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Chapter Seven
disclaimer: they aren't mine. That's it, that's all there is to say.
"You met a GUY!" Rachel screeched happily as Monica told her of her encounter with Chandler.
"Rachel," Monica said in warning tone, "Not a guy in that way. He's just gonna be around to do the dad stuff with the kids."
Rachel laughed, "Whatever, Monica. He's still a guy. And a guy offering to do all that stuff? He's OBVIOUSLY likes you."
Monica shook her head, "He was sitting next to Richard on the plane, Rach. He feels like he owes him, or something. I don't know."
"Sure, Mon," Rachel said, smiling, "Call me after you guys sleep together, okay? And I guarantee it'll be soon."
Monica shook her head. Someone needed to teach Rachel a little thing called tact.
***
"Mommy, Mommy," Micaela cried as she ran through the house to her mother, "There's a stra'ger at the door!"
Monica laughed, knowing this was around the time Chandler was due to arrive for dinner. "No, sweetie, that's just Mommy's friend. Come here, we'll let him in together."
Monica lead Micaela to the door, and called for Ryan. Then she opened the door, revealing Chandler. "Hey," he said smiling warmly. Then, he bent down on the one knee so that he was Micaela's height, "And you," he said, gently, "Must be Micaela."
Micaela blushed and buried her head into her mother's skirt. "Say hi, honey," Monica urged.
Micaela smiled shyly at Chandler, "Hi," she said softly, "What's your name?"
"My name is Chandler," Chandler said, happy Micaela seemed to like him.
Micaela giggled, "Chandler. That's a funny name."
Chandler grinned, "You know what?" he said, "My last name is even funnier."
Micaela's eyes grew wide, "Really?" she asked.
Chandler nodded, "Yup. My last name is Bing!"
Micaela giggled even harder, "Bing," she laughed, "That is funny."
Monica smiled at her daughter, "Honey," she said, "Why don't you go get your brother so he can meet Chandler." Micaela nodded and dashed upstairs.
"Thanks for coming," Monica said, "How's your apartment?"
Chandler shrugged, "It's an apartment," he laughed, "And a bachelor's apartment at that. It's nothing compared to this place," he said, gesturing to Monica's immaculate, tastefully decorated home.
Monica blushed, "Well....."
Chandler smiled, "I'm just playing," he said, "Your house is gorgeous."
At Chandler's words, Ryan and Micaela appeared at the top of the steps, Ryan with a disgusted look on his face. "Who is THAT?" he spat out. He hadn't taken too kindly to most men lately.
"Ryan....." Monica warned, "This is my friend, Chandler."
Ryan eyed Chandler cautiously as he made his way down the stairs, "Why're you here?" he asked.
Monica laughed at her son's obvious over-protectiveness. "Honey, Chandler's here to hang out with us a little bit. He's going to stay for dinner tonight. Would you like that?"
Ryan shrugged, "Whatever, I guess."
Monica sighed. This was going to take awhile.
***
'Topics for seven-year-old, topics for a seven-year-old,' Chandler thought at dinner that night as he frantically racked his brain for a conversation starter with Ryan. Suddenly, it came to him, 'Sports!'
"So, Ryan," Chandler said, a bit hesitantly, "Do you like the Yankees?"
Ryan looked at him a bit skeptically, "Do you?" he said, in a testing voice.
Chandler grinned, "Sure do. I used to live in the city, before I moved to Philly. I used to go to games and everything."
Ryan's eyes grew excited, "Really?" he asked.
Chandler nodded, "Sure did. Maybe, if your mom will let me, I can take you down to a game some day."
Ryan whipped around to face his mother, "Can I, Mom? Can I?"
Monica laughed, "You just opened up a can of worms, there, Chandler," she said.
He shrugged, "Don't listen to your mom, Ryan. You and I, we'll have a great time." He winked at Monica, he smiled back and mouthed, "Thank you."
For the rest of dinner, Ryan and Chandler chatted animatedly about the Yankees, and the Knicks, and Monica noticed something.
It was the first time Ryan had laughed in months.
***
"All right, Ry, let's get you up to bed," Monica said, hours later.
"But Mooooooom," Ryan whined, "Chandler and I were just talking about last weeks' game-"
Monica laughed, "No buts, honey. But maybe Chandler can read you and Cae a bedtime story," she said, glancing at Chandler hopefully.
