Author's Note: Sorry all for not having updated in months, but I am back…for now. Things got really crazy after getting back from vacation and going back to work. I do intend to finish this slowly but surely. Thanks for everyone who has reviewed, liked, and followed this story. I do appreciate all of the feedback and encouragement to continue. I promise I will finish, at some point. I hope that you all read, enjoy, and review.

October 31st, 2002

It was kind of hard for Monica to thoroughly enjoy the feel of her husband's delicious dick sliding in and out of her slick, wet heat, as she was still beyond annoyed with him for smoking. Even though she said she had forgiven him for smoking, she had really just told him that because he refused to sleep with her. While she did share his sentiment about not wanting to make love in the middle of a fight, desperate times called for desperate measures. It was her last day ovulating for the month, and it wasn't like their opportunities to conceive were so abundant with him being in Tulsa the majority of the time, so it was kind of a time sensitive thing, and she did not have time for Chandler's whining.

Of course, she hated the idea of them conceiving their child in the middle of an argument, and of course their love making was just that each of them expressing their love for one another and showing each other just how much they loved the other person, which is why it didn't seem appropriate to make love, when they could barely stand each other; that is why she decided put the fight on pause, but he could be sure that after their love making was over, he would know just how angry she still was.

However, her anger did little to deter the moan that escaped her lips, as her husband thrust his dick so far back into her slippery core that his ball sack slammed against her buttocks, and she was definitely helpless to the "Oh Chandler," she involuntarily whimpered, as he sucked on her neck.

She for sure lied to Chandler earlier, when she had said that she hated when he kissed her neck. Of course, she had only told him that that to piss him off, as they were already arguing back and forth about the things they liked to do that they couldn't do during sex simply to get under the other's skin.

So, when he had thrown out no neck kissing, she knew it would get his goat to say that she hated it, when, in reality, she loved it, and, boy, was she was glad that he had followed through with his threat of lots of neck kissing, because it was only adding to the pleasure she was feeling between her thighs. In fact, she loved when he kissed her period. He was so good at sex, but he was an out of this world kisser. He had the softest lips, and he always kissed her with so much heart and soul.

She savored his kisses on her neck, her breasts, and her lips, which he was currently leaning in to capture with his own, and she definitely didn't mean to, but she couldn't help opening her lips to allow his tongue to slide right in, and it wasn't like she could resist the delicious taste of his mouth (even though there was still a hint of smoke) and the feel of his tongue colliding with hers. His kisses were heaven on earth.

It definitely was not fair how he could steal her gaze and take her breath away with those beautiful baby blues that bore into her soul with so much love and lust that it made everything inside of her burn with desire for him. Ok, so she wasn't happy with him, but she still loved him with every fiber of her being, which is why his smoking bothered her so much. She couldn't stand the thought of him slowly killing himself with those disgusting nicotine sticks. She needed him. Hannah needed him, and whatever future child or children they made together needed him.

"I love you," Chandler whispered, as he gazed lovingly into her eyes, and Monica's heart softened, as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and with her gaze still locked with his, she returned his sentiment. Then, feeling the pressure in her womb turned into tingling, and she gasped a string of "I love yous," as she came around him hard.

Her legs fell open on the bed quivering from the powerful orgasm that surged through her entire body, and Chandler grunted, as he pounded into her slamming his eyes shut and moaning sexily, as he came inside of her. In response, she gasped and arched her back, as the feeling of him slamming into her triggered a second orgasm that made her whole body shake, and she arched her chest into his face, as he buried his head between her silk covered breasts.

"Oh, yeah," Monica giggled, as she placed both of her hands on the side of his face and lifted his head from her chest. He smiled gleefully at her, as he captured her lips with his own. They both moaned into the kiss, before he pulled out and rolled off of her completely spent.

"Uhh. You-are-welcome," Chandler smiled both smugly and lazily, as he lay back on their bed.

"You know what?" Monica said, as her anger quickly returned having only been momentarily distracted by him fucking her.

"Let's not talk," Monica finished, as she glanced over at the alarm clock noting that the time was seven-thirty. Damn! They were over half an hour late for Phoebe's birthday dinner, and that pissed Monica off even more considering how she had boasted to Phoebe about being the first ones there.

"What?" Chandler asked rolling over onto his side completely confused by his wife's sudden change in mood.

"Ooh, I am still SO mad at you for smoking," Monica said, as she pushed the comforter off of her, and she slid out of the bed managing to snatch her robe along the way.

"But…you said you forgave me. It was just a couple of cigarettes, no big deal," Chandler said echoing her earlier disingenuous sentiment.

"Oh, blah blah blah blah," Monica said with a mocking hand gesture, which an irritated Chandler feebly swatted at.

"Well, I just said that because I was ovulating and-and you said you wouldn't have sex with me if we were fighting," Monica added, as she put her robe on and synched it closed.

"You tricked me to get me into bed?" Chandler asked in utter shock, as Monica smiled triumphantly.

"That's right I got mine," Monica said victoriously, as she pivoted on her heel and marched out of their bedroom into the living room. She chucked, as she heard Chandler whining like a little girl about feeling so used.

