Hiiii guys so I really didn't think I would have this finished this week, but I got hit with a truckload of inspiration and motivation today so here we are. I'm just having so, so much fun writing this and working with the characters in this way, especially Chandler...when I first started writing this I did intend (as many of you have requested) to switch between Chandler and Monica's POV, but the deeper I got into writing, the more invested I've found myself in Chandler's inner workings and I just couldn't bring myself to switch away (which is weird, because those of you who know me know how much I love Monica). So, just in case anyone was still wondering, there probably won't be any Monica POV in this story or series.

That being said, I LOVE hearing what you guys think! Feedback is my number one motivator with this story, so the more comments I get, the sooner I'll get the next chapter out to you guys!

ALSO needed to put a warning in here: there is sex at the end of this chapter. Still not super graphic, but it's there. Read at your own risk.

"Hey guys," Rachel greeted, taking a seat in the armchair at Central Perk. Chandler and Monica were curled up together on one side of the couch, with Ross next to them. Both of Chandler's hands rested over Monica's stomach, gently stroking the bump as he often found himself subconsciously doing these days. It reminded him just how much he had to look forward to, and never failed to calm him down no matter how much he felt like he was spiraling out of control.

"Hey Rach," Monica smiled up at her friend, and Chandler waved his own greeting.

"They were just saying that they have another doctor's appointment this afternoon," Ross informed her and Rachel's face lit up like she had been given the best news ever.

"Ooh are you going to find out if it's a girl or a boy?" she squealed, leaning forward in her seat.

Monica smiled and looked back at Chandler, who grinned down at her in return.

"Nah," she replied. "I mean, we could find out if we wanted to, but it's more fun to be surprised, you know? Besides, this way we get to think about names for boys and girls."

"Oh, Chandler, I'm sure you're just thrilled about that," Rachel mocked, and Chandler shook his head.

"I've got a few ideas," he admitted vaguely. Monica turned in his arms, and he frowned briefly in disappointment when the movement jostled one of his hands from its place on her belly.

"You do?" she asked.

"Don't look so surprised!" he said defensively. "We don't have to use any of them, but it's kind of fun to think about."

"Well, are you planning on sharing them with me then?"

Chandler looked up at the eager faces of their two friends, both expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. It was no secret that the others—except maybe Joey, bless him—were still a bit skeptical as to his dedication in the whole process. He couldn't exactly blame them, but he also thought he had done a pretty good job so far of proving them wrong. The one person that mattered, though, was looking at him with such adoration, like she couldn't believe her luck when really he was the lucky one for getting to experience this all with her. Because that was the bottom line, wasn't it? This was for them, and it didn't matter what their friends thought; he had nothing to prove to them. They were no more a part of this than they were the rest of their relationship. He didn't have to make a big deal about being excited for fatherhood around them because the only person who mattered already understood how amazing this was for him.

So instead of answering, he gently kissed her forehead and mumbled, "Later," before shifting her in his embrace again so that both hands could easily touch her bump. He felt himself relaxing immediately, even more so when her hands rested on top of his.

"Ugh, you're no fun," Rachel huffed, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms like a sulking child. Monica shook her head in amusement and Chandler could tell she was smiling.

"Alright, help me up," Monica instructed, patting Chandler's hands to signal that he move them. "I gotta pee, then we can get going."

"Mon we still have over—" Monica shot him a look and he put up his hands defensively, not finishing the thought. If she wanted to leave early, they were leaving early. He helped steady her as she stood, hands hovering protectively around her waist until she was completely upright. She hadn't gotten so big yet that it was hard to walk, but her center of balance had definitely shifted, so things like getting up took some careful coordination while she adjusted.

He settled back on the couch for a few minutes while he waited for her.

"You haven't actually been thinking of baby names, have you?" Ross asked skeptically.

"Of course I have," Chandler replied. "I'm having a baby, the baby's gonna need a name, why wouldn't I be thinking about it? Monica's not in charge of everything, you know!" Both his friends shot him similar looks of disbelief. "Okay, yeah, she's in charge. But I still get a say too!"

"Then why won't you tell us what they are?" Rachel whined.

"Because I want to talk to Monica before I talk to any of you guys, no offense," he shrugged. "And I'm sure she'll go running to you and Phoebe immediately after to share every detail like you girls do, which you can then share with everyone you see on the street, so everybody wins."

Rachel gave him a curious look, which she then shared with Ross before returning her gaze to Chandler.

