April 3, 2002
Chandler stood outside the nursery gazing nostalgically at the tiny blue and pink bundles in their bassinets. Some were crying desperately, longing to be nestled in the warmth of their mother's arms, and some were sleeping contently tired from their exhausting trip down the birth canal.
His bundle, however, neither cried nor slept; his bundle, he recalled, gazed up at the fascinating, new world in awe, patiently waiting until she could be placed back in her mother's waiting and loving arms, from which the nurses had to use the Jaws of Life to pull her from practically. But that was his Hannah: patient, curious, and a careful observer of the world around her. She was a fantastic little girl.
Watching the newborn babies reminded him of how he had stood behind the same glass eight years ago, gazing at his child lying in one of those bassinets, and he longed to go back to that time when his child was that tiny and new.
Falling in love with his daughter had happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye, and by the time he realized it, he was already hooked. Loving her had felt so intuitive and binding. So much so that he felt as if a big piece of his heart had been cut out of his chest and given to her, and because of that, he felt that if he were to lose her, that same piece of his heart would be gone forever, which is why he swore at that moment to do everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.
Because he loved Hannah so much and Monica just the same in very different ways, of course. He was ready to have another baby with Monica, which surprised and thrilled him at the same time because, once upon a time, he didn't even want kids.
However, he wanted his Hannah; Hannah was a different story. He knew from the moment Monica uttered the three life-altering words, "I am pregnant," that he wanted her. He could have never asked Monica to get an abortion or give their baby up for adoption, and he certainly could have never left Monica to raise Hannah on her own; those things were out of the question. It was MONICA, and it was THEIR baby. Of course, he wanted THEIR child. They both did.
However, he knew he would have never been THAT confident or sure had it been anybody else. Sure, he would have never suggested any of those things, and he would have been there for this child, regardless of who it was with, but he knew for certain that he wouldn't have been so sure or excited. For some reason, having a baby with Monica felt natural and right.
Even when they weren't together, he did think about having another baby with her a lot because the one they made together was pretty spectacular, so he never understood why Richard didn't want to have children with her.
The Big Tree was a fool. He had no idea what an honor and thrill it was to father Monica's child. She was a fantastic mother who made beautiful babies, and he could not understand why Richard didn't want that with Monica when Richard got to see how magnificent a child with Monica would be. However, he thanked his lucky stars for Richard's stupidity because it helped lead her back into Chandler's arms, where she belonged.
So, yes, he most definitely wanted to have another child with Monica, and he hoped that she still wanted one too because, judging by her earlier reaction, he wasn't so sure she did. He had never seen her balk at making a baby before. So, he needed to find out what THAT was about.
"So, you want to have another baby?" he heard her say behind him, and he turned to face her.
She was standing across from him, leaning against the wall with a look of hopeful uncertainty. She knew how much Chandler loved Hannah, but they had never seriously discussed having another baby. Sure, they had some casual and sporadic conversations about it here and there over the past few years, but those conversations were merely hypothetical.
"I do. I really do," Chandler smiled as he moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her tenderly.
"But apparently, you don't, judging by how you freaked out earlier," Chandler smiled as they pulled apart.
"No, I do, but we haven't talked about having another baby in a while," Monica sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I know, but that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it," Chandler smiled down at her.
"Really?" Monica looked up giddily at him.
"I've always wanted to make more babies with you, Monica. We make beautiful babies together," Chandler softly smiled.
"We do," Monica agreed before Chandler captured her lips to kiss her deeply and tenderly.
"I love you," Monica smiled up at him when they broke apart.
"I love you too," Chandler beamed at her, his blue eyes radiating love.
"So, if you want another baby, and I want another baby, does that mean we are going to start trying?" Monica asked, pointing between the two of them.
"We're trying; we're trying to get pregnant," Chandler smiled at her as he grasped her petite waist.
"So, when do you want to start trying?" Chandler asked after a brief moment of silence.
"I don't know…" Monica wondered biting her bottom lip in contemplation.
"Maybe here," Monica suggested, realizing they had nothing else to do and this would be a productive way to kill time.
"It's perfect!" Chandler said excitedly.
"We have tons of time to kill, and we are in a building full of beds," Chandler added.
"And it's so clean!" Monica exclaimed as Chandler gave her a high five before they scampered off to find the nearest room to have sex.
April 3, 2002 - A Short Time Later
"Man, there is nowhere in this godforsaken place to have sex!" As four interns passed by, Monica loudly exclaimed and gave Monica and Chandler mortified looks.