"Hi," Monica said stopping in her tracks, as she saw her nanny Lauren, her daughter, and her daughter's friend Britney huddled around her kitchen table rummaging through a huge pile of Halloween candy.

"Hey," Lauren greeted, as Monica padded over to the trio.

"Hey, you," Monica greeted her little girl, as she lifted her daughter's chin to give her a sweet peck on the lips.

"Hi," Hannah smiled angelically up at her mother.

"Hi, honey," Monica said acknowledging Brittney, who had come to be a surrogate daughter of sorts, with a loving pinch on her cheek.

"Cute costumes," Monica said admiring both Hannah and Britney's nearly identical Halloween costumes. They were both still wearing their black leotards underneath black spandex pants, and their dance clothes were accessorized with black cat ears and a cat tail. They also had a kitten nose and whiskers painted on their sweet little faces. Her little kitten was just too cute for words.

"Yeah…" Lauren sighed. "That's about the best you can do shopping at CVS for Halloween costumes after dance class on Halloween night," Lauren supposed, as she examined a half-open Kit-Kat bar that she proceeded to then toss into the garbage can.

"You were supposed to take me to get my custom last weekend," Hannah looked up at her mother.

"I know, baby girl…" Monica sighed guilty, before she was interrupted by a clearly irate Chandler emerging from their bedroom.

"Monica…" Chandler said freezing when he noticed Lauren, Hannah, and Britney staring curiously at him. Monica, however, stared indignantly at him, which made him even more annoyed. She clearly felt very proud of her little game.

"Daddy!" Hannah exclaimed, as she hopped off of her chair and bounded over to her father and into his waiting arms. Monica could not help the huge smile that spread across her face at the sight of her husband and her daughter reunited.

"Hi…kitten," Chandler beamed noting his daughter' Halloween costume. Usually Hannah dressed up as some fairy or some Disney princess for Halloween, so this costume was a bit of a change, but she looked absolutely adorable nevertheless. One thing was sure, they certainly did make exquisite babies together; regardless if he had impregnated her under shady circumstances, at least they would get a beautiful baby out of it.

"Oh Look, Kitty," Chandler said playfully addressing his wife, who blushed at the term of endearment he had given her last year, when she had dressed up as Catwoman for Halloween. They both had quite a bit of fun in the bedroom, after the party, role playing with that costume. One of the games they played involved him licking the kitty as she sat on his face. They both thoroughly enjoyed that game.

"Our little kitten," Chandler winked at Monica making Hannah laugh and Monica blush at the memory of them role playing as mommy and daddy kitty.

"Ha, ha, daddy," Hannah joked at her new pet name.

"Did you go trick-or-treating?" Chandler asked enthusiastically, as he noticed the massive pile of candy on the table. He, like his daughter and his wife, had a huge sweet tooth.

"Yeah," Hannah giggled, as her father twirled her around making her giggle.

"Did you get loads of candy?" Chandler chuckled, as she spun around.

"Yeah," Hannah laughed, as her father continued to turn her around.

"Ooh, can I see?" Chandler asked, as he spun his daughter over to the table.

"No," Hannah giggled.

"Why not?" Chandler mock pouted, as he stared down at the pile of chocolate and other sugary delights scattered across the table. There was plenty of candy for his daughter to share with him.

"Because you'll eat it all," Hannah laughed, as her father ignored her protests and quarried through the pile.

"Chandler, I think we need to get ready," Monica said impatiently pointing to the clock on the wall that showed that the time was seven-forty.

"I'm already dressed," Chandler jested pointing to his robe. Monica rolled her eyes in response and the other three females chuckled.

"You're going to go out like that, daddy?" Hannah asked, as she plopped back down at the table and snatched a licorice.

"Yeah, don't you think I look dapper?" Chandler asked posing in his robe.

"Very," Lauren laughed, as she placed a jaw breaker into her mouth.

"I think you should put on some real clothes, daddy," Hannah laughed, as she dangled the licorice.

"Oh, you do? Do you?" Chandler laughed, as he poked his daughter's painted nose.

"Daddy," Hannah frowned. "Your finger smells like smoke; did you smoke AGAIN?" Hannah asked turning her father's smirk into a frown. He believed in being open and honest with their daughter, but maybe sharing with her about his smoking addiction wasn't really their brightest idea.

"Well…" Chandler stuttered not wanting to admit his indiscretion to Hannah but not one to lie to his little girl.

"No, Honey," Monica interjected glancing over at her husband. "Daddy was just around a lot of other people at his work who smoke," Monica said, before she kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"Well, they should quit," Hannah insisted, as she placed her hands on her hips. "Because smoking is bad for you, and it causes lung cancer," Hannah said, as she stuck her nose up in the air.

"My grandpa smoked for a long time, and now he has emphysema," Britney chimed in with her two cents.

"Yeah, my grandfather died from lung cancer, because he smoked for like forty plus years," Lauren added, as all four girls stared pointedly at a very guiltily looking Chandler.

"Well it's a good thing daddy doesn't smoke anymore, right?" Monica asked looking down at her daughter, who shook her head vigorously in agreement.