"Chandler, honey," she spoke slowly. "Monica's barely told us anything about you guys since we found out. She's more secretive about all this than you are."

Chandler didn't know how to respond to that, he thought surely the girls had been gossiping like crazy for the past few months. Before he could give it too much thought though, he felt fingers lightly scratching at his scalp, so he looked up to meet the eyes of his girlfriend, and found himself smiling as an impulse. He couldn't look at her and not smile.

"You ready to go?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," he hopped up, walking around the couch to press a kiss to her temple before taking her hand. "Okay children, looks like we're off," he waved at Ross and Rachel, who waved back silently, Rachel still looking like she was trying to piece something together.

The weather had been nice enough lately that they wanted to walk the slightly less than two miles to the OBG-YN, taking advantage of Monica's energy while she still had it. She claimed she was going stir crazy being inside all the time, with her work still taking up the majority of her weeks. They hadn't had another blowup since the previous one over a week ago, but Chandler couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming, and the knowledge that she wasn't sharing with even Rachel and Phoebe just made him all the more nervous.

"You're being quiet," Monica commented. "It's weird."

"A lot on my mind," he explained vaguely. "Hey, Rachel said something that kinda surprised me."

"Oh yeah?"

"She said that you haven't been sharing everything about, y'know, us with her and Phoebe. She seemed a bit upset about it."

"Oh," Monica said evenly. "I guess I haven't."

"How come?" he asked.

"I don't need to share everything with them, do I?" she raised her eyebrows at him. "Sometimes I just want us to stay, you know, with us."

"What happened to women tell each other everything?" he smirked, recalling numerous conversations he had had with Ross, back when Ross and Rachel had been a thing and he had still being with Janice. And thinking I was in love, he thought. How naïve he had been; he knew now that he had never truly felt love until Monica, because the feelings he had when he was with her just couldn't be put into words.

"Maybe Rachel tells us everything," Monica huffed, rolling her eyes. "Personally I like keeping the private details of my life private, and we all know Phoebe has more secrets than the US government."

"Huh," Chandler responded pensively. Now that he thought about it, he had never really known what was going on in her love life unless he dragged it out of her, or one of the others did. He supposed he always thought that she still shared everything at least with Rachel, but everyone knew Rachel couldn't keep a secret to save her life, so maybe not. Huh. "Remind me to never date Rachel then."

"Honey," she said with a laugh, "if you need me to remind you about tht, then we have some bigger problems."

Chandler laughed in response, squeezing her hand that was swinging between them and slowing down to kiss the top of her head.

"No problem at all," he mumbled, pulling her closer to his side so he could wrap an arm around her shoulder. "I'm all yours, baby."

"Good," she nodded seriously. "I'm all yours too, you know that right? I love you so much."

"I know," Chandler confirmed. "I do like to hear it though, it's very good for my ego."

"Your ego is fine," Monica rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. Chandler wanted to keep her smiling forever.

Chandler had his head rested in Monica's lap, her hands buried in his hair. All six of them were seated around Monica and Rachel's living room, the first time they had all been together in what seemed like ages. He knew a lot of that fell on him and Monica; with how crazy everything had gotten lately, their free time was limited, and what little time they did have they often preferred to spend as just the two of them.

As it was, he still felt like they were in their own little world at the moment. For him, at least, the entire world centered on the beautiful woman holding him and the tiny human creating the bump in her stomach. Every minute or so (or possible even more frequently—Chandler was addicted), he would turn his head to press a kiss there, or to murmur something quietly that he was sure the baby and only the baby could hear. Monica's hand tightened in his hair every time he did so, and Chandler liked to know that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

He was broken out of his little world when Phoebe spoke up.

"So, Rachel said you guys went to the doctor's today?"

"Yeah," Monica answered for the both of them. "Everything's healthy and right on schedule." Chandler ran his hand softly over the bump at the mention of the baby. Part of him—a really big part, if he was completely honest—was still waiting for something to go wrong. Every day that went by, every successful doctor's appointment where they were told that everything was fine, he allowed himself to breathe a little easier. Good things didn't happen to him; he'd adopted that mentality years ago. This, though, this was an amazing thing, one which would more than make up for all the bad things that had happened to him in the past. He still couldn't believe it.

"And the sex?" Phoebe prompted.

"We already told Ross and Rachel, we don't want to know," Monica reminded her shortly. "We really don't, and we didn't find out."

