October 31st, 2001
Monica resentfully tossed Halloween candy into the bowl. She wanted to take Hannah trick-or-treating, but Rachel had asked Monica if she could take her because of some maternal instinct bonding thing her pregnancy was causing.
She relented because Hannah was so excited to go with Rachel, and Chandler reminded her she was hosting this party. However, she had planned on doing both.
She loved that Rachel and Hannah had such an incredible bond, but she would be lying if she did not feel jealous of their relationship at times. Rachel was the fun auntie who played Barbies, let Hannah stay up late to watch movies, and fed her candy and junk food. Monica was the strict mommy who constantly told her what to do and not do.
"Hey now," she heard him say as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist.
"My God, what did the candy do to deserve such a beating?" Chandler added before kissing her neck. She could feel him stiff against her backside, closed her eyes, and inwardly groaned. He was very good at providing momentary distractions.
"It looked at me the wrong way," Monica quipped as she angrily tossed a piece of chocolate into the bowl.
"Hey, hey," he said, turning her around in his arms.
"What's wrong, Mon?" Chandler asked.
"Nothing," Monica grumbled, looking down at her freshly manicured nails.
"Well, that sad little kitty cat pout of yours tells a different story," Chandler said, wrapping his hands around her Lycra-covered waist.
"Okay, fine," Monica relented.
"I'm just a little bitter about Rachel taking Hannah trick-or-treating," Monica said, looking back up at him, and Chandler smiled sympathetically.
"It stung, didn't it?" Chandler said empathetically.
"Didn't it bother you too how eager Hannah was to trick-or-treat with Rachel instead of us?" Monica asked, pointing between the two of them.
"Yeah, it did because she is embarrassed to be seen with the big pink bunny," Chandler pointed to his garishly pink bunny costume. His exaggerated reaction, coupled with the silly suit, made her laugh. He did look ridiculous in that costume. She wasn't sure what she was thinking when she picked it out. She owed him big time for this blunder.
"I'm sorry," Monica said sympathetically.
"Any way I can make it up to you?" Monica purred as she rested her hands on his chest.
"Yeah, let me have my way with you later, Catwoman," Chandler whispered huskily.
"I was counting on it, big bunny," she seductively purred as she ran a finger up his chest before bopping him on his bunny nose, making them both laugh.
"Anyway, I guess I am not as fun as Rachel," Monica sadly shrugged.
"Hey," Chandler said, lifting her chin.
"You will always be the coolest Cat to me," Chandler smiled, which made Monica blush.
"And you'll always be the warm, safe place that Hannah comes back to feel that safe, unconditional love and protection that only you, her mother, can provide,"
"Thank you," Monica smiled as she grabbed the collar of his bunny suit and pulled him into a kiss.
"Mommy," they heard Hannah sniffle, and they snapped their heads towards the door to see Tinker Bell dressed Hannah sniffling with a guilt-ridden Rachel in tow.
"What's wrong, baby?" Monica asked as she moved towards her daughter.
"Tommy pushed me down and stole my Halloween candy," Hannah sobbed as she held her arms towards her mother. Monica scooped her up, and Hannah wrapped her arms around Monica's neck and legs around Monica's waist as she nestled her face in the side of her mother's neck.
"That was so mean, Mommy. Why did he do it?" Hannah sobbed louder than before.
"I know, baby, and I don't know why," Monica sympathetically said as she rubbed her daughter's back.
"How did this happen? Weren't you watching her?" Monica asked as both she and Chandler looked questioningly at her.
"I was," Rachel threw her hands up in the air.
"But I ran into the cute firefighter guy downstairs, and I turned around to talk to him for a second, and then that happened. I feel just awful," Rachel said, walking towards Hannah to rub her back.
"I am so sorry, sweetie," Rachel said, kissing the back of Hannah's head.
"It's okay," Hannah said, wiping her wet little eyes.
"What happened?" Ross asked, walking over to the kitchen with his latest girlfriend Mona in tow.
"Tommy pushed me down and took my candy," Hannah said.
"That's uncalled for! I'm going to go have a little talk with him," Ross said.
"Dressed like a science experiment," Chandler said, stopping him.
"I don't think so, Spudnik" Chandler quipped,
"It's Sputnik, and your one to talk. You're dressed in a pink bunny costume your wife made you wear," Ross said as he approached Chandler and poked him in the chest.
"Okay, stop it. There will be no fighting in this apartment," Monica said, grabbing her husband's arm with her free hand as Mona grabbed Ross's arm to pull him back.
"Yeah, you're acting mean like Tommy," Hannah frowned, looking up from her mother's shoulder, and Monica nodded in agreement.
"Sorry," Ross and Chandler apologized before looking down like two naughty little boys, and Monica smirked at how much they resembled little boys that had just got scowled in that moment.