"And somehow, shouting that for everyone in the hospital to hear, on top of already getting caught in the act, will only lead to us getting kicked out of said godforsaken place," Chandler replied as he steered Monica to a more private conversation space.
"We are just really going to have to wait to get out of this place to try to make a baby, aren't we?" Monica asked as she crossed her arms over her chest in disappointment.
"And that could be forever, as it will take Rachel until the end of eternity to have this kid," Chandler complained.
"I know!" Monica exclaimed.
"I had ours in half this time!" Monica said as a triumphant smile began to form on her face, confusing Chandler.
"What?" Chandler asked.
"That means I beat Rachel! HA!" Monica exclaimed as Chandler rolled his eyes, noticing for the first time that they were standing in front of a Janitor's closet, and a brilliant plan formed in his kinky mind.
"Maybe we could do it in here," Chandler enthusiastically suggested while pointing to the sign on the door.
"I don't know," Monica apprehensively said as she bit her thumbnail. She wanted to have sex not only because she wanted to conceive another child but also because she was extremely horny after their several false starts. However, sex in a dirty janitorial closet did seem a bit desperate, and they weren't sex addicts. They could afford to be a bit selective.
"Come on, we did it in the supply closet at Central Perk," Chandler said, reminding her of their previous sexual escapade.
"Plus, no one is going to bother us in there," Chandler added, pointing towards the room.
"That is true," Monica sighed.
"Ok! Let's do it!" Monica exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Chandler scanned the hallway to ensure no one was coming up or down it before quickly pushing open the door, pulling them into it, closing it behind them, and locking it.
"It's so filthy in here," Monica said, scanning the dimly lit and cluttered closet.
"It's a Janitor's closest? What did you expect?" Chandler chuckled as he rolled his eyes.
"I don't know," Monica shrugged.
"Where should we do it?" Monica asked, looking around the room for someplace to have sex.
"I don't know," Chandler said.
"Maybe against that wall," Chandler suggested, pointing to the small patch of uncluttered wall space. The rest of it was crowded with boxes and various cleaning supplies.
"Ewe, no it's so dingy…" Monica said, scrunching her nose in disgust. That wall would need some serious cleaning before she would have her body pressed against it in the throes of passion.
"Plus, the last time we tried it standing up, you almost threw your back out, and we have too much baby-making to do for that to happen, big guy," Monica quipped as Chandler nodded in agreement.
"Ok…" Chandler trailed off as he scanned the room for a second option.
"How about that bucket?" Chandler suggested, pointing towards a lone bucket in the middle of the small room.
"It looks pretty sturdy," Chandler added.
"Wouldn't we fall in?" Monica laughed at the absurdity of his idea.
"Obviously, we would tip it over, so I could sit on it and NOT in it," Chandler said deadpan.
"Oh, yeah, that would work," Monica laughed as they both leaned in to kiss and finish the previously started work of unbuttoning each other's shirts as they stumbled backward towards the bucket.
"I...love...you," Monica panted between kisses as Chandler opened her lacy white top, revealing her lavender bra.
"I…love you…too," Chandler added as he cupped her breasts before nearly tripping over the bucket and stumbling backward as Monica grabbed his arm to steady him.
"Oh, God, maybe this is a bad idea," Monica groaned as she massaged her forehead in frustration.
"No, no it's the perfect place to make a baby; we did make our first one on a pool table in a bar," Chandler said, as she lifted her hand to his face and kissed it.
"That is true, and we wouldn't want to mess with the tradition of conceiving our children in unusual places," Monica smiled as she unzipped her trousers and pushed them down her legs, and kicked them off, revealing her matching lavender thong.
"That would be just crazy," Chandler chuckled as he hastily unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his legs, struggling to get them off over his sneakers. He comically kicked them off, leaving him in his red boxer briefs.
"Yeah," Monica breathed, admiring her husband's thick, delicious dick poking out at her from his tight briefs. She strolled towards and kissed him deeply before crouching in front of him.
"Oh, Mon," Chandler breathed, very well aware of what was in store for him.
"I'm already so hard and ready for you; you don't need to do that," Chandler hissed, just the mere thought of her warm mouth on his dick making it twitch.
She licked her lips and slipped his underwear down his legs, revealing his already rigid penis.
"Apparently," Monica smiled, looking up at her heavily breathing husband.
"But it just looks so delicious; I just can't resist," Monica said, licking her lips in desire before taking it entirely.
