September 29th, 1994
He knew continuing to sleep with his best friend's little sister was so wrong, but why did it feel so very, very right? Why did it feel like something they should have been doing all along, and why did the fact that she was carrying his child feel so meant to be? Even if it was out of wedlock.
It felt so comfortable and too good to be true, which scared him because he had never thought love would feel this easy. From his past experiences and what he had observed in other relationships, it always seemed like a war zone of casualties, heartache, and pain.
With Monica, though, it felt like a dream or a fairytale. They just fit so well together, both figuratively and literally. The transition from friends to lovers was so natural that it scared him because he was sure the other shoe would eventually drop.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica gasped in pleasure as he spooned her and thrust into her from behind. Their hands intertwined and rested over her swollen, pregnant belly.
His thoughts snapped to the present, and he bent his head to kiss her neck. Monica gasped and gave his hand a tight squeeze as he could feel her contract around him.
What had started as them sleeping together to fulfill Monica's pregnancy urges, after all, he was the one responsible for her current state, had turned into a love affair that he felt unworthy of. Monica was beautiful and perfect, and he felt unworthy of her. However, he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone and already loved their daughter unconditionally.
"Please, please," Monica gasped as she desperately squirmed against him.
"Please, what, baby?" Chandler breathed into her ear as he cupped a swollen breast with his free hand before teasing the hardened nipple.
"Faster, baby, please," Monica gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her body.
"You want me to go faster, baby?" Chandler growled against her ear.
"Yes, oh God, yes," Monica gasped as his other hand released from hers and moved down to her wet heat, and she screamed and shuddered as his fingers entered her and began tickling her.
"Are you sure you can take it?" Chandler teased as he played with her swollen pearl.
"Of course, I can handle it," Monica scowled and arched her brow at his challenge as he kissed her neck.
"I dare you to make me come so hard I squirt," Monica dared.
"Baby, I am going to do more than make you squirt. I am going to make you black out," Chandler huskily replied before nibbling on her neck and swirling his finger inside of her as he began thrusting faster and harder.
"Oh, God," Monica gasped as she fisted the sheets. The hand on her breast had moved down her swollen belly to rest on her hip, and his thumb was massaging her just like she liked.
"Oh, fuck!" Monica exclaimed as she felt overwhelmed by pleasure as he touched her and fervently pumped in and out of her. Her pregnancy had made her more sensitive to everything, including the feeling of him touching, kissing, and making love to her. Regardless of whether she was pregnant, she still craved the delicious feel of having him inside of her, touching her, and kissing her. It may have been a premature feeling, but he felt like her soulmate.
"Hmmm, oh, Chandler!" Monica whimpered, closing her eyes as her vision began to grow fuzzy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Monica whimpered as she began to violently shake, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A powerful and all-consuming surge of pleasure jolted throughout her entire body, and she felt herself squirting as she saw stars, and her vision went black.
"Oh, God!" Chandler yelled as the intensity of her muscles contracting around him was so intense that his whole body began to twitch uncontrollably, and he exploded inside of her.
Powerful Waves of pleasure continued to ripple through him, robbing him of breath and making him gasp. It didn't help matters that Monica was also squirting and wildly contracting around his fingers, still buried inside of her core.
"Hmmmm, oh, Chandler!" Monica shuddered as she came to, and she let out a shuddery laugh as she felt their daughter kick her from inside.
"What is it, baby?" Chandler breathlessly asked.
"You made me blackout, squirt, and come so violently we must have woken, peanut," Monica laughed as she moved her hand to caress her belly.
"Calm down, sweetie. It's ok. Daddy was making Mommy feel very good and very happy," Monica smiled down at her thumping belly.
"I'm sorry if we woke you, sweetheart," Chandler whispered to their unborn child as he put his hand over Monica's hand in the spot where their daughter was kicking.
"She takes after her Daddy," Monica lamented.
"She doesn't like to be woken up either," Monica laughed.
"God, Monica. I so can't wait to meet her," Chandler muttered into her neck before nuzzling it with his nose and lips.
"Me neither," Monica smiled as she squeezed his hand.
"Monica," they heard her new roommate and longtime friend Rachel call from outside her bedroom as Rachel knocked on her door.
"Yes," Monica answered as she and Chandler snapped their heads towards the door.
"Where do you keep the mop?" Rachel asked.
"In the closet by the bathroom. Why?" Monica suspiciously asked as Chandler raised his eyebrow in curiosity.
"Um, because I accidentally overfilled the coffee maker and got coffee all over the place," Rachel confessed.
"Sorry!" Rachel added.
Monica closed her eyes and let out a quiet, frustrated groan before taking a deep breath and plastering on a fake smile for the sake of her domestically challenged friend.
"That's ok. I'm coming," Monica said with a measured tone.
"God, she's like a baby deer walking for the first time," Chandler grunted as he pulled out of her and fell back on her bed.
"Uh, yeah," Monica agreed as she reluctantly got out of bed. Chandler turned his head when he felt the mattress move as she got out of bed, and he smiled at the view of her perfect ass and the graceful curve of her beautiful spine. God, he was hopelessly and irreversibly in love with his best friend, but God, did it feel so right.
January 7th, 1995
Chandler sat dejectedly in front of the window, watching as the rain poured down. His mother had just come into town for the next leg of her book tour and to inform him that she was getting divorced for the fourth time. Being with Monica had started to turn his outlook on marriage around. Still, his mother's news quickly shattered his hope of having a successful marriage and any desire to ask Monica to marry him.