"Now, apologize to each other," Monica smiled, pointing authoritatively between Ross and Chandler.
"Sorry, buddy," Chandler said.
"Yeah, sorry, man," Ross said as they both brought it in for a hug, which nearly knocked Ross over, and both Mona and Chandler scrambled to keep Ross on his feet.
A knock was heard on the door, and Rachel grabbed the bowl of candy before opening the door.
"You," Rachel said, pointing down accusingly at none other than Tommy Doyle.
"Tommy has something he would like to say to Hannah," Tommy's mother, Elaine, said as Monica set Hannah on the floor and gently nudged Hannah towards the door.
"Sorry, Hannah," Tommy looked down, extending Hannah's Halloween bucket of candy toward her.
"It's okay," Hannah shrugged.
"And thank you for giving it back," Hannah added sweetly.
"That was not a very nice thing to do," Monica said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know," Tommy looked down guiltily.
"Can Hannah still come over to play tomorrow, please?" Tommy asked, looking up at Monica.
"Can I, Mommy?" Hannah looked up sweetly at her mother.
"Sure," Monica laughed and rolled her eyes, "But treat my daughter like a little lady, please. No pushing, hitting, or roughhousing, sir," Monica added.
"Yes, ma'am," Tommy nodded.
"Shake on it," Monica said, extending her hand.
"Okay," Tommy said, shaking Monica's hand.
"Bye, Hannah," Tommy smiled and waved.
"Bye, Tommy," Hannah waved back and blushed.
"Monica," Elaine said coldly.
"Elaine," Monica rolled her eyes as she closed the door. Tommy was usually a nice enough kid, but his mother was a judgmental prude.
"Tommy is so nice, Mommy," Hannah smiled, looking up at Monica before turning around and walking towards the kitchen table to inspect her candy and ensure Tommy did not eat it.
"Did Tommy do what he did because he likes her?" Chandler whispered as he grabbed Monica's elbow.
"I'm afraid so, big guy, and I think Hannah has a little crush on him too," Monica patted her husband's back sympathetically.
Chandler groaned as he put his head in his hands as Monica chuckled and rubbed his back.
October 31st, 2001 - After the Party
Chandler scrubbed his face tiredly as he entered his bedroom. He stopped when he saw his wife lying on their bed, and he closed and locked the door securely behind him. He was sure whatever he and Monica were about to do was something neither of them wanted Hannah to walk in on.
Monica lay naked on their bed with her legs daintily crossed, wearing nothing more than a pair of knee-length black stockings and a seductive smile. She still had the cat nose and whiskers painted on her face. She looked delicious.
"Hello, big Bunny. I am ready for you to have your way with me now," Monica purred as she lay back further on her elbows.
"With pleasure," Chandler smirked as he hastily began removing his bunny costume, and Monica whimpered at his glistening, taut, tanned body as it came into view, and she outwardly gasped and gawked as he stripped down to his birthday suit.
"My, my, the sail is certainly erect tonight," Monica preened as she admired the view.
"It's been up all night. You have no idea how painfully hard I have been all night, Mon," Chandler whispered as he joined her on the bed. She amusedly laughed before he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply before rolling her onto her back.
They kissed passionately, and he placed his hands on either side of her hips as they strained against each other.
"Would little Miss Kitty like a bath?" Chandler asked before kissing her neck.
"Yes," Monica purred as she moved to sit on his face and intertwined her fingers with his.
"This is Daddy Kitty's favorite way to play," Chandler whispered before darting his tongue inside her hot core and letting out a deep moan as he flicked her sensitive bud with his skillful tongue.
"This is mommy kitty's favorite way to play, too," Monica purred as she threw her head back and bucked her hips against his face. She was already twitching in pleasure, and she hadn't even cum yet.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica whimpered as he began to suck on her as he moaned. She swooned when he made his sexy sounds of pleasure when he loved her in any way. The fact that the taste of her pleased him so much made her feel so sexy and attractive.
She gasped as she looked down to see his blue gaze lustfully up at her, and his mouth turned into a cocky smirk as he deliciously licked her.
"Yeah," Monica nodded as she squeezed her eyes shut and his hands tighter as she bucked her hips. The sight of him beneath her was almost too much to take. Why did he always have to be so boyishly sexy and charming - especially when they made love?
"I love you...I love you so much," Monica could not help but moan as she felt their wedding bands clink together.
"God, I love you," Monica gasped as he began to lick her vigorously.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Monica whined in a high-pitched tone as she began to convulse as she came, and she gasped as he released her hands and gently pushed her off of him, causing her to land on the plush mattress beneath. Her heart was beating in anticipation. She knew what was coming, and it would be even more spectacular than the incredible preview she just had.
