Hi again! This chapter is kind of on the short side, but I promise, the next one is longgggggggg. I'll post it for you in a few days.

I probably should've mentioned this sooner: I don't want to spoil things, but I feel like I need to mention it, so I'm going to. This story gets pretty close to the M rating point for sexual situations eventually. I don't think it crosses that line (I tried to keep it less graphic), so I'm not going to change the rating. Just wanted to give you a heads up for the future in case you're not into such things. :)

Oh, and I had a question about Monica and Chandler not sharing a room, even though they're "married". The idea was that Grandma doesn't come up to the second floor (where they're sleeping) because she doesn't move around that great, and her bedroom is on the bottom floor. So if they had separate rooms, she'd never find out. Hope that clears it up a bit.

Thank you, for all the great reviews! They really do make me smile. :)

Friday, April 30, 1999 – 2:09 A.M.

Chandler got out of bed, headed downstairs, and retrieved a glass from the cabinet for water. He stood at the sink as he sipped it, thinking about Monica and that kiss.

He couldn't turn his mind off. All he could think about was the softness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, and how much he desperately wanted to taste more of her.

The attraction to her though wasn't just physical. Yes, she was beautiful, and hot, and sexy in about a million ways, but that wasn't the only thing that he was extremely attracted to.

Her kindness. She'd give her left leg to someone if they needed it. She wanted to take care of everyone, her friends, her family. He knew if he or anybody else in her life needed something, anything at all, she'd break her neck to get it.

Her smile. Sometimes, when she was watching TV or talking to one of their other friends, he'd watch her just to see her dazzling, captivating smile. And he got way too much pleasure in making her laugh. It was why he said most of the stupid things he did.

Her career. He couldn't wait to eat when she made any sort of meal for them, and if he was around while she was cooking, he loved to watch. She'd chop and stir and sauté and mix with very little effort, and it was a fascinating sight to be seen.

Her cleanliness. He teased her too often about having to have everything in its place, but truthfully, he thought it was adorable. He kept it secret from everybody that he loved the smell of the lemon cleaner, how nice and vacuumed the floors were, the tiles of her bathroom floor always sparkled.

Her heart. She had the biggest, caring heart he'd ever known. She loved hard and she loved fully. That's why she was broken into a million pieces when Richard and Pete were out of her life.

Her hair. God, he loved her hair. The smell of it, how beautifully dark it was. She was letting it grow long and he often dreamed of running his hands through it, one reason why he wanted to feel it when they kissed today.

Her eyes. The most gorgeous, sparkling blue contrasted so perfectly with her black hair. He loved to see them when just one lamp was on at night. They shined as bright as stars, and he'd love to get lost in them.

"Chandler?"

Water flew out of his cup, all over his hand, and all over the counter as his arms flew up and his hair stood up on his skin. He took in and let out a deep breath, trying to regulate his breathing again. The kitchen light blinded him as it suddenly turned on.

"Nanna," he said, his breathing quick, his heart pounding in his ears, "you scared me," he said, chuckling nervously. He grabbed a towel and started to sop up water that went in every direction, "Are you alright?"

She laughed at him, "Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. I just wanted some water," she said, pointing with her hand that wasn't holding the cane towards the sink.

He walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "Come sit, I'll get you some water."

She nodded and walked with him over to a dining room chair that he pulled out for her, "Thank you, darling," she said, out of breath from the short distance from her room to the kitchen.

Chandler returned moments later with a glass of water for her, then sat down next to her as he handed it to her. She took a long sip of the water and turned to place a wrinkled hand on his arm, "What were you thinking about so deeply?"

Chandler let a smile spread across his face, "I was uh," he leaned his head on his hand, "I was thinking about Monica."

She smiled at him like that thrilled her to no end, "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding at her, "I was."

She squeezed his forearm, "You are so in love with her," she replied, "I can see it all over your face.

Chandler pressed his lips together, moving the wedding band around with his thumb. He realized then, at the moment his grandmother said it, that yes, he was in love with her.

He, Chandler Bing, was in love with Monica Geller.

God, help him.

"When will you have children?"

He chuckled, "um, well, Monica wants them pretty soon," he said, "but I don't know if I'm ready," he sighed, "she'll be a great mom, Nanna, she will. She's made for it. But me?"

"Oh, son," she squeezed his arm again, "you're going to be an excellent father."

He swallowed nervously, "I hope so,"

"You will," she promised, "you'll take care of your family.

He nodded, "I will."

"Good," she pat his arm again and took another sip of her water.

"Are you ready for your big party?" Chandler asked her.

Nanna laughed, "I told your mother not to go to such a big fuss for little old me," she said, "although it did get you out here to see me, so I suppose a party will be okay."

He put his hands on hers, "I promise, I'll come out here and visit you more," he said.

"You and Monica?" She asked with a smile on her face.

He chuckled once, "Well, I'm not sure if she can get off of work each time, but I can check with her."

"It's good to get away together like this," she suggested, "and I can't hear anything from my room downstairs," she added.

Chandler felt heat come to his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair, then chuckled nervously.

She smiled at him and lifted her hand to cup his face, then began to stand. He stood too and wrapped his arm around her shoulders to help her.

"All right Nanna," he said moments later, then helped her sit on her bed. He began to stand to his full form, but she grabbed his arm to stop him. He squatted down and she cupped his face.

"I'm so proud of you," she said. Chandler turned his head and kissed her palm as she continued, "it seems like you married a wonderful, sweet woman."

"Yeah," Chandler said, "she's pretty great."

She reached down and took his left hand, squeezing his wedding band against his finger, "Remember what this means, what it stands for."