"Wow…" Chandler stuttered. "Look…look at the time, babe; we really need to go get dressed, if we are going to make it to Phoebe's birthday dinner by the next millennium," Chandler said pulling his wife towards their bedroom.

"I think he did smoke," Britney whispered to her friend.

"Me too," Hannah replied, as both girls began to giggle. Both Chandler and Monica rolled their eyes, as they padded towards their bedroom.

"I STILL can't believe you smoked," Monica hissed, as she spun around on her heel, once they were standing right outside their bedroom and out of earshot of the young ears in the kitchen.

"Well, I CAN'T believe that you tricked me into sleeping with you," Chandler retorted, as Monica rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"You are such a girl," Monica huffed, as she spun around and opened their bedroom door.

"You are so manipulative," Chandler spat.

"Whiney," Monica huffed, as she stormed into their bedroom.

"Shrill," Chandler retorted, as he followed her in and closed the bedroom door behind them.

"Wow," Lauren shook her head. "Do you think they realize that we just heard everything?" Lauren scoffed.

"No," Hannah giggled, as she held a half open Hershey's bar in one hand and a half eaten box of Nerds in the other hand.

"Hannah," Lauren laughed, "Do you think you've had enough candy?"

"No," Hannah said, as both she and Britney burst out into a fit of giggles. Lauren just rolled her eyes at both girls, as she stole another piece of candy from Hannah's "keep" pile.

November 28th, 2002

Chandler sat on the stoop between apartments nineteen and twenty miserably twisting his wedding ring around his finger. He was beyond hurt that Ross and Rachel didn't trust him to take care of Emma, if God forbid something were to happen to both of them and, heaven forbid, Monica too. Of course, he wasn't hoping for an alleged catastrophe to strike and take all three of them, but the fact that they didn't think HE could take care of Emma alone bothered him.

He had managed to take care of his own child for eleven years without any major catastrophes. Of course, it had been Monica who had really done most of the heavy lifting as Hannah had lived mainly with her for the first eight years of her life, but he had always been right across the hall helping to take care of their little every step of the way.

The discipline was all Monica, of course, save for a few infrequent occasions that required him to play the bad cop, and, boy, had that been no fun at all. However, he wasn't a complete screw up when it came to parenting, so he thought, but now he was starting to have his doubts, considering their apparent lack of confidence in his parenting skills.

"Hey," he heard her say, and he looked up to see his beautiful wife staring sympathetically down at him.

"Are you ok?" she softly asked, as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear, and if he hadn't been so miserable he would have pulled her into apartment nineteen and taken her against the door in that form fitting blue dress, because they hadn't had actual intercourse in almost two weeks and because she just looked so damn hot, but he was too despondent to REALLY pursue said thoughts.

"Yeah," he lied, as he stared up at her with a puppy dog frown.

"Really?" Monica said in surprise, as she joined him on the stoop.

"No," Chandler admitted, as he turned his gaze back down to his wedding ring, which of course could do nothing to solve his problem of being a horrible parent, but it was at least proof that he had done something right.

"You can't let what they said bother you. Ross and Rachel don't know what they are talking about," Monica said, as she placed a comforting hand on his thigh and back.

"You do know if I weren't so miserable right now I would pull you on my lap and take you right here right now," Chandler said looking up at Monica, who chuckled in response.

"Save it for later, big guy," Monica smiled patting his thigh, as Chandler smirked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"Well, apparently I am not responsible enough to take care of ANOTHER child," Chandler said, as he sadly shook his head.

"Responsible?" Monica scoffed. "Emma was the product of a bottle of Merlot and a five year old condom. They are not exactly ones to talk about being responsible," Monica laughed, as she patted his leg.

"Monica, "Chandler said staring incredulously at his wife. "Hannah was the product of about seventeen shots of tequila and condomless sex," Chandler retorted.

"Great sex but condomless, nevertheless," Chandler added, as Monica nodded in agreement about the great part.

"Even still," Monica waved dismissively. "They are totally wrong," Monica smiled lovingly at her husband, as she leaned into him.

"You are an amazing father to our little girl," Monica said, as she placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Please I can't even discipline our own child. How am I going to discipline a potentially rowdy Emma and our own inevitably hormonal teenager?" Chandler added, when they broke apart. Monica bit her bottom lip before beginning to chuckle.

"What?" Chandler responded in disbelief. Was his wife really kicking him when he was already down?

"Are you thinking about all of the times I didn't discipline our daughter," Chandler frowned deadpan.

"No," Monica laughed, as she shook her head. "I was thinking about the time we took Hannah to Rockefeller Center to go ice skating-right before everyone found out about us," Monica said.

"Oh, yeah," Chandler smiled at the memory.

"Hannah was so excited to go ice skating with daddy, and she kept pulling you around the rink asking you to watch her do all of these cute little tricks; you spent hours with her on that rink even though you were freezing your ass off," Monica said.

"Well, you were sitting on the bleachers drinking hot chocolate and laughing at me every time I tripped or almost toppled over," Chandler added.