"Jeez, sorry," Phoebe put up her hands defensively. Chandler couldn't help feel bad; he knew better than anyone that Monica was just tired, that she didn't mean to snap, and that Phoebe didn't deserve it. Instead of addressing the rest of the group, though, Chandler took he hand that wasn't playing with his hair in his own and gave it a squeeze, his way of reminding her that it was okay. She squeezed back and he brought it to his lips to kiss, before kissing her belly again.

"Do you guys have to do that where we all can see it?" Ross complained, closing his eyes in disgust.

"Yes," Chandler answered simply, kissing her stomach again just to irritate him. And because he like to do it, but that was secondary, really.

"Aww, I think it's sweet," Rachel cooed, and Phoebe nodded in agreement.

Monica tapped his head to signal to him to sit up, which he did with a sign.

"Gotta pee," she explained, and he nodded in understanding.

"Hurry back," he grinned obnoxiously, causing her to roll her eyes. She was smiling, though, and Chandler knew she liked his teasing.

The attention of the other four had been diverted by something on the TV—Chandler honestly hadn't even noticed it was on until just now—so he was spared the questioning he was usually subjected to whenever Monica left the room.

It made sense, now knowing how little Monica herself was sharing. They were a nosy group, and Monica was a lot more stubborn than him, so he would end up being their best bet. Because obviously letting them keep their relationship details to themselves wasn't an option.

Monica must shave crept up behind him, because next thing he knew there were firm hands on his shoulders, her face very close to his.

"How quickly do you think we can get them out of here?" she whispered, sending a shiver through his body. He would never get tired of her, couldn't imagine her not having such a strong effect on him. He didn't know how to get their friends out, but he knew he wanted them gone now.

"We could just go into your room and hope they get the message," he suggested, doing his best to regulate his breathing so as not to alert the others as to what was going on. Though that might actually solve their current problem.

"Chandler!" she slapped his shoulder, whether in frustration or annoyance, he couldn't tell.

"What are you girls whispering about there?" Phoebe asked, though the look on her face told them that she knew exactly what they were whispering about.

Ross looked between the two of them before twisting his face in disgust when he finally caught Phoebe's implication.

"Eww, you guys, seriously?" he complained.

"Hey, I'm almost five months pregnant, I can have sex with my boyfriend if I want to," Monica retorted.

"Now?" Ross grimaced.

"If you don't want to listen, there's a perfectly good apartment across the hall," she replied, and grabbed Chandler's arm to pull him towards her bedroom without so much as a glance back to see if anyone had moved. For his part, Chandler put up no argument whatsoever—his extremely attractive girlfriend wanted to sleep with him, who was he to get in the way?

As soon as the door closed behind them, Monica was on him, lips finding his and hands immediately going to work on the buttons of his shirt.

"Sorry about that," she mumbled against his neck, not sounding sorry at all. "But I just needed them to leave. I'm gonna use these pregnancy hormones as an excuse for as long as I can."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Chandler replied as casually as he could, running his own hands down her back then back up underneath her shirt. He went to work immediately on unhooking her bra and she pulled back from the kisses she was pressing to his shoulder just long enough to pull her shirt off completely, bra following. Chandler picked her up to walk the extra few feet to the bed and sat down so that she was on his lap, facing him.

Monica finished her work on his shirt, and he shrugged it off, pulling his undershirt off after it.

"How do you want it?" Chandler breathed between kisses.

"Like this," she ran her hands down his bare chest, pushing him backwards as she did so. She hovered over him, and Chandler shifted his touch to her stomach.

"You're gonna wanna cover your ears for this, kiddo," he grinned, causing Monica to huff and slap his hands away.

"You're the worst," she informed him before kissing him to prove that he was not, in fact the worst.

"Love you too honey," he replied, bringing one hand up to comb through her hair while the other held her around her waist, pressing the fronts of their bodies together. He could feel every curve of her form against him and it was the most arousing thing he had felt in his life. It seemed like the more pregnant she got, the more attracted to her he was which if he was completely honest was not something he was expecting. Fortunately for him, the more pregnant she got, the more she seemed to want sex. So really it was a win-win.

"C'mon," she urged, when he made no further move. She reached for the front of his pants, but Chandler beat here there and unbuttoned them himself, lifting his hips so she could help him pull them down. His boxers followed immediately—she may have just pulled them off at the same time, Chandler's brain was a little fuzzy—and suddenly he was completely naked and it just didn't seem fair that Monica was still wearing her own pants.

