm sorry."

"Why don't you move in with us?" He asked

Monica sighed looking at him "I can't." She said sympathetically

"Why not?" He asked propping himself up on his elbow.

"Because there is just not enough room for the four of us."

"We can make room." He said trying to convince her

Monica shook her head "I don't want you to feel cramped. Just focus on Cameron and Peyton right now until after the holiday's, don't worry about me." She kissed him again "We're fine." She smiled before leaving

"I love you."

Monica opened the door and looked back "I know."

"Sam, please put your phone away." Monica said exhausted, not getting much sleep the night before.

Sam turned it off and put it back in her pocket "Sorry." She apologized

"Can someone please tell me what the answer to number 7 is?" She asked for what seemed like the third time in the last ten minutes.

No one raised their hand.

"Can someone tell me the answer to number 8?" She moved on

Again, no one raised their hand.

Monica sighed "Get out your books and turn to page 238." She instructed

Down the hall Chandler was also trying to teach his class the same lesson.

"John, you got any questions on yesterday's homework assignment?" He asked

"Mr. Bing, you know I always have questions." John said getting out his worksheet.

Chandler nodded knowing fairly well of that fact and picked up a piece of chalk ready to start on the problem when something stopped him in his place.

The fire alarms went off.

Everyone's head shot up as the eerie sound filled their ears.

"Okay, leave your stuff and head to the nearest exit!" He yelled over the loud alarm as everyone got up and headed to the door in a rushed-walking manner.

Chandler grabbed his fire safety bag and shut his classroom door before following the students out the building and across the parking lot to the football field/track where they would meet their teachers to take attendance making sure everyone got out.

"Amanda?" Chandler started to take roll

"Here."

"John?"

"Here."

"Chris?"

"Here."

"Alice?"

"Here."

"Cameron?" Chandler looked up from his chart to the students around him "Anybody seen Cameron?" He asked around

"Mr. Bing, he went to the bathroom." Alice reminded him

A panic rose up in Chandler. He quickly went to Monica and handed her his stuff "Hold this." He was about to walk towards the building when Monica stopped him

"Chandler you can't go back in there!" She grabbed his arm

"Cam's in there." He told her shrugging her off and rushing back in the building

"Chan-Mr. Bing!" She yelled after him but he was already far gone.

He rushed back in the building past the fire department and in the empty hallways.

Stopping he looked both ways not knowing which bathroom he went to. "Cam!?" He called out.

He could see a little bit or smoke coming from the right. He hurried down that way and to the boys bathroom.

Running in the room he saw Cameron leaned over the sink trying to breath as thin smoke came down from the ceiling.

"Cameron." He rushed to his side and touched his back "Where is your inhaler?" He asked with panic and worry.

"In-" He took a deep breath "My bag." He inhaled sharply.

Chandler wrapped his arm around him helping him out of the room.

Monica kept looking back at the school doors but neither of them came out.

Chandler got his school keys out to unlock the door. He hurried to Cam's bag and went into his front pocket, grabbing his inhaler.

Cameron took a few puffs before they continued out the door.

Monica saw them walk out and towards her "Are you okay?" She asked Cameron. Once he nodded she then turned to Chandler and smacked him on the chest "Don't ever do that again. You scared the hell out of me."

"Attention students and staff..." Came the voice over the intercom "Please return back to your classrooms. Teachers will get an email discussing further information."

Chandler looked over at Monica "Do they know what it is? There was smoke in the ventilation system." He told her as they stood there waiting as everyone else walked back in the building.

"I don't know. Check your email." She said turning back to Cameron "Are you sure you are okay?"

He nodded "It was just a little bit of smoke. It gets in my lungs easily that's all."

"You want some water?" She asked

"Monica, I'm fine." He assured her

"Did you just call her Monica?"

They all turned around to see their boss, the principle, standing there.

"Um..."

"He's my son. Monica is my girlfriend. It's okay." Chandler informed him

Mr. Burke shook his head "I'm afraid it's not. I want to see the two of you in my office after school." He walked back in the building.

They all followed soon after.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It just slipped."

"Cam, it's fine." They assured him

"I'm just glad you're okay." Monica smiled and patted him on the back.

"What was the cause of the fire alarms to go off Ms. Geller?" Christina asked once everyone was back in their classroom.

Monica scrolled through her emails right as the one sent to all teachers popped up in her inbox. She read thoroughly.

"It was caused by the odd heaters in the vents. They set off smoke and that was what caused them to go off." She told her class after reading the letter.

Everyone looked around "How is that even possible?" Tony asked

"I don't know." Monica looked up at the class "We got less than thirty minutes before lunch, I'll just call this a study hall. You can have your phones out, on silent, please try to keep it down."

There you go :) I have like 47 words on the next chapter with not much of an idea what to take the conversation to. But I won't jump ahead so you won't miss that discussion with Mr. Burke.

Oh and the fire alarms...it's possible. That is what happened at my school yesterday except it happened twice. Fire trucks showed up both times, second time not everyone was out on the track yet, haha they probably didn't make it back to the station before it went off an hour later. They called it a boiler...I figured it was a heater. The smoke, not sure about that but I wanted to bring back Cameron's asthma some how. And I felt like we all needed to read a little more Mondler lovin, I didn't want to change the rating which is why you got what you got. Please review!