"The point is," Monica said, as she rolled her eyes. "The point is that you have always been willing to do everything in your power to make our little girl happy, and that's what makes you such an amazing father," Monica said, as she cupped his face in her hands.

"So what if you are not the best at discipline, but you are the best at loving our child, and I couldn't ask for a better daddy for our little princess," Monica smiled, as Chandler leaned in to touch his forehead to hers. He sighed and closed his eyes in contentment.

"Thank you," Chandler whispered with his eyes still closed.

"You're welcome," Monica smiled. "I mean it's not like you left a baby on a bus or anything like that," Monica evilly smirked, as Chandler's eyes popped open.

"That's it," Chandler said, as he gently pushed her back on the ground and tickled her relentlessly.

"Chandler stop," Monica laughed. "I can take you, you know!" Monica threatened, as he pinned her arms above her head.

"It's so cute that you still think you can, babe," Chandler laughed. "Haven't you learned anything from our little wrestling match?" Chandler asked, before he dipped his head to kiss her neck.

"No…" Monica moaned, as she wrapped her left leg around his calf.

"God, Monica, I am so horny," Chandler gulped, as he felt her thrust her pelvis against his painfully hard erection.

"Me too," Monica whimpered, as she closed her eyes and wrung her hands through his sandy hair.

"Two weeks, Mon. Two weeks," Chandler said referring to how long it had been since the last time they had made love.

"I know," Monica panted. "But I promise you it will be so worth it tonight," Monica smiled, as she brushed her hand against his flushed cheek.

"I bought something very special for the occasion," Monica smiled, as she wrapped her hands around his neck, and he stared into her captivating blue eyes.

"And you are trying to convince me NOT to hump you out here?" Chandler asked.

"Somebody could walk out here at any moment and see us," Monica tried to reason, as she bit her lower lip.

"I don't care," Chandler breathed, as he cupped her covered breasts. God, how he wanted to rip open the top of her dress and lift her bra, so that he could taste and lick those scrumptious creamy buds.

"Hmmm…" Monica pondered, as she bit her lower lip enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed so close together but knowing that, if they didn't stop, they would end up giving anyone that just so happened to meander past quite the little show. She just had to think of something to soften that fully erect dick of his. She smiled evilly as the perfect thing popped into her mind.

"Hun?" Monica asked, as Chandler moved his lips to the soft spot behind her ear.

"Yeah," Chandler murmured, before he delicately nibbled on the lobe.

"Remember the time that Hannah walked in on us making love in the shower?" Monica evilly smirked bringing up a not so pleasant sex story.

"I'm officially not hard anymore. In fact, I think I am about as flaccid as you can possibly get," Chandler said grimacing at the memory of his daughter running screaming through the apartment after catching them in the middle of going at it doggy style in the shower. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he would be able to do it with Monica later that night. The mood was totally shot to hell.

"We should definitely get back inside before Joey eats all of the pies," Monica laughed, as she gently pushed Chandler off of her. She then sat up and adjusted her half bunched up dress.

"Or before Rachel and Amy kill each other," Chandler quipped, as he stood up and helped his wife up pulling her into his arms.

"I think it's just a matter of which one happens first," Monica laughed, as she leaned in to softly kiss his lips.

"Do you feel better, sweetheart?" Monica asked, as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Well, I did until you brought up the traumatizing memory of our daughter walking in on us…in such a compromising position," Chandler smirked, and Monica rolled her eyes in response and gently smacked his chest before spinning around. Chandler smirked triumphantly, as he followed Monica back into apartment twenty.

"Chandler, listen," Rachel said, as she practically accosted Monica and Chandler, as they entered the apartment. She was bouncing a now wide awake Emma in her arms.

"Hey, Emma," Monica cooed, as she played her niece's little hand making the little doll smile brightly at her auntie.

"I just want to apologize earlier for the whole Emma thing; we were SO wrong. You ARE the best person to take care of Emma in case all three of us…pass on," Rachel said having a hard time spitting out the pass on part.

"Don't worry about it, "Chandler waved dismissively. "Besides, I am sure that there is someone else that would be better suited to take care of Emma. I have my hands full with that one over there," Chandler said pointing to his daughter, who was calmly sitting at the kitchen table reading Little Women.

"Right, such a handful," Rachel quipped, as she rolled her eyes.

"No…there really isn't. As you can tell, both of my sisters are completely self-absorbed," Rachel said pointing to Amy, who was sitting in the chair reading People magazine.

"And those two over there…" Rachel said turning around to point to Joey and Phoebe, who were now in the middle of seeing how hard a blow Joey could take with a pillow stuffed in his shirt.

"Well, I think that pretty much explains itself," Rachel said throwing her hand up in the air, before turning back around to face the amused couple.

"And my father is an cantankerous old man that eats WAY too much red meat and gets WAY too little exercise, and my mom…well that's a whole other story…., and your parents," Rachel said to Monica, "I mine as well leave her with a pack of wolves," Rachel said, as Monica nodded in understanding and agreement.

"As you can see…" Rachel began before Chandler interjected.

"That I am your last resort," Chandler added.

"Not exactly…" Rachel trailed off.

