November 21st, 2002
"Monica, I am so glad we finally got to catch up," Stassi's mother, Samantha, said, sipping her wine as she bounced her sleeping baby.
"I know! It feels like it has been a whirlwind," Monica said, circling the rim of her wine glass.
"That's because it has been," the sophisticated middle-aged blonde said.
"With this new little guy, I feel like there has been no time for socializing, catching up with old friends, or even fucking my husband," Samantha said bluntly.
"I know what you mean. It's been so crazy with my new job and Chandler being in Tulsa for his. I feel like I am being pulled in a million different directions," Monica said.
"Speaking of which, how is the new job going?" Samantha asked.
"I love it so much!" Monica beamed.
"The staff is amazing, and it's like a breath of fresh air," Monica added.
"That's fantastic, honey!" Samantha supportively said.
"It's a shame you didn't take that job the first time it came around."
"Yeah, it was a tough journey, But I don't regret turning down the sus chef position at Javu for the head chef position at Alejandro's all those years ago. Turning Alejandro's around is something I am proud of," Monica added before sipping her wine.
"As you should be. You turned one of the worst restaurants in the city into a three Michelin star destination restaurant."
"Thank you," Monica smiled.
"I appreciate that, Monica added.
The baby's eyes popped open, and he looked at Monica and squealed in delight, making Monica's heart melt.
"What are you looking at me? Are you looking at me?" Monica cooed, leaning down to kiss the baby's head, and her uterus skipped a beat as she got a whiff of that glorious baby smell. No smell could compare to the powdery, fresh baby smell.
"I do miss having one of these," Monica said, playing with the baby's tiny hand. She remembered when Hannah was that small and she could fit in her arms.
"Speaking of babies. How's the baby-making going with Chandler being in Tulsa?" Samantha asked as she bounced the baby in her arms, who was now entertaining himself by making spit bubbles.
"It's been tough with Chandler being in Tulsa, and I am just getting so antsy because it has not happened for us yet," Monica sighed.
"Oh, sweetie. I am sure everything is fine, but have you talked to your gyno?" Samantha asked, patting Monica's hand sympathetically.
"I have, and we both had fertility tests done to see if everything is working properly. I am as fertile as potting soil and have an extremely hospitable uterus. Chandler, meanwhile, has speedy and efficient swimmers. We both passed those tests with flying colors, but still no baby," Monica sighed again.
"Well, that's good news. It's going to happen. You two just need a night to have a good fuck," Samantha replied.
"No kidding," Monica huffed, causing Samantha to chuckle.
"Monica!" Rachel said, frantically entering the apartment.
"I have got to talk to you," Rachel said, grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard before joining the two women at the table.
"What's up, Rach?" Monica asked.
"Oh my God. Where do I even begin?" Rachel said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"At the beginning, of course," Samantha chimed in.
"Oh, my Gosh, Samantha, hi!" Rachel said, finally noticing Samantha's presence.
"I am so sorry. How rude of me," Rachel said as she poured the wine into the class.
"Don't worry," Samantha waved dismissively.
"It sounds like you've got something to spill, so spill," Samantha said, more interested in the tea Rachel had to spill than niceties.
"Right, so, oh, wow," Rachel said, still shaking her head in disbelief.
"So, apparently, Joey and Phoebe are sleeping together," Rachel finally spit out.
"What?" Samantha asked in disbelief, and Monica tried to fake the same level of shock, but Rachel could see right through her.
"You knew?!" Rachel pointed at Monica accusingly.
"Yes," Monica said, closing her eyes.
"How did you find out?" Rachel asked.
"Chandler and I saw them making out the night of Phoebe's birthday dinner," Monica said.
"I thought she was seeing Mike," Rachel inquired.
"She was... is? I'm not sure anymore," Monica said, shaking her head.
"But how did you find out?" Monica asked, turning the question around on her friend.
"Ross and I came home from dinner to find them making out on our couch," Rachel explained.
"Wow, I have to say I thought my single gals were a wild group, but this group takes the cake," Samantha said, thoroughly entertained and fascinated by this whole exchange.
"Thanks?" Rachel said, glancing at Monica, not sure how to take it.
"Oh honey, I mean this as a huge compliment," Samantha said as the phone rang, and Monica got up from the kitchen table to answer it.
"Oh, okay," Rachel shook her head, unsure how to take it.
"Hello," Monica said, acknowledging whoever was on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, honey," her husband's voice greeted her over the phone, and she smiled giddily.
"Hi, sweetheart," Monica replied as she leaned against the kitchen counter, glad to hear her husband's voice.
"I know who that is," Samantha sang. "I am sure his dick is just as hard for you as you are wet for him," Samantha added, causing Rachel to laugh and Monica to roll her eyes.