He had started to picture it by getting down on one knee and asking Monica to marry him, beaming at Monica as she walked down the aisle, a vision in white, moving to the suburbs and having more babies.
He wanted it all with Monica, but now he could picture the two of them fighting in a messy divorce over custody of their perfect daughter. The future that was starting to feel so bright now felt so bleak.
"Hey," he heard her quietly say, and he turned his head to see her standing at the threshold of his apartment.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Monica asked as she made her way over to where he was sitting and kneeled on the floor.
"I've been better," Chandler grumbled.
"I'm so sorry to hear about your mother, Chandler," Monica said sympathetically patting his hand, and a vision of them making love on their honeymoon flashed through his brain before it was stuffed out with a vision of them screaming at each other before he walked out the door.
The room started to feel like it was spinning as dread filled him, and he closed his eyes at the thought of the one person he loved in the world potentially hating him.
"I don't want to be her," Monica Chandler gulped as she gently squeezed his hand. "Or my father," Chandler added.
"I know," Monica softly said, and he could not help but smile. She understood him so well. Sometimes, it felt like she could read his mind, and he, without a doubt, knew she could read his emotions as clear as day.
"I don't want to get married," Chandler whispered as he gazed into the deep blue pools of her irises. So beautiful, he thought.
"What are you saying?" Monica shook her head.
"I love you, Monica, more than anything, but I don't want to get married ever," Chandler clarified, and his heart broke as despair and hopelessness grayed her beautiful face.
"Oh," was all she said, at a loss for words.
"Mon…" Chandler said, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away and stood up.
"No," Monica said, her face red and stained with tears.
"I need to think," Monica said, shaking her head and turning to leave.
"Mon…" Chandler weakly said again as he watched her shoulders begin to shake.
Monica turned towards him, and it shot pain through his entire body right to his core. She looked just as broken as he felt inside.
"I wish…I wish you could believe in the strength of our love the way I do," Monica said as she began to sob and rush out of his apartment.
"Me too," Chandler said as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall as he began to cry. That night was the first time they had broken up and the first time he had broken her heart.
May 18th, 2000
Monica entered apartment twenty after shopping with Rachel and Phoebe all day, and she gasped as she saw Chandler standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by candles illuminating the otherwise dark apartment.
"What is going on?" Monica asked as she dropped her purse and shopping bag on the floor and slowly floated towards him.
"Monica," Chandler began as he dropped on one knee and extended his hands towards her. Monica gasped in disbelief and put her hand over her mouth.
"Is this happening?" Monica asked as her head began to spin in disbelief, and her heart began to race as she approached him.
"Monica," Chandler began as she stood before him, and he took her delicate hands in his strong ones.
"Oh, my God," Monica gulped as he gently squeezed her shaking hands. Was this finally happening? Was what she had hoped and prayed for so long finally happening? Was he going to ask her to marry him? She felt like she was in a dream Monica was afraid she would wake up from.
"I love you," Chandler gulped through tears.
"I love you, too, Chandler," Monica tearfully smiled.
"The happiest moments of my life I have shared with. You're just loving me, and it has given me everything I have ever wanted and then some. You blessed me with our beautiful child," Chandler continued as Monica cried.
"I want you to know that I trust us, Mon. I believe in us, Mon. I believe that our love is strong enough to overcome anything that comes our way," Chandler cried.
"Oh, my God," Monica beamed through her tears.
"It's all I've ever wanted you to hear you say," Monica breathed.
"I have wasted so much time being afraid. Well, I don't want to be afraid anymore, Mon. You are the one with whom I was meant to spend the rest of my life. I will do whatever it takes to make us work because you are worth it. We are worth it. I want to give you this to show you I am serious," Chandler said.
He let go of her hands to pull a ring box out of his pocket, and he opened the box to present a sterling, silver diamond and sapphire ring.
"It's so beautiful!" Monica gasped as she brought her hands to her mouth.
"Monica?" Chandler asked, locking eyes with her.
"Yeah," Monica cried in awe at the surreal moment.
"Will you marry me?" Chandler whispered.
"Yes, yes," Monica cried as she held out her hand for him to slip the stunning ring on her finger, and then she leaned in passionately to kiss him.
"Oh, my God! We're engaged! We are finally engaged!" Monica shook her head in disbelief when they finally broke apart. They both lovingly smiled before leaning in to kiss and then embrace tenderly.
"Can we come in yet? We are dying out here," They heard Joey shout outside the front door, and Monica and Chandler happily chuckled as they broke away.
"Yes, yes! Come in, come in!" Monica shouted as she and Chandler rose from the floor as an excited Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel burst through the front door.
"Where engaged!" Monica happily and tearfully exclaimed as she and Chandler made their way over to their friends.
Phoebe, Joey, and Rachel cheered before all five friends embraced in a group hug.
"This is the least jealous I have ever been," Rachel cried as she turned towards Monica and placed her hand on her head.
Monica and Chandler smiled as they leaned into each other, and Chandler kissed the side of her head.
"Oh wait, this is wrong!" Phoebe exclaimed as she pulled away.
"Ross isn't here," Phoebe added, and everyone nodded and murmured in agreement.
Then, Rachel blurted out, "Oh, hell, he's done this three times. He knows what this is about!" Rachel exclaimed as she waved them back together into another group hug.
The five friends once more embraced as they celebrated the milestone, fairytale moment that finally arrived.
May 18th, 2000