Look," Rachel said, as she shook her head. "You are a great dad, Chandler. I mean look at how great Hannah turned out, and I know you played a huge part in that," Rachel said pointing to Monica. "But you did too," Rachel said pointing to Chandler.

"And I know Ross feels the same way," Rachel added.

"Rach," Chandler said holding up his hand. "I get it and thanks" Chandler said, as he wrapped his arm around Monica's waist.

"Hi, Emmy," Hannah said, as she skipped over to the trio and began making funny faces at Emma causing the infant to burst into a giggle fit.

"Ah, Emmers you love your Hanny; don't you?" Rachel smiled, as she glanced over at Monica and Chandler who were beaming with pride and affection at the precious scene.

"Can I hold her?" Hannah asked, as she looked up sweetly at her aunt, and Rachel bit her lip in uncertainty.

"Uh…" Rachel said glancing apprehensively at Monica and Chandler who just shrugged and made a "your call" face.

"Sure… but you need to be careful with her," Rachel instructed, as she handed the baby to Hannah.

"I will," Hannah nodded enthusiastically, as she carefully took the baby from Rachel's arms.

"And no playing ballerina with her," Monica added.

"What does playing ballerina entail?" Rachel asked quickly glancing over at her friend before diverting her full attention back to the young girl, who was holding her only child.

"Twirling around with the baby in her arms," Monica clarified, as she rubbed her husband's stomach.

"I won't," Hannah sighed, as baby Emma pinched her nose making Hannah burst into a fit of giggles.

"You are so cute!" Hannah squealed, as Emma smiled up at her cousin clapping her tiny hands together giddily.

"Aw, Hannah, you are doing such a great job," Rachel beamed, as she placed her hands over her heart.

"I do know one thing is certain," Chandler whispered, as gazed down at his beautiful wife.

"What's that?" Monica asked, as she looked up curiously at her handsome husband.

"THAT Hannah is going to make a fantastic big sister," Chandler smiled at her.

"Yeah, she is," Monica sighed, as she rested her head on her husband's chest, and she watched her baby girl interact with her baby niece.

"Hey, man," Ross said, as he approached the group, and Chandler, Monica, and Rachel averted their attention from the endearing scene to Ross.

"I just want to say that I am SO sorry about earlier," Ross said, as he clapped his friend's back.

"I think you are a great father, and I was totally out of line," Ross added.

"That's ok, but I do want you to know that if anything should ever happen to me, you don't get Joey," Chandler replied, as Ross's face and shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"Ow, Phoebe!" They heard Joey yell and everyone snapped their heads over to Joey, who was keeling over in pain, as Phoebe stood over Joey holding a tennis racket, which he had clearly been wacked with. Hannah immediately burst out in a fit of giggles, which caused Emma to begin giggling as well. Amy just rolled her eyes, before going back to reading her magazine.

"You know what?" Ross said looking back at Chandler. "I don't think I'm too upset about that," Ross added, as Chandler nodded in understanding and Rachel and Monica both chuckled.

October 18th, 2002

Monica sighed guiltily, as she clutched her cellphone to her chest. She turned around and leaned against the sink biting her lower lip. She had certainly not meant to upset her daughter by flying out to Tulsa. In fact, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind until Joey had proposed the idea earlier that day in the coffee house. It had spurred her into action to plan the perfect surprise for Chandler that she hadn't had a chance to really think through more than just getting to Tulsa to be with her husband.

In fact, the thought of seeing Chandler had made her forget much else. She missed him like crazy, and it had only been a week, since he had left. The whole week had been absolute torture without him. She had never been away from him that long, and she absolutely hated it. Though, if she were honest with herself, she hadn't really seen Hannah that much in the past week, either, with Hannah going back to school and being in dance class five nights a week. It also, didn't help that she had given her three weeks' notice at work, and her boss had been working her to the bone trying to get as much out of her as possible before relinquishing her to her new employer.

She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions with her daughter being in New York and her husband being in Tulsa. It wasn't the way that things were supposed to be. They were supposed to be together as a family, but this was their current reality, and she was already disappointing someone. She just hated that that someone just so happened to be her little girl.

She just had to talk to Hannah and make sure she was ok, even if that meant keeping Chandler waiting a little while longer. At least it would give him more time with his shark porn.

Monica sifted her hand through her dark hair and hit the redial button on her cellphone; she bit her nail in nervous anticipation, as she waited for someone to answer.

"Hello," she heard Rachel say on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Rach," Monica said with a shaky voice. "Can I speak to Hannah, please?" Monica asked, before tapping her fingers anxiously against the sink.

"Sure," Rachel said more softly than the last time they had spoken. "Hold on one sec," Rachel said, before calling out to Hannah. A knot formed in her stomach, as she heard Rachel tell her daughter that she was on the phone, and a one-two punch of guilt nearly knocked the breath out of her, as she heard Rachel coax Hannah to talk to her, which clearly Hannah was reluctant to do.

"Hello," Hannah sniffed, as she finally took the phone, and it sounded as if she had been crying, which made Monica's heart and body ache and long to hold her little girl in her arms and brush away every single tear.