"So, how did she do?" Chandler asked, referring to Hannah's math test.
"Why don't you ask her yourself," Monica said.
"Hannah!" Monica said, calling to her daughter.
"Daddy's on the phone," Monica said, calling out to her daughter, who popped out of her room with Stassi in tow.
"Yeah!" Hannah excitedly nodded as she chassed towards her mother, and Rachel gave her niece's bum a tiny little bop as she passed by; upon reaching her mother, she took the phone from her mother and held it to her ear.
"Hi, Daddy," Hannah said.
"Good. How about you?" Monica heard her daughter ask her husband.
"I got an A!" Hannah boasted.
Monica couldn't hear Chandler's side of the conversation, but she surmised that he was showering her with praise and affection, judging by the big smile on her face and knowing how much Chandler had worked with his daughter to prepare her for that test.
Hannah, like Chandler, was naturally gifted in math, so she was taking fourth-grade math instead of third-grade math.
"Sort of…," Hannah sighed.
"For the group dance, I am, but I'm not sure about the trio; we haven't practiced that much for it, and Mrs. Abby…" Hannah began before her mother cut her off.
"Okay…" Monica interjected, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed; she didn't need Chandler finding out about the hell her dance teacher would be inflicting on her child that night. She planned to talk with him when he returned, but she did not want to upset Hannah even more when her father would inevitably go into a tailspin and threaten to pull her out of the dance school she had attended since she was two.
"Honey, why don't you and Stassi go back to your room and play? I'm sure daddy will call back later," Monica said to her floored daughter. She didn't feel good about doing what she just did but didn't know what else to do.
"Okay," Hannah sighed as Stassi followed her into her room.
"Sorry about that," Monica said, talking to her husband.
"Stassi and Samantha are over," Monica lied; it killed her to lie to her husband and make it seem as if their daughter was more interested in her friend than talking to him, but she didn't need to add to the drama of the evening; she would tell him another time; preferably when he was good and drunk.
"What was that all about?" Rachel asked, turning to Samantha.
"I'm assuming that Monica doesn't want to tell Chandler what a cunt Mrs. Abby is being, and I don't blame her. I don't want to tell my husband either."
"She does seem like an insufferable bitch," Rachel added.
"Oh, she is," Samantha agreed as the two women began chatting about their opinions of the wicked dance teacher.
"I see. Hannah does seem nervous about the competition," Chandler concluded as Monica waved to Samantha and Rachel to get their attention before pointing and mouthing to the pair that she was going into the bedroom. Samantha and Rachel nodded in understanding.
"Yeah," Monica said as she walked towards her bedroom.
"She is, but I know she is going to do great," Monica said as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
"No doubt," Chandler agreed.
"So, did you take the pregnancy test?" Chandler asked, bringing up the elephant in the conversation. Since they had started trying, she had religiously taken a pregnancy test once a week; unfortunately, every test had been negative.
"I did…." Monica began as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"And it was negative," Monica sighed, picking up a framed baby photo of a baby Hannah sitting on her nightstand and sadly smiling at it. She couldn't understand why this wasn't happening for them; the first time Chandler put his dick inside of her, she got pregnant. It seemed like this time would be as easy as the first time.
"Well, I figured as much when I hadn't heard from you today; I figured if it were positive, you would have called me as soon as you found out," Chandler replied.
"You know me so well," Monica laughed.
"I'm sorry; I meant to call you, but the day just got away from me; work was crazy, and Hannah's dance practice ran over and then…."Monica said, stopping herself from rambling on about the significant blow-up with Mrs. Abby over her negligence of the routine.
"That's okay; I get it," Chandler chuckled.
"I'm just so frustrated that we haven't gotten pregnant yet," Monica huffed.
"We've been trying for months!" Monica exclaimed.
"I know," Chandler laughed.
"Dr. Long said everything is working with both of us, that we need to work to make a baby, and that we just need to be patient," Chandler reasoned.
"I know, I know," Monica sighed.
"I just wish it would happen already," Monica whined.
"Me too," Chandler agreed.
"But hey, I'll be home next week for Thanksgiving, and we will have plenty of time to make a baby," Chandler said to cheer her up.
"I can't wait, and truthfully, I just really want to be with you, and not just to make a baby. I miss being with you so much. I miss us," Monica added.
"I know, baby. I miss you and us too. I also miss our daughter," Chandler sighed.
"Only one-hundred and eighty-three days until you are home for good," Monica said.
"So, you have been counting down the days, huh?" Chandler asked.
"Every day," Monica added.
November 28th, 2002
Monica giggled as Chandler pulled her into apartment nineteen and closed and locked the door.
