Simply Complicated ~ Epilogue
Holy crap I wasn't expecting that many reviews…thank you all sooooo much :) this has been such a long week so far and it cheered me up when I got home from school yesterday and had a bunch of reviews in my inbox. So you convinced me…an epilogue, yay! And thanks again for all the reviews, you people made my day. Okay, so I only said that like that cuz it rhymes, but I really mean it…and now I gotta go before I get too mushy on you…I'll save the mush for the fic. Oh, and congratulations to Kate cuz she knew the "just wait longer…" line was from Ace Ventura :) And one last thing…the song in this is "Just Another Day in Paradise" by Phil Vassar and it just kinda fit. Okay, okay, I'll shut up…
"You wanted the dog, not me," Chandler mumbled, burying his head in the pillow, trying to drown out the sound of the dog barking.
Monica laughed, "You're gonna be late, ya know."
Chandler looked up at the alarm clock and moaned, "Crap." He stood up, going to take a shower. "Toby, shut up!" he yelled at the dog, walking over to the bathroom. (Andrea-Toby!…I don't think he knows that's him…Toby! Nope…LOL…aww, freshman year gym class, good times…)
"Josh, stop it!" came the muffled yell through the door just as the sound of the phone ringing added to the noise of the dog's barking and the kids' yelling.
"Mom, it's for you," Gracie, who was five, ran into their room with the phone. "And tell Josh to leave me alone." Josh and Gracie were twins and three years younger than Melia. Monica and Chandler had gotten married the year after Melia was born, on what would have been their two-year anniversary if they had started dating after London.
"Josh, leave Gracie alone," Monica warned, walking out into the hall and taking the phone from her. "Hello?" Monica sighed, realizing it was a salesman, wondering why they would call so early. "No, I don't need my carpets cleaned…Why not?" she paused. "Um, we have dirt floors," she quipped before hanging up on him.
"Josh, give it back!" Gracie whined, coming into the kitchen where Monica now was. "Mom, he won't give me back my doll."
"Well she won't leave me alone."
"Because he won't give me my doll!"
"Josh, give Gracie back her doll. Gracie, tell Melia to come down and eat breakfast, and then both of you go get dressed and brush your teeth."
"Morning, gorgeous," Chandler whispered, walking up behind her.
"Morning," she returned his smile with an exasperated smile of her own as he walked over to the refrigerator.
"So, we're still on for tonight, right?" he asked, taking a drink of milk right out of the carton.
"Chandler!" she scolded, but couldn't help but laugh at the face he made as he looked at the expiration date on the side of the carton.
"Wow, this expired a week ago," he twisted the cap back on before putting it back into the refrigerator.
"God, you're worse than the kids."
"What?"
Monica just shook her head, "Yes, we're still on for tonight."
"Okay, great. Jacket," he looked around. "Only I left it upstairs. Be right back."
"Mom, where's my blue sweatshirt?" Melia walked into the kitchen.
"Um, I think it's in the dryer, why don't you go check," she said, going over to the refrigerator to throw the milk out.
"Um, Mom?" Melia yelled from the laundry room.
"Yeah?"
"Um, you might wanna come here for a second…"
"Why, you can't find it? It should be…" Monica trailed off, seeing the water-covered floor. "Oh my god."
"I think the washing machine's broken," Melia grabbed her sweatshirt from on top of the dryer, wading back through the water.
"Err!" Monica moaned in frustration, kicking the washing machine.
"What?" Chandler walked in. "Shit."
"Don't cuss."
"Sorry," he apologized. "So, um, we need a new washer?"
"We can't afford a new washer," Monica sighed, kicking it again.
"Tell ya what, I'll take a look at it this weekend and see if I can fix it," he said. "What?" he asked off her doubtful look.
"How many things have you said that about?"
"'Bout a million," he answered honestly. "Well, I gotta go, I'm already late," he kissed her. "Love you."
"Love you," she replied, "See you tonight."
The kids screamin, phone ringin
Dog barkin at the mailman brining that stack of bills, overdue
Good morning, baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it, promise I'll fix it
Along with 'bout a million other things
Well, it's okay, it's so nice
Just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts, one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord, everynight
Oooh, for just another day in paradise
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Monica ran though the door. "Something caught on fire at the restaurant, and," she sighed. "It was a very long night." Monica looked around. "Where's Ashley?" she asked, referring to the fact that the babysitter wasn't there.
"I told her to go home. Our reservations were for an hour ago…"
"I'm so sorry, Chandler. Nothing's going right today," she slumped down in the chair next to his, about to cry. (AN~um, sorry to side-track, but have you ever wondered why you sit in a chair but you sit on a couch? I mean, no one says that they sit in a couch…but you can say you sit in a chair or on a chair…yep, just somethin to think about…)
"Babe, don't cry," Chandler whispered, moving closer to her. "Tell ya what…I ordered pizza for the kids and there's a few pieces left…And I know we have some candles around here somewhere…"
"You're the best, you know that," Monica smiled.
"That's what I pride myself on," he grinned back, causing Monica to laugh.
"Not bad for a little improvisation," Chandler said as they finished eating.
"Nope. And I have an idea for what we can do next, too," she smiled seductively, running her foot up and down his leg. "Are the kids asleep?"
"Yep," he smiled back, standing up and pulling Monica with him.
"I love you," Monica whispered before kissing him as they moved up the stairs and into their bedroom,
"I love you, too," Chandler replied, looking her in the eye as they moved over to the bad.
"They're gonna get me!" Gracie ran in, jumping up onto the bed and causing them to break apart.
"Who's gonna get you?"
"The bad guys," she crawled under the covers, "Can I sleep in here with you?"
Chandler looked up at Monica, smiling in apology. "Sure."
Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant, you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B, looks like
Dominos pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tiptoe to our room
And make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Momma and Daddy, me and my teddy
Comin' to sleep in-between
"Sorry tonight sucked," Monica whispered, looking up from watching Gracie, who was asleep between them.
"Just another day in paradise," Chandler smiled in return. "Seriously, though, it didn't suck. It didn't quite go as planned, but it didn't suck."
"And we have forever to make up for it, right?"
"Right," he smiled back. "And I don't think I'd trade all this for the world."
Monica just smiled in return, "Lord knows I wouldn't either," she looked back down at Gracie.
"I love you so much," Chandler whispered, watching Monica.
"Right back at ya, Bing," Monica said, causing Chandler to laugh. "Good-night."
"Night," he replied, watching as Gracie rolled over, moving closer to him.
'Yep,' he thought, 'Just another day in Paradise.'
Well, it's okay, it's so nice
Just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts, one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord, everynight
Oooh, for just another day in paradise
Just another day in paradise
And that's it. Yeah, that might not've been all the great but it was just to wrap things up and I've always wanted to use that song…so I did : ) but newayz, thanks so much for reading this and please review