"Hi, baby girl," Monica smiled at the sound of her daughter's angelic voice.

"Hi," Hannah said unenthusiastically, which stung like hell.

"Did you have a good day at school?" Monica asked trying to engage her daughter in conversation and lighten the mood.

"Yes," Hannah replied without much enthusiasm or interest, and she hated it. She hated that her daughter was so upset with her, and she had no one to blame but herself.

"How was rehearsal?" Monica asked gulping back her tears.

"Ok," Hannah said tersely.

"Are you excited for tomorrow? Monica asked frustrated that she couldn't get more than a one word answer out of her daughter. Her daughter was usually so talkative and open to sharing everything with her, but when she was upset her wall came up, and right now her daughter was in no mood to talk to her.

"Well, you're going to do great tomorrow, sweetheart," Monica said trying to sound more excited than she actually felt, because she felt glum and guiltily for putting her own needs and desires over her child.

"Hannah," Monica said not sure if she had lost the connection, as she hadn't heard any reply from Hannah in what felt like an eternity.

"Yes," Hannah replied and it sounded, as if she was trying so hard not to cry.

"Sweetheart," Monica said, as Hannah burst into tears, and she could hear Rachel try to sooth her.

"Why did you go see daddy without me?" Hannah asked and there it was. She wasn't surprised, but it was SO hard to hear the hurt in her daughter's voice.

"You always leave me out of everything," Hannah balled, as Monica closed her eyes willing herself not to cry.

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry," was all Monica could say, as she took a deep breath.

"And…and now you're not going to see me dance!" Hannah added.

"Honey, I promise I will be there next weekend and so will daddy," Monica added, as Chandler knocked on the door.

"I don't want you guys to come!" Hannah cried, as Monica heard Rachel whisper to her sobbing daughter, "don't say that and yes you do."

"No I don't!" Hannah insisted and Monica covered her mouth with her hand, as silent tears wracked her petite frame.

"Mon," Chandler said, as he opened the door, and he frowned as he saw that she was crying.

"What's wrong?" Chandler mouthed, and Monica just shook her head and hit the speaker button. Their daughter's sobs echoed through the bathroom, which made worry shadow beautiful face.

"Hannah, baby. Its daddy; what's wrong, sweetheart?" Chandler asked, as he pulled his now sobbing wife into his arms, and she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and bit his shirt to muffle her sobs.

"I don't want to talk to you!" Hannah cried causing Monica to sob harder, and Chandler rubbed her back and kissed her shoulder completely confused as to what had made both of his girls so upset and then realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Hannah was dismayed about Monica coming to Tulsa. He knew it was a last minute decision, and Hannah hadn't been particularly thrilled about this arrangement to begin with, of course no one was, but them being here and her being there the first weekend was a huge slap in the face, and it was her first competition of the season, and her first solo. Shit. They had really fucked up.

"Deep breaths, please," Chandler said to both his daughter and his wife, and he could hear Rachel encouraging Hannah to breath over the other end of the phone. Thank God for Aunt Rachel. She was literally like their child's fairy God mother.

"Are you upset because mommy and daddy are in Tulsa and you are not?" Chandler asked. Monica lifted her head from his shoulder, and he swiped his finger underneath each eye to brush away her tears.

"Yes!" Hannah insisted, and, in ten seconds flat, she had gone from balling to little Miss Sassy Pants.

"Well, we are so very, very sorry for not including you this weekend, and for not being there for your competition; we really f...messed up," Chandler admitted and Monica nodded in agreement, before he pulled her head in to gently kiss her forehead.

"Hannah…" Chandler asked, after he was met with dead silence.

"It's ok," Hannah sighed having a hard time telling her parents they were wrong, but she needed to understand that even parents made mistakes sometimes and that they were willing to own up to it.

"No, it's not ok, but do you forgive us?" Chandler asked, and he was met with dead silence yet again.

"Hannah…" Chandler said encouraging her to acknowledge it.

"I forgive you…" Hannah mumbled.

"And you know that mommy and daddy love you more than anything in this whole world, right?" Chandler asked.

"YES," Hannah said.

"And you're going to do a great job, tomorrow?" Chandler said.

"Yeah," Hannah sniffed.

"And you are going to tell us every single detail from beginning to end, and you're not just going to say it was 'good' or 'ok'?" Chandler joked trying to mimic her voice.

"Yes, daddy," Hannah laughed at her father's goofiness.

"Good," Chandler smiled pleased that he had brightened his daughter's mood and his wife's by default, who had gone from sobbing to smiling brightly up at him. He beamed down at her and bent his head to gently kiss her soft lips, and he groaned inwardly. He couldn't wait to bury himself between her thighs and kiss her senselessly.

"And Uncle Ross is going to video tape the whole thing so that mommy and daddy can watch you win?" Chandler smirked.

"Yeah! Duh!" Rachel chimed in from the other end of the phone.

"And Aunt Rachel has been on speaker phone the entire time?" Chandler asked making Monica roll her eyes and laugh.

"What? It's my phone!" Rachel defended making Hannah giggle and Chandler roll his eyes at a grinning Monica.