"Oh, fuck," Chandler hissed as his wife began to suck his dick. He looked down to see her head bobbing up and down. Seeing her taking him in her mouth was enough to throw him over the edge, and he wanted to cum in her uterus. After all, there was a purpose in all of this…to make a baby, and he was sure he knew enough about biology to know that he couldn't impregnate her by coming in her mouth. He needed to cum inside of her.
"I just wanted to be sure you are ready," Monica said after releasing him from her mouth, standing up, and pressing her body against his. Monica smiled as she wrapped her arms around her neck.
"Well, then I think we need to check if you are also ready," Chandler smirked as he dipped his finger into her underwear to slip it inside of her wet heat.
"Oh, I'm ready!" Monica said as she leaned in to kiss him deeply.
"You're pretty wet," Chandler teased as their lips parted.
"But not wet enough," Chandler said as he slid down her body, trailing his tongue down her torso and stopping at her belly button to swirl his tongue around it, making her squirm and laugh. He smiled as he continued to trail his tongue lower and lower until he reached her underwear-covered pussy and slipped her panties down, revealing her tight, perfectly waxed snatch.
"Perfection," Chandler admired, staring lovingly into her eyes before slipping his tongue inside her slit to touch her swollen clit. He began to French kiss her already-sopping flower, thoroughly enjoying her taste. Everything about her was perfect, including the way that she tasted.
"God, I just love the way you taste, baby," Chandler glanced up at her before burying his face deeper into her wet heat.
"Do me now, baby, please," Monica begged as she thrust her hips against his face, causing Chandler to let out a throaty moan; she desperately needed him inside her. She was far past the point of thinking about baby making; all she could think about was the feeling of having him deep inside her where he belonged. Chandler desperately needed her, so he relented his revenge and shot up, and he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and hungrily.
He walked them backward towards the bucket and bent down to turn it over; then, he carefully crouched down on top of it, noting how uncomfortable it was on his ass and how flimsy it indeed was. Therefore, he had to bear most of his weight on his calves, causing him to be practically spread eagle on the bucket.
"I don't think this bucket is going to hold out very long; we need to be quick about this," Chandler said, looking up at his eager wife.
"Not a problem," Monica said; as she straddled him, she impaled herself on him, pressing him further into the uncomfortable bucket. He could feel the bottom of the bucket, which was now the top, buckling underneath the weight of them.
"My ass," Chandler gasped in a mixture of pleasure in pain. The elevated rim of the bucket was pinching his ass, but at the same time, she was clamping down on him, making his dick itch with pleasure. He was caught between a rock (his rock-hard dick) and a hard place (the bucket).
"Sorry," Monica said as she lifted herself up so that she was not wholly bearing down on him and so that she was supporting some of her weight with her legs; however, in doing so, the delicious pressure of her was lessoned leaving him with a longing feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was willing to endure the pain to enjoy the full feel of her.
"No, no, it's ok," Chandler gritted his teeth as he grasped her hips and pushed her hips further down on him, sighing in pleasure as he felt her engulf the entire length of him, and he was in heaven…and hell because his ass hurt like hell, but she sure felt like heaven.
"Are you sure?" Monica gasped as he pumped up into her.
"Definitely," Chandler sighed with a look of contentment on his face. "Oh yeah," Chandler moaned as he pounded up into her, gritting his teeth in pleasure and pain.
"Oh, God!" Monica whimpered as the tickling sensation in her womb began to build and build until it became so intense that it burst inside her, and her stomach muscles clenched and her legs twitched as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as her thighs quivered and her whole body trembled.
"Oh, fuck, Mon," Chandler gasped, feeling her inner walls spasm around him, and he couldn't hold out any longer. His dick involuntarily jerked up as he exploded inside of her, and he held her pelvis close to his as he burrowed his dick inside her as far as he could, making them moan and twitch.
They heard someone rattle the door handle, and startled, they both practically jumped off the bucket as they snapped their heads towards the doorway, staring at it in horror.
"Damn, it's locked," they heard someone say before relenting and walking off.
"Was that Phoebe?" Monica asked, still staring at the door.
"I don't know," Chandler replied," as he felt the bottom of the bucket give out underneath them, and he hastily pushed Monica up and popped up, as the bucket caved in.
"Well, I think we broke it," Chandler quipped as they stared at the broken bucket. Monica looked up at her husband as she burst out laughing before he rolled his eyes and pulled her closer to him to hungerily kiss her.
TO BE CONTINUED