Chandler nodded at Monica, "I'd be happy to, guys," he said, "Come on, let's head up."
***
Once the kids were in bed, Chandler and Monica headed downstairs, settling down on the couch, "Are you sure you weren't a dad in a past life or something?" Monica asked.
Chandler laughed, "I'm sure," he said, "Believe me, before this I hadn't done anything."
Monica shook her head, "Well, you're a natural. I think Ryan really likes you."
Chandler smiled. "Thanks," he said, "But.....I hope he understands I'm not trying to replace his dad, though."
Monica nodded, "So do I. But I think he does. If he thought you were, I think he would've been a lot colder. My brother.....well, he tried to have some "dad" talk with Ryan the other day. That did not receive a good reaction from Ryan."
Chandler nodded, "I guess if I were him, I wouldn't be too thrilled about that. I'm sure he still misses his real dad."
Monica nodded again, "Still, thank you. I think tonight was the first time I've seen Ryan smile in quite awhile."
Chandler laughed, "That's good, then. And don't thank me. I'm happy to do it. Watching you.....I mean, having kids is pretty amazing, isn't it?"
Monica glanced at him, attempting to contemplate what he was getting at. "Yeah," she said softly, "It is."
Chandler smiled, "And you get the have that amazing feeling, every day, of being a parent. I don't get that. But hanging around with Ryan and Micaela.......well, that produces a good feeling, too. So I'm happy to do it."
Monica was touched, "Thank you," she whispered. Chandler grinned softly, and put his hand over hers, both of them staring deeply into each other's eyes.
"No problem," In that instant, Chandler wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss her. His mind skipped between that feeling, and the feeling of knowing it was completely wrong to do so. Still.....the sight of those gorgeous blue eyes, and her amazing smile.......it was killing him. 'No,' he told himself, 'This is Richard's widow, you don't go kissing her'.
But then a new voice crossed his head, 'Look at that smile, look at the face...." And Chandler leaned over. His heart beating, pulse racing, he leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers.
You know what everyone says about first kisses? How they're the most scary, nerve wracking time of your life, but at the same time they're also the most amazing? Well, as Chandler deepened his kiss, he realized one thing. His first kiss was nothing compared to this.
Please review! Please, please, please!
Chapter Seven
disclaimer: they aren't mine. That's it, that's all there is to say.
"You met a GUY!" Rachel screeched happily as Monica told her of her encounter with Chandler.
"Rachel," Monica said in warning tone, "Not a guy in that way. He's just gonna be around to do the dad stuff with the kids."
Rachel laughed, "Whatever, Monica. He's still a guy. And a guy offering to do all that stuff? He's OBVIOUSLY likes you."
Monica shook her head, "He was sitting next to Richard on the plane, Rach. He feels like he owes him, or something. I don't know."
"Sure, Mon," Rachel said, smiling, "Call me after you guys sleep together, okay? And I guarantee it'll be soon."
Monica shook her head. Someone needed to teach Rachel a little thing called tact.
***
"Mommy, Mommy," Micaela cried as she ran through the house to her mother, "There's a stra'ger at the door!"
Monica laughed, knowing this was around the time Chandler was due to arrive for dinner. "No, sweetie, that's just Mommy's friend. Come here, we'll let him in together."
Monica lead Micaela to the door, and called for Ryan. Then she opened the door, revealing Chandler. "Hey," he said smiling warmly. Then, he bent down on the one knee so that he was Micaela's height, "And you," he said, gently, "Must be Micaela."
Micaela blushed and buried her head into her mother's skirt. "Say hi, honey," Monica urged.
Micaela smiled shyly at Chandler, "Hi," she said softly, "What's your name?"
"My name is Chandler," Chandler said, happy Micaela seemed to like him.
Micaela giggled, "Chandler. That's a funny name."
Chandler grinned, "You know what?" he said, "My last name is even funnier."
Micaela's eyes grew wide, "Really?" she asked.
Chandler nodded, "Yup. My last name is Bing!"
Micaela giggled even harder, "Bing," she laughed, "That is funny."
Monica smiled at her daughter, "Honey," she said, "Why don't you go get your brother so he can meet Chandler." Micaela nodded and dashed upstairs.
"Thanks for coming," Monica said, "How's your apartment?"
Chandler shrugged, "It's an apartment," he laughed, "And a bachelor's apartment at that. It's nothing compared to this place," he said, gesturing to Monica's immaculate, tastefully decorated home.