He was equally swift in grabbing and pulling on the condom as he was entering her. He had done both a million times before, and soon they were both whimpering and moaning as they humped and kissed like two lovers in a romance novel. No matter how often they did this together, their need and hunger were great. To say they were so in love was an underestimate. They loved each other so much it hurt.
"Hmm, I love you so much, baby," Monica moaned between kisses as he hovered over her with his arms resting on either side of her head on her pillow and his hands framing her face.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," Chandler whispered between feather-light kisses and slow, sensual thrusts.
"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you," Chandler murmured as he planted kisses along her collarbone.
"You are so perfect," Chandler mused, caressing each cheek with the corresponding thumb.
"You are so perfect for me," Monica smiled lovingly up at him.
"You are the only man that has ever loved me the way you do. You've given me everything, including our beautiful little girl," making them both adoringly smile as they thought about their little girl sleeping in her room.
"I'm so glad we made her and had her, Mon," Chandler smiled down with her as tears pooled in his eyes.
"Me too," Monica beamed up at him with tears in her eyes.
"These last few months being married to you has been heaven on earth," Chandler whispered, his lips hovering over hers as their foreheads touched.
"Oh, Chandler, I feel the same way," Monica whispered before he captured his lips in a searing kiss as they continued to make love.
October 31st, 2002
It was hard for Monica to thoroughly enjoy the feel of her husband's delicious cock 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 just told him that because he refused to sleep with her. At the same time, she did share his sentiment about not wanting to make love in the middle of a fight. However, 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 most of the time.
Of course, she hated the idea of them conceiving their child together in the middle of an argument. Of course, their lovemaking was just 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 to put the fight on pause, but he could be sure that after their lovemaking 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. She was helpless to the "Oh Chandler," she involuntarily whimpered as he sucked on her neck.
She lied to Chandler earlier when she said she hated it when he kissed her neck. Of course, she had only told him 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 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. She loved it 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 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 didn't mean to. Still, 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.
"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 body, and Chandler grunted as he pounded into her, slamming his eyes shut and sexily moaning 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, placing both hands on the side of his face and lifting his head from her chest. He smiled gleefully at her as he captured her lips with his own. They moaned into the kiss before he pulled out and rolled off of her, completely spent.
"You are welcome," Chandler smiled 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 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 her and slid out of the bed, snatching 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 you said you wouldn't have sex with me if we were fighting," Monica added, putting her robe on and synching 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 victoriously said, pivoting on her heel and marching out of their bedroom into the living room. She chuckled as she heard Chandler whining like a little girl about feeling so used.
"Hi," Monica said, stopping as she saw her nanny, Maggie, and her daughter rummaging through a huge pile of Halloween candy.
"Hi, love," Maggie 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.
"You better not eat all of that tonight, little lady. You can have a few pieces, but that is it."
"Yes, Mommy," Hannah nodded.
"You look so cute," Monica said, gushing over her Halloween costume. She wore her black dance leotard underneath black spandex pants, and her dance clothes were accessorized with black cat ears and a cat tail. She also had a kitten nose and whiskers painted on her sweet little face. Her little kitten was just too cute for words.
"Yeah…" Maggie sighed. "That's about the best you can do shopping at CVS for Halloween costumes after dance class on Halloween night," Maggie said, examining a half-open Kit-Kat bar that she tossed 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 an irritated Chandler emerging from their bedroom.
"Monica…" Chandler said, freezing when he noticed Maggie and Hannah staring curiously at him. However, Monica stared indignantly at him, which annoyed him even more. She felt very proud of herself.
"Daddy!" Hannah exclaimed as she hopped off 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's Halloween costume. Usually, Hannah dressed up as some fairy or Disney princess for Halloween, so this costume was a bit of a change, but she looked adorable.
One thing was sure. They did make gorgeous babies; regardless of whether he had impregnated her under misleading conditions, 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.
"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 last Halloween night.
"That's funny, Daddy," Hannah giggled, which made Chandler laugh.
"Did you go trick-or-treating?" Chandler enthusiastically asked as he noticed the massive pile of candy on the table.
"Yeah," Hannah giggled as her father twirled her around, making her giggle.
"Did you get loads of candy?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah," Hannah laughed as her father continued to twirl her around.
"Ooh, can I see?" Chandler asked as he spun his daughter over to the table.
"No," Hannah giggled, unsuccessfully pulling her father back.
"Why not?" Chandler mock pouted as he stared down at the pile of chocolate and other sugary delights scattered across the table.
"Because you'll eat it all," Hannah laughed as her father ignored her protests and fished through the pile.
"Chandler, 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.
"Oh, very," Maggie laughed.
"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.
"Yeah," Hannah nodded and giggled.
"Well, then, if the little lady says it, it shall be done," Chandler bowed before returning to his bedroom with Monica in two. There was so much they wanted to say to each other, but they would not fight in front of their daughter.
To be continued