"And," Rachel added in the background. "We are going to go shopping, and we are going to go for Serendipity's to get huge ice cream sundaes!" Rachel said animatedly.

"Yeah!" he could hear his daughter exclaim on the other end of the phone, and he grimaced as he looked down at his wife who did not look pleased.

"Great," Monica mumbled not at all happy at the prospect of her Hannah consuming copious amounts of sugar, but it wasn't like she hadn't asked for it by going out of town and leaving her daughter with her fun aunt Rachel.

"And who is going to pay for this little shopping spree, hmm?" they heard Ross ask from the somewhere in the background.

"Ross…" they hear Rachel begin. "Shut up!" they heard her add.

"How mature," they heard Ross grumble on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, and we can have a movie night with pizza!" Rachel added excitedly making Monica seethe and Ross could be heard in the background grumbling about needing to buy more Pepto-Bismol.

"Rachel…" Monica warned, and Chandler cut her off sensing an impending argument and wanting to avoid even more drama.

"We love you, sweetheart," Chandler said to Hannah.

"Love you baby, girl," Monica sighed now aggravated at her friend, who apparently thought over indulging her daughter was a great way to get under her skin.

"Love you too," Hannah added.

"And we'll talk to you tomorrow," Chandler said. "Good night guys," Chandler said to Ross and Rachel.

"Night," both Ross and Rachel replied, before he hung up his wife's cellphone and handed it back to her.

"Great," Monica mumbled as she turned on her heal and began pacing the length of the bathroom. "I left my daughter to Rachel's over indulgent whims to come all the way out to this God forsaken place only to find out that my husband watches shark porn!" Monica exclaimed crossing her hands over her chest in exasperation.

"Wait? What? I don't… I don't watch shark porn!" Chandler exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well, that's what I saw you jerking off to when I came in," Monica elaborated tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"No..." Chandler said shaking his head. "I was watching regular porn, but I quickly changed the channel when you came in the room," Chandler expounded.

"What?" Monica shook her head in confusion.

"See," Chandler said, as he dragged her out of the bathroom and walked over to the coffee table to grab the clicker. He turned it back to the paper view channel he was originally watching, and Monica sighed in relief as a very naked Anna Nicole Smith appeared on the screen.

"Boy, I cannot tell you how relieved I am," Monica smiled, as she admired Anna Nicole's very large totally exposed breasts. She totally wouldn't mind having a threesome with her, and she was pretty sure Chandler wouldn't mind either, Monica thought as she bit her bottom lip wanting so desperately to have her husband lick her breasts the way the man on the screen was licking Anna's.

"Well, I can't believe that you ACTUALLY thought that I get off on watching sharks," Chandler thought, as he walked over to his wife.

"Well, it was definitely a huge shock to me!" Monica said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

"Are we horrible parents?" Monica asked, as she played with her husband's tie.

"I don't think so…" Chandler shook his head. "Horny, yes," Chandler smiled down at his wife, who, he noticed for the first time, was wearing her very sheer lacy eyelash teddy with detachable garters. God, she looked so hot in that, and he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed her in it before. To be fair, distraught daughters and shark porn had been more pressing topics of conversations.

"And very kinky," Monica smiled, as she loosed his tie and lifted it over his head throwing it on the floor.

"And hot," Chandler smirked, as Monica bent down and unbuckled his belt making his breath hitch.

"So very hot," Monica breathed, as she tore off his belt and threw it on the floor.

"Do you think maybe we should turn it off?" Chandler pointed to the TV, as he heard Anna Nicole moan, and he glanced over to see that she was going down on some very muscular guy.

"I don't think so," Monica looked up at him with glistening eyes. "It's kind of hot; don't you think?" Monica asked, as she smiled mischievously up at him.

"Hmmm…yeah," Chandler babbled, as Monica unzipped his pants and snaked her fingers around the waist band of his briefs, before pushing both garments down his legs, which he wasted no time kicking off.

"My, my, my," Monica smiled. "Such toned thighs you have, Mr. Bing," she said, as she ran her hands up and down his sculpted thighs.

"Well, I have been working out," Chandler quipped, as he stared down at his beautiful wife, who was so entranced with his big dick that it was making him painfully stiff.

"And such a big love stick you have," Monica licked her lips, as she took his length in her hand making him hiss with pleasure.

"Mon," Chandler breathed, as her warm hand slid up and down his throbbing length, and he gasped as she took him into her warm mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, as both Anna Nicole and his wife moaned. God, this was so unbelievably hot…and filthy.

"Shit, Mon," Chandler gasped, as she took him all the way back in her mouth. He looked down to see her staring up at him, as she proceeded to slide him back and forth in her mouth all the while humming against him sending goose bumps up his stiff length.

"Oh, fuck, baby" Chandler babbled, as she licked his tip and tickled his ball sack with her delicate, warm fingers before running her tongue up and down his entire shaft. His whole body felt like it was sizzling and tingling from the sensations she was creating.

"Stand up," Chandler said, as he looked down at his hot wife, who was vigorously sucking him off.

"What?" Monica panted, as she released him from her mouth but still held him in her hand.