Chandler licked his lips and nodded, "I do, Nanna. I love her."

"I can tell that you do," she replied, and squeezed his hand again, "are you happy?"

He swallowed, nodded at her again, "I am."

"I want you to be happy," she said, "promise me that you'll stay with her, forever, and that you'll make her happy."

Chandler swallowed, "I promise," he whispered.

He stood now, and kissed her cheek, "I love you, Chandler," the old woman said.

He smiled, "I love you too, Nanna, goodnight."

Friday, April 30, 1999 – 7:36 A.M.

Chandler stood in the beautiful kitchen, stirring a cup of coffee, and staring out of the window.

He shut his eyes, telling himself for the millionth time to let it go. It was a kiss between friends.

But he couldn't get it off his mind. It had turned his entire world upside down.

The feel of her, the taste of her lips, her mouth.

The way white-hot want spread throughout him.

It took over his every thought, his every feeling.

He wanted her. All he wanted was her.

"Good morning darling," Nora said, startling him, "I didn't think you would be up yet."

He turned towards his mother fully, "had a hard time sleeping," Chandler replied softly, "It's so quiet here. You don't realize how much you need the city noise until you aren't around it," He turned back to the coffee pot and pulled down another cup, "coffee?" He asked.

"Yes, please," Nora replied, sitting on one of the island stools, "that's what kept you awake?"

Chandler still didn't look at her, "Yeah." He wished the conversation would stop there, but he knew better. "Do you want cream and sugar?"

"Just cream," Nora replied, "do you have something on your mind, sweetie?"

He nodded and finally turned back to her, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You seem like you've got something on your mind," she took the coffee cup from him, "or someone."

His eyes met his mother's, "Ah, well," he said, shaking his head a little, "it doesn't matter."

"Why do you say that?"

He shrugged a shoulder and sipped his coffee, "It's just a little crush, Mom." He looked away again, not wanting to show her his face, "I'll get over it eventually."

Nora pressed her lips together for a second and shook her head, "I think it's a little more than that."

Chandler shook his head, "We're just friends. Monica doesn't feel that way about me. I know she cares about me, and I know she loves me in the only way that she can. She's not attracted to me, she's not even a little bit interested in going on a date. There's no point in telling her how I feel," he shrugged a shoulder, "she doesn't feel the same way."

"How do you know that?" Nora replied emphatically, "if you don't tell her, how do you know what she's going to say?"

"I know her, Mom," he said, his voice slightly louder, "I can tell exactly what she thinks," He rolled his eyes.

"You're in love with her."

Chandler shut his eyes, "Why do you think that?"

"I saw the way you looked at her, Chandler. It's all in your eyes, in your face." He looked down, away from the all-knowing eyes of his mother, "Why don't you tell her how you feel?"

"It's pointless," he said, defeated.

"What does that mean?" Nora asked.

"I mean I told her one time that I would be her boyfriend, and she laughed. She thought the idea was ridiculous." He sighed, shrugged his shoulders. "She doesn't think of me that way."

Nora turned her head at her son, "You love her."

He didn't know when his small crush turned into love, but it had like a bullet train.

Nora smiled at his shocked expression, then looked down, stirring her coffee, "She means the world to you, I can tell, and that's not just a crush. That's love, and you need to tell her before it's too late."

Chandler finally figured out how to speak again, his heart racing, "I don't know how to tell her," he admitted softly. Nora opened her mouth to speak again but stopped when Monica walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," She stretched her arms upwards and smiled. She dragged her hand along the beautiful granite countertops.

"Morning Mon," Chandler said. He glanced at his mom, then turned back to the counter to make a cup of coffee for Monica.

"Good morning honey," Nora said, lifting her eyebrows slightly at Chandler, "how did you sleep?"

"Oh, like a baby," Monica said, the smile never left her face, "that bed and the quiet was so wonderful. I already can't wait for bed again tonight," she giggled.

Chandler chuckled, "Coffee?"

"Oh, yes please," she smiled at him and took the coffee cup, her fingertips brushed him as the ceramic cup was passed. He watched her and gripped his coffee cup a little harder as she let the brown liquid pass her lips, "I swear, I don't know how you get my coffee so delicious," she took another sip and allowed the hot liquid to run down her throat.

"It's the only thing I can make," he replied, leaning on the counter.

She giggled, "But you do it so well," she said, "I think you could out coffee Gunther."

"Oh, who's Gunther?" Nora asked, "Is that your boyfriend?"

Both Chandler and Monica laughed, "Um, no."

"He works at the coffee house that's below our apartments," Chandler answered, "he has a thing for Rachel." Monica sat on the stool next to Nora.

"He's a nice guy," Monica said, "but you still make better coffee."

Chandler smiled at her, "Anytime you want a cup, just let me know."

Monica smiled back at him and lifted the cup to her lips. Nora watched the exchange, then shook her head at Chandler, "So, what are you kids going to do today?"

Chandler shrugged a shoulder, "Would you like to go skiing?" He asked Monica.

Her face lit up with excitement, but then she turned to Nora, "Well, do you need help with decorating?"

Nora waved a hand, "Oh no honey, I hired a service."

"What time is the party?" Chandler asked.

"Six-thirty, so that leaves you two plenty of time to go out and spend the day together. You both work hard and deserve some fun."

Chandler turned his head at his mother sending them on a date. Nora smiled knowingly back at her son and took another sip of her coffee.

Chandler sighed, "Skiing sounds good to you?" he asked Monica.

She grinned, "Absolutely, I'll go get dressed after my coffee." Chandler nodded and watched her as she sipped her coffee, every part of him tingled. How did she do this to him?