AN: I own nothing, and thanks for all of the reviews they mean a lot. (BTW we are back to Monica's POV)
Chandler was released a week ago today after three weeks in the hospital. Not much happened the last week, mostly just couch rest and bed rest. He has been placed under no 'Physical activity's' for the next three weeks. I swear I can't roll my eyes far enough back into my head. Even though I know it is just precaution, I wish we could make the relationship official.
We haven't told Phoebe or Ross yet, we will tell them after our first date, which is today. Chandler said wear something fancy, but I don't know what to wear. Maybe Rachel can help. I leave my bedroom wearing my red robe and walk over to Rachel's bedroom door. I knock softly and hear her say "come in".
"Hey, Rach, I don't know what to wear for my date tonight." I say, gesturing my hands for a dress.
"Oh, well where are you going?" Rachel asks.
"I don't know, he just said wear something fancy." I see Rachel's eyes light up, that's when I now I came to the right person, but then again who else could I go to? I watch as Rachel searches through her closet, I see lots of clothes being thrown around, I fight the urge to clean up as she pulls out a simple red dress that is fitted on the top and flared on the bottom. Its neckline is not at all revealing, and it has a thin black belt around the waist.
"Go try this on." She says and practically throws the dress at me. I walk back over to my room and quickly try the dress on, it looks perfect. I brush the dress slightly before I walk out of my room. In the living room I see Rachel sitting on the couch "Oh, Mon, you look beautiful." I blush slightly. She stares at me for a few moments before turning back to a pair of shoes that are on the couch. "I found the shoes that go with the dress." She says. She hands me the shoes that are just a simple red heel. I step into them and I am done.
"Thanks, Rach." I say and hug her.
"You're welcome." She said and I sniffle against her shoulder. "Mon, don't cry you'll ruin your makeup." She says.
"It's ok I am wearing water proof makeup." I say.
"What's wrong anyway?" She asks.
"I don't know." I say. Only moments later Chandler walks in. He is wearing a navy blue suit, baby blue shirt, and a navy blue tie.
"Hey you." He says as he approaches me.
"Hey you." I say back and kiss him.
"Ready to go?" He asks.
"Ya just let me find a jacket." I tell him, but I am stopped by his hand on my shoulder.
"Here." He says and takes off his jacket and wraps it around me.
"Thank you." I whisper. "Bye, Rach." I say as we walk out the door. Once we are outside of the apartment I watch him as he stretches out his hand for mine.
"Come baby." He says, and leads me down the stairs. We walk out of the building and hail a cab. He, whispers, the address to the cabbie and we are off. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer, I smile at the gesture. The closer I get to him the more desperate I get for his contact. I feel his hand touch my cheek and I turn to look at him, he leans in and kisses me, and after he breaks the kiss he places his forehead against mine. "I love you." He whispers.
"I love you, too." I say back. I lay my head on his shoulder as we ride in silence the rest of the way. Every so often his breathing gets ragged, but the doctor told us to expect that. Guess it's a good thing that they put him under no 'physical activity'.
It takes us about twenty minutes to get to the restaurant. As we pull up my eyes widen slightly. Chandler picked probably the most top rated restaurant in all of New York: Marena. How in the world did he get a reservation here?
As we walk in I admire the beautiful décor. It overlooks the city, the empire state building, the world trade center, and if you tilt your head enough you can see the statue of liberty. "Reservation under the name Bing." Chandler tells the man at the front counter.
"Mr. Bing please follow me." The man said and led us to our table. Somehow Chandler got a seat next to the window looking over the city. I can't believe this is real. "Enjoy." The man after he gave us menus, he then walked away.
"Chandler I can't believe you got reservations here." I tell him, he looks up from his menu and smiles.
"Five star restaurant for a five star girl." He says. I shake my head and laugh at that last comment.
"Hey, did the doctor say anything about alcohol?" I ask him suggestively.
"The doctor said nothing about alcohol." He says.
"Good because I could really use some wine right now." I say.
Flashback
"Mon, before you go back you should know that Chandler has a little bit of depression. He said stuff like 'what if Mon got shot and not me?' or 'what would have happened if I didn't pull the guy off?'" Rachel tells me. Is he regretting it? Does he regret saving me?
End of flashback
"Chandler?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. He looks up at me, his attention fully on me. "Do you regret it?" I ask.
"Regret what?" He asks, suddenly getting confused.
"The shooting? Do you regret it?" I ask. This time he looks away, ashamed. "You do don't you? You wish you didn't pull him off?" I ask, trying my best not to cry.
"Mon, look at me. I don't regret it. Back in the hospital I was in so much pain. I was delusional. I love you. What I did at the coffee house is how I felt, what I felt in the hospital was the drugs talking. Mon, I want you to realize that nothing can change what happened, and what I did is how I feel." He says.
"Ok, thank you." I say and take his hand from across the table. We are interrupted by our waiter coming to the table.
"Hello my name is Marcello, can I interest you in a bottle of our finest wine?" He asks, I will say his Italian accent is very good. I stay quiet as Chandler says yes and the man pours us water, thank god the wine is white and not red.
After the man walks away Chandler turns his attention back to me. "Can I tell you something?" He says, I nod my head before he continues. "I was conscious until the paramedics moved me onto the gurney." He confesses.
"What? But your eyes were closed." I say.
"Ya, I didn't want to see the look on your face. I knew that it would make my heart break even more." He says. "But then I heard you talk while I was on the ventilator and that's when I realized that I had to tell you the same thing. I forced myself to wake up."
"Well I am glad that you did." I say.
As the night went on we talked about happier notes. Not once was the incident brought up again. We both realize that there were things we could have done differently that night, but for now we are just enjoying ourselves.
At the end of the night we both were standing outside of our apartments. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. My hands found his back and I placed them there and began to rub his back. Both of his hands then found my waist. I then brought my hands up to his neck and my fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss was perfect. It was magic put into one kiss.
As he pulled away he pressed his forehead against mine, hands still on my waist, my hands still on the nape of his neck and he said:
"I can't wait to make love to you.
AN: Hi, that was really fun to write, also I didn't want to say twin towers, when Monica was describing the restaurant. Because you know it's a sensitive subject.