"I want to sixty-nine," Chandler said, as he licked his lips wanting so desperately to lick her and taste her.

"Ok," Monica gasped, as she stood up, and he grabbed her ass lifting her up, so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

"God, this lingerie is so fucking sexy," Chandler panted, as he walked them backwards towards the couch.

"This old thing; you've seen it on me like a million times," Monica laughed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah, but it still drives me insane," Chandler growled, as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own, and they both moaned into the kiss, as he plopped down on the couch.

They both kissed passionately, as she straddled his waist. Monica moaned, as she rubbed herself against him, and Chandler pushed the thin straps of her lingerie down. He then detached his lips from hers, so that he could kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder. He glanced up at the TV and inwardly groaned, as he saw the pair on TV fucking doggie style, and he so wanted to do that with Monica.

"I love you," Chandler breathed, as he lifted his head to stare into his wife's gorgeous blue eyes.

"I love you too, Chandler," Monica replied, as he pushed the top of her teddy down to expose her tantalizing breasts, and Monica arched her back to shove her aching breasts into her husband's awaiting face. Chandler tantalizingly licked his lips, before dipping his head to take the first globe into his eager mouth.

"Oh, Chandler," Monica breathed, as she sifted her hands through his short hair, and he stared up at her, while he circled his tongue around her right breast before taking it into his mouth, which totally did her in.

"Oh baby, yes," Monica whimpered, as his tongue flicked her painfully hard nipple, and they both moaned, as she pushed herself up and down on him the flimsy material of her negligee making her wet snatch very accessible to him and easy for him to simply poke through.

"What happened to sixty-nine?" Monica craned her neck, as Chandler moved his lips to kiss her throat.

"Fuck sixty-nine; I want to penetrate you so badly," Chandler growled.

"But you promised," Monica pouted, and both she and Chandler snapped their heads towards the TV, as they heard Anna Nicole scream, as her very muscular lover went down on her.

"Oh my," Monica gasped, as Chandler swiftly swung his legs onto the couch taking her with him, and he grasped her waist pulling her toward him. He moved the flimsy crotch of the teddy out of the way, so that he could thrust his tongue inside of her already dripping heat.

"Oh…Gawd…" Monica moaned, as he waggled his tongue inside of her so delectably that she felt like she may faint from the pleasure; her whole body was shaking. She then wrapped her hand around his dick that was so stiff she could see the veins popping out, and she pumped it a few times before adding her mouth for effect.

They both moaned desperately, as they went down on each other the moans and screams from the couple now fucking on the TV spurring them on.

Chandler ran his hands up and down her stocking covered thighs, as he began to French kiss her pussy, and Monica gasped, as she released him from her mouth. This made her bolt upright. Chandler then moved his hands to her petite waist, and Monica continued to move up and down on his waist moaning loudly, as he licked her, and she stroked him.

This was just too wonderful, and Monica felt like her loins were itching and tingling uncontrollably. He was so damn good at this.

"Baby," Monica breathed, as she moved both of her hands to touch and play with her bouncing breasts.

"I need you so badly," Monica whimpered, and Chandler wasted no time removing his mouth and tongue from inside of her and flipping her over on the couch. He then crawled up her body and between her open legs.

"Oh shit," Chandler cursed, as he struggled to pull the form fitting teddy off of her sweating body.

"Rip it," Monica hissed, as she ran her hands up and down his bare shoulders.

"Are you sure?" Chandler panted, as he kneeled between her thighs.

"Yes," Monica whimpered, and Chandler tore his way down the middle of the flimsy teddy and pushed it off of her body leaving her in nothing but her black stockings. God, she looked so fucking sexy.

Chandler then lay down on the couch behind her pulling her with him. Monica glanced over at the TV, as she watched the man on TV penetrate Anna Nicole in the same position, and she gasped as her husband inched his way inside of her hole.

"This is so hot," Chandler panted, as he lifted her leg and pounded into her from behind.

"I know," Monica smiled, as she twisted her neck, so that he could kiss her lips, and they both melted into the kiss moaning loudly, as they rocked back and forth. The feel of him inside of her was literally driving her insane. He really knew how to love her.

"Oh, Oh, OH!" Monica threw her head back in ecstasy, as Chandler used his free hand to vigorously massage her throbbing clit, while his pelvis thrusted against her behind creating a glorious friction.

"OHHHHHHH, Chandler!" Monica screamed, as he held her to him, as they both came.

"That was so good," Monica sighed with her eyes closed. Her chest heaved from the aftershock, and she threw her head back and grasped her husband's sweaty hair, as he kissed her neck and cupped her right breast.

"It looks like they had fun too," Monica smirked at the couple that was now intertwined and kissing on a huge king sized bed basking in the afterglow of what appeared to be very enjoyable sex.

"Yeah, but the difference is he doesn't love her, and I love you…so…so much," Chandler whispered softly into her ear, and her breath hitched and tears glistened in her eyes at his sentiment, as she craned her head.

She smiled brightly at him, as she said, "And I love you that much too."

They both smiled affectionately at each other, as they leaned in to kiss.

TO BE CONTINUED