Monica blushed, "Well....."
Chandler smiled, "I'm just playing," he said, "Your house is gorgeous."
At Chandler's words, Ryan and Micaela appeared at the top of the steps, Ryan with a disgusted look on his face. "Who is THAT?" he spat out. He hadn't taken too kindly to most men lately.
"Ryan....." Monica warned, "This is my friend, Chandler."
Ryan eyed Chandler cautiously as he made his way down the stairs, "Why're you here?" he asked.
Monica laughed at her son's obvious over-protectiveness. "Honey, Chandler's here to hang out with us a little bit. He's going to stay for dinner tonight. Would you like that?"
Ryan shrugged, "Whatever, I guess."
Monica sighed. This was going to take awhile.
***
'Topics for seven-year-old, topics for a seven-year-old,' Chandler thought at dinner that night as he frantically racked his brain for a conversation starter with Ryan. Suddenly, it came to him, 'Sports!'
"So, Ryan," Chandler said, a bit hesitantly, "Do you like the Yankees?"
Ryan looked at him a bit skeptically, "Do you?" he said, in a testing voice.
Chandler grinned, "Sure do. I used to live in the city, before I moved to Philly. I used to go to games and everything."
Ryan's eyes grew excited, "Really?" he asked.
Chandler nodded, "Sure did. Maybe, if your mom will let me, I can take you down to a game some day."
Ryan whipped around to face his mother, "Can I, Mom? Can I?"
Monica laughed, "You just opened up a can of worms, there, Chandler," she said.
He shrugged, "Don't listen to your mom, Ryan. You and I, we'll have a great time." He winked at Monica, he smiled back and mouthed, "Thank you."
For the rest of dinner, Ryan and Chandler chatted animatedly about the Yankees, and the Knicks, and Monica noticed something.
It was the first time Ryan had laughed in months.
***
"All right, Ry, let's get you up to bed," Monica said, hours later.
"But Mooooooom," Ryan whined, "Chandler and I were just talking about last weeks' game-"
Monica laughed, "No buts, honey. But maybe Chandler can read you and Cae a bedtime story," she said, glancing at Chandler hopefully.
Chandler nodded at Monica, "I'd be happy to, guys," he said, "Come on, let's head up."
***
Once the kids were in bed, Chandler and Monica headed downstairs, settling down on the couch, "Are you sure you weren't a dad in a past life or something?" Monica asked.
Chandler laughed, "I'm sure," he said, "Believe me, before this I hadn't done anything."
Monica shook her head, "Well, you're a natural. I think Ryan really likes you."
Chandler smiled. "Thanks," he said, "But.....I hope he understands I'm not trying to replace his dad, though."
Monica nodded, "So do I. But I think he does. If he thought you were, I think he would've been a lot colder. My brother.....well, he tried to have some "dad" talk with Ryan the other day. That did not receive a good reaction from Ryan."
Chandler nodded, "I guess if I were him, I wouldn't be too thrilled about that. I'm sure he still misses his real dad."
Monica nodded again, "Still, thank you. I think tonight was the first time I've seen Ryan smile in quite awhile."
Chandler laughed, "That's good, then. And don't thank me. I'm happy to do it. Watching you.....I mean, having kids is pretty amazing, isn't it?"
Monica glanced at him, attempting to contemplate what he was getting at. "Yeah," she said softly, "It is."
Chandler smiled, "And you get the have that amazing feeling, every day, of being a parent. I don't get that. But hanging around with Ryan and Micaela.......well, that produces a good feeling, too. So I'm happy to do it."
Monica was touched, "Thank you," she whispered. Chandler grinned softly, and put his hand over hers, both of them staring deeply into each other's eyes.
"No problem," In that instant, Chandler wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss her. His mind skipped between that feeling, and the feeling of knowing it was completely wrong to do so. Still.....the sight of those gorgeous blue eyes, and her amazing smile.......it was killing him. 'No,' he told himself, 'This is Richard's widow, you don't go kissing her'.
But then a new voice crossed his head, 'Look at that smile, look at the face...." And Chandler leaned over. His heart beating, pulse racing, he leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers.
You know what everyone says about first kisses? How they're the most scary, nerve wracking time of your life, but at the same time they're also the most amazing? Well, as Chandler deepened his kiss, he realized one thing. His first kiss was nothing compared to this.
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