"Come here," Chandler whispered, pulling her to them as he pushed her backward to the door, and she fell against it as they began to kiss passionately.
"Chandler," Monica whimpered as Chandler began kissing her neck.
"What about the pies?"
"Joey can wait," Chandler growled.
"He did devour nearly half a turkey," Chandler added as he cupped his face in her hands to dive back into kiss her.
"True," Monica replied before he re-captured her lips. They both moaned as their tongues twirled together and their lips fused.
Chandler found the band of her panties and pushed the black, lacy garment down her hips as she began fumbling for his fly. Monica eagerly stepped out of them and kicked them aside as he hiked up her dress to her hips.
They had been going at it non-stop the past week with him being home for Thanksgiving. They decided to take a break from focusing on baby-making and let nature take its course. She was still not taking birth control, and they were still not using condoms, but she stopped tracking when she was ovulating, and they had stopped trying to have sex at just the right time and in just the correct position.
They both still ached for another child, but they also missed them, and they wanted their child to be conceived as Hannah was out of a moment of spontaneity and passion, not from a textbook act of intercourse. Of course, sex between them was always out of love, but it was starting to feel more like a task to perform, which was the last thing either of them wanted to think about their lovemaking. They wanted to feel connection and passion.
Chandler grabbed Monica's hips and hoisted Monica against the door. Monica wrapped her legs around his waist as his pants and boxer briefs slipped to the floor.
"We're going to get caught," Monica smiled between playful pecks.
"Someone is going to come looking for us soon," Monica added as he moved his tongue and lips to the sweet spot behind her ear.
"Isn't that the fun of it, though?" Chandler whispered.
"Trying to finish before we get caught," Chandler added before nibbling on her ear.
"Like a challenge," Monica smiled.
"Exactly," Chandler added as he stopped his assault to make eye contact with her.
"To see if we can both climax before anyone comes pounding on the door demanding our presence," Chandler added.
"Challenge accepted," Monica smirked, her eyes gleaming.
Never one to turn down a legitimate challenge or competition, Monica triumphantly smirked as she moved her hands to his face and pulled him closer to her as his tongue slipped back inside of her mouth.
They both whimpered as he positioned himself at her entrance, and Monica thrust her hips against his impatiently as he rubbed his already painfully hard erection against her warm heat.
"Please," Monica pleaded against his lips.
"Please, what?" Chandler smirked mischievously.
"Please, please, please, enter me, baby," Monica whimpered as she bucked her hips against his and closed her eyes in pleasure.
"Since you nicely asked," Chandler chuckled.
"Shut up, you dweeb, and do me before I do it myself," Monica grumbled.
"Yes, ma'am," Chandler obliged as he aligned himself to her opening and rammed into her, making her gasp and then moan his name.
"I love it when you do me rough, baby," Monica whimpered before pulling his lips back to hers, needing to feel his mouth tease hers.
"God, you feel incredible," Chandler growled against her lips as he flicked his hips and pumped into her. God, he loved the feel of his pelvis against his. They were made to be together.
"Uh, huh," Monica agreed, her body itching with pleasure.
"Faster, baby," Monica gasped as she moved her hands down her back to his back to waist, and she held her hands there as he pumped into her, and they both loudly moaned as their thrusts quickened.
"Oh, God," Monica gasped, overwhelmed by the sight of him pushing against and into her, and she threw her head back against the door once more as he moved his lips back to her neck, making her gasp and twitch at the feel of his soft lips and warm breath against her neck. God, she loved the feel of his lips on her neck and every place of her body. He had the softest lips.
As the pleasure they felt continued to climb, so did the sounds of their moans and whimpers. When they both came, they shuddered, twitched, and shouted and gasped each other's names like a chant.
"Oh, my," Monica smiled as she twitched.
"I know," Chandler groaned as he buried his face in her neck, and she moved her hands to the back of his neck to caress it and hold him against her as they both continued to shake from the aftershock.
"God, I love you," Chandler grunted against her neck.
"And you are so beautiful," Chandler added before kissing the spot he nuzzled.
"I know," Monica smugly smiled, and he chuckled against her neck before kissing it.
"You know I love you too, right," Monica said as she took his face in her hands and stared lovingly into his beautiful blue eyes.
"I think I've heard you say it once or twice," Chandler quipped, making them both laugh, and he leaned to kiss her deeply.
Their kissing, though, was interrupted by impatient banging on the front door. Both of their heads immediately snapped to the right.
"Monica and Chandler, where are the pies, and why is the door locked?" Joey complained.
"Coming, Joe," Chandler called.
"Challenge completed," Monica beamed as she squeezed her thighs around his waist as they locked eyes.
"Hell, yeah," Chandler smiled before leaning to kiss her.
To Be Continued