Okay...this is a new fic that I've been working on awhile, it actually
isn't finished yet, though I have some ideas, but if people suggest stuff,
I might throw it in...so please read and review! I always post faster if I
get reviews! Oh, and Chandler is a bit out of character...but it's
necessary for the story and will all be explained later!
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own them...I don't.
(Note: Only thing you've got to know is that Ross and Chandler weren't college roommates. Oh, and Phoebe and Joey are married, but they don't have any kids.)
Chandler Bing fell back onto the couch, exhausted. He picked up the remote and turned on the television, happy he had a spare minute to actually watch it. Looking back, he realized this was the first time in practically a week he'd had time to himself. For the past three nights, Lauren had been sick, and she'd gotten it from Emily.who'd been sick four days herself. Chandler sighed and laid back. This whole father thing was no piece of cake.
It wasn't that he thought it would be. He always knew being a dad wasn't going to be one huge party. From the beginning he'd learned to take the bad stuff-to accept the fact that he had to change diapers and wipe snotty noses. But whenever one of his kids smiled at him or said, "I love you, Daddy," it made it all worth it. Of course, he always thought he'd have somebody to share in that happiness.
"Daddy?" Chandler's thoughts were interrupted as his four-year-old son Tyler came down the stairs.
Chandler sighed and stood up, "What's wrong, buddy boy?" he asked gently.
"Daddy, there's thunder. It's too scary. Can I sleep with you?"
"Are you sure you can't sleep in your own bed?"
"Yeah, Daddy, it's really scary," Tyler shuddered.
"Okay, bud," Chandler gave in and scooped his son up. He went upstairs to his bedroom and laid Tyler down in the bed, checking his watch. He might as well turn in. Chandler pulled back the covers and fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
He got only two hours of sleep before he was awoken by Emily and Lauren's screams. He jumped out of bed, checking to make sure that Tyler was still asleep. He was. After four years, Chandler had learned that his son could sleep through just about anything if he wanted to. Unfortunately, most of the time, he didn't want to.
Chandler went down the hall and entered the bedroom his two-year-old twins shared. They had just gotten toddler beds, but Chandler had put rails on the beds so they couldn't climb out. He pasted on a bright smile and kneeled down, "Hey baby girls, what's wrong?"
"Too loud, Daddy, too loud!" Lauren wailed.
"Scary, Daddy, scary!" Emily cried. Chandler sighed and lifted Emily out of bed, and then did the same with Lauren. He went over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and sat both girls on his lap, rocking gently back and forth. After an hour and many lullabies, he finally managed to get the twins to go back to sleep. He didn't get to sleep himself until about one AM.
Chandler tried. He really did. He tried his hardest, and he put all his effort into raising his kids. But, still, it wasn't nearly enough. He had scarcely enough energy for all three of them. It'd been two years since he'd had a co-parent. His two best friends, Joey and Phoebe, helped out tremendously and he could never repay them for all the hours they'd put into helping him with his kids. But still, it wasn't enough. If you had three kids, you were supposed to have two parents. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. That was what Chandler told himself practically every day. But just the fact that things weren't supposed to be this way didn't change the fact that they were.
The next day, Chandler threw on his jacket and tie and piled his kids into his car. After dropping them off at daycare, he drove into the city, wondering why he'd ever agreed to help plan a surprise party for Joey's thirtieth birthday. Didn't he have enough of his plate? In between dropping off kids and picking up kids, he had to hold down his full time job just so that he could support those kids. And he was trying to plan a party at the same time? He laughed-he did this to himself. But, whatever he felt now, he'd agreed to do it and he had to meet with the caterer. He pulled into the caterer's office, wondering how long this was going to take. He sunk into the chair in the office, exhausted. He'd been up all night with either Tyler, Emily or Lauren, and today didn't seem to be getting much better. As he glanced at the calendar on the wall, he realized the day was about to get ten times worse. He'd lost track of time and he hadn't really known what today was until he looked at the calendar. But today would have been his fifth wedding anniversary.
Chandler put his head in his hands and sighed. This day never got any easier. He pulled himself together and sat up as the caterer entered. "Hi, I'm Monica Geller," she said cheerfully.