She must have read his mind because not even a moment later, she was kneeling over him, tugging her leggings and underpants down over her hips at the same time.

"C'mere," he reached his arms up to her and she laid on top of him again. "Good thing we don't have to bother with a condom right now, because I would not be able to find one right now."

"Please stop trying to make jokes during sex," Monica rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I'm as horny as I am."

"Don't pretend you don't like it," he teased back, but she didn't respond, shutting him up with another kiss meant to completely rock his world. It succeed for sure, because suddenly all Chandler could think about was getting inside her now.

"Hurry up," she encouraged, and Chandler didn't need to be told twice, leaning up on one forearm while guiding himself to her entrance.

"Oh god," she moaned as she sunk onto him, their bodies fusing like they had so many times before, but Chandler knew he would never get enough of this feeling, no matter how many times they did it. She had admitted that he was the best she ever had, and that certainly went both ways. Chandler had never enjoyed sex with anyone nearly as much as he enjoyed sex with Monica.

It had taken on a new meaning for him, no longer just about a physical connection—though it was certainly that—but an emotional one too. He thought it must mean more to him with her than with anyone else because he had never truly loved anyone else the way he loved her. And now, they had made a baby. Nothing could ever hope to be as significant as that, in his mind.

He collapsed fully on his back as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him, pulling Monica as close as he could.

"I love you, I love you so much," he repeated, kissing whatever part of her he could reach as she moved up and down on top of him.

"I love you," she panted, turning her head to capture his lips with hers once more.

It didn't take long for either of them to get there, it seemed like they were almost always on edge these days, just waiting for any opportunity they had for release. Monica could blame it on the pregnancy, Chandler really had no excuse other than his girlfriend was hot.

When they finished, Monica rolled off of him so that she was lying on her side with one arm draped over his chest.

"Well," he began. "I really hope everyone left for that, or else Ross might actually kill me."

Monica huffed out a laugh, lightly slapping his chest. "I'm never sleeping with you again," she threatened.

"You wish," he smiled down at her, heart constricting as she smiled back up at him. "You're stuck with me now baby."

"What a hardship," she lamented. Chandler kissed the top of her head fondly, and she rested her head on his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mon," he responded, pulling her as close against his side as he could. "I love you, and I'm so grateful to be able to go through all of this with you."

"I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else," she replied honestly. "You're gonna be the best daddy our baby could ever want."

Chandler smiled. "Is it crazy that I like the sound of that? It should scare me, right? That I'm gonna be a daddy? But it doesn't, at all."

"No Chandler, that's not crazy at all," she assured him. "It's…it's really good. It's why I want to do this with you, because I know we didn't plan this, but I also know that you want this as much as I do. And you have no idea how much that means to me."

Chandler did know, though. He remembered how torn up she had been after realizing that Richard didn't want kids, how heartbroken she'd been when they'd split as a result. For as long as he'd known her, this was all she had wanted, and it meant more to him than he could express that he could be the one to give it to her.

"You've grown up so much since I met you," she continued, and Chandler huffed a laugh at the thought of Chandler-from-ten-years-ago finding out he would be a father. Well, he probably wouldn't have stuck around to find out much more than that. "I'm serious, honey, I'm so proud of you."

Chandler felt heat flood his cheeks at her praise. "Yeah, well, you certainly make it easy for me," he deflected.

"I really don't," Monica argued. "I know I'm a mess right now, and I'm all over the place, but I would be so much worse without you. You're my rock; I just really, really appreciate you being so good about this."

"You're having our baby, you're allowed to be a little all over the place. And I can't imagine not being okay with this. I mean, I know I did freak out at first, but once I really thought about it there was no doubt in my mind what I wanted." He turned his attention to her bump where it was pressed against his side. "How could I not want you, huh kiddo?" He stroked his hand softly over her stomach. "You're gonna change our lives. And it's gonna be scary and unpredictable and I can't wait. I can't wait to meet you," he looked back at Monica, who now had tears in her eyes, keeping his hand resting gently over their baby, he gazed at her with as much sincerity as he could muster. "And I can't wait to be a family."

I thought y'all deserved some fluff after the angst-fest that was the past few chapters...but will it last? Stay tuned folks! Don't forget to let me know what you thought of this, and come talk to me on instagram supernatural_mondler!