Confused? Don't worry...it'll all be explained in Chapter Two...please review!
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own them...I don't.
(Note: Only thing you've got to know is that Ross and Chandler weren't college roommates. Oh, and Phoebe and Joey are married, but they don't have any kids.)
Chandler Bing fell back onto the couch, exhausted. He picked up the remote and turned on the television, happy he had a spare minute to actually watch it. Looking back, he realized this was the first time in practically a week he'd had time to himself. For the past three nights, Lauren had been sick, and she'd gotten it from Emily.who'd been sick four days herself. Chandler sighed and laid back. This whole father thing was no piece of cake.
It wasn't that he thought it would be. He always knew being a dad wasn't going to be one huge party. From the beginning he'd learned to take the bad stuff-to accept the fact that he had to change diapers and wipe snotty noses. But whenever one of his kids smiled at him or said, "I love you, Daddy," it made it all worth it. Of course, he always thought he'd have somebody to share in that happiness.
"Daddy?" Chandler's thoughts were interrupted as his four-year-old son Tyler came down the stairs.
Chandler sighed and stood up, "What's wrong, buddy boy?" he asked gently.
"Daddy, there's thunder. It's too scary. Can I sleep with you?"
"Are you sure you can't sleep in your own bed?"
"Yeah, Daddy, it's really scary," Tyler shuddered.
"Okay, bud," Chandler gave in and scooped his son up. He went upstairs to his bedroom and laid Tyler down in the bed, checking his watch. He might as well turn in. Chandler pulled back the covers and fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
He got only two hours of sleep before he was awoken by Emily and Lauren's screams. He jumped out of bed, checking to make sure that Tyler was still asleep. He was. After four years, Chandler had learned that his son could sleep through just about anything if he wanted to. Unfortunately, most of the time, he didn't want to.
Chandler went down the hall and entered the bedroom his two-year-old twins shared. They had just gotten toddler beds, but Chandler had put rails on the beds so they couldn't climb out. He pasted on a bright smile and kneeled down, "Hey baby girls, what's wrong?"
"Too loud, Daddy, too loud!" Lauren wailed.
"Scary, Daddy, scary!" Emily cried. Chandler sighed and lifted Emily out of bed, and then did the same with Lauren. He went over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and sat both girls on his lap, rocking gently back and forth. After an hour and many lullabies, he finally managed to get the twins to go back to sleep. He didn't get to sleep himself until about one AM.
Chandler tried. He really did. He tried his hardest, and he put all his effort into raising his kids. But, still, it wasn't nearly enough. He had scarcely enough energy for all three of them. It'd been two years since he'd had a co-parent. His two best friends, Joey and Phoebe, helped out tremendously and he could never repay them for all the hours they'd put into helping him with his kids. But still, it wasn't enough. If you had three kids, you were supposed to have two parents. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. That was what Chandler told himself practically every day. But just the fact that things weren't supposed to be this way didn't change the fact that they were.
The next day, Chandler threw on his jacket and tie and piled his kids into his car. After dropping them off at daycare, he drove into the city, wondering why he'd ever agreed to help plan a surprise party for Joey's thirtieth birthday. Didn't he have enough of his plate? In between dropping off kids and picking up kids, he had to hold down his full time job just so that he could support those kids. And he was trying to plan a party at the same time? He laughed-he did this to himself. But, whatever he felt now, he'd agreed to do it and he had to meet with the caterer. He pulled into the caterer's office, wondering how long this was going to take. He sunk into the chair in the office, exhausted. He'd been up all night with either Tyler, Emily or Lauren, and today didn't seem to be getting much better. As he glanced at the calendar on the wall, he realized the day was about to get ten times worse. He'd lost track of time and he hadn't really known what today was until he looked at the calendar. But today would have been his fifth wedding anniversary.
Chandler put his head in his hands and sighed. This day never got any easier. He pulled himself together and sat up as the caterer entered. "Hi, I'm Monica Geller," she said cheerfully.
Confused? Don't worry...it'll all be explained in Chapter Two...please review!
