Chapter 1~ Even Angels Cry
Yeah, I know, like I need to start another fic. But I actually wrote the first few parts of this this summer and didn't post them because I wanted to get the whole thing written before I posted it…but then I realized that it's me we're talking about here and I have nowhere near that much discipline, so I decided to start posting it now. This first part doesn't really tell much about the plot, but the second chapter will. But this chapter isn't just for nothing, everything's relevant. So just have faith in me. You people seem to be good at that, so don't give up on me now : )
Chandler sighed, waking up once more to the sound of rain pounding against the window. He rolled over and moaned, wrapping his arms around Monica.
"More rain," Monica mumbled when she heard Chandler's moan, cuddling closer as she felt his arms tighten around her.
"Yep, more rain," Chandler whispered into her hair before placing light kisses down her neck until she responded.
"Good morning," Monica finally rolled over to face him.
"Morning," he mumbled in response, moving from kissing her neck to kissing her on the mouth.
Monica frowned, pulling back. "Do you feel okay?"
"Mmm-hmm, great," he mumbled before kissing her again. "Why?"
"Because you're really hot."
"Exactly," he replied, starting to try and pull her t-shirt off.
"No, seriously, Chandler," she said, so he stopped, and she placed her hand on his forehead. "You feel like you have a fever."
"Really, Mon, I'm fine. It's just kind of hot in here," he smiled, trying to ease the look of concern on her face by showing her that he really was fine.
"Actually, I'm cold."
"Well, you're always cold," Chandler stated, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "But I bet I know a way to change that," he grinned, slowly kissing her again. Monica finally gave in, trying to ignore her concern.
"Morning!" Monica and Chandler quickly pulled apart as their three-year-old daughter came into the room, running over to their bed and climbing in.
"Morning, Kayley," Monica said as Kayley settled down between her parents.
"It's raining," Kayley grinned.
"It's been raining for the past week straight, Kay," Chandler said.
"I know," she replied matter-of-factly, "but I like rain."
"You aren't tired of it?"
"No," she said as if that should have been obvious.
Monica laughed, "Of course not, Daddy."
"Yeah, of course not," Kayley repeated.
"Why not?" Chandler ignored Monica's comment.
"'Cause Emma said it's just angels crying," she explained.
"Well, Gellers don't like to be proven wrong, so I wouldn't argue with her," Chandler said, Monica kicking him under the covers, so he just grinned innocently at her.
"I'm hungry," Kayley sat up, looking at her mother.
"Well, how 'bout I make some breakfast?" Monica asked and she nodded. "Okay," Monica moved to get out of bed.
"Up," Kayley held her arms out to Chandler as he stood up, so he lifted her up into his arms. "Butterfly kisses," she said, and Chandler tried not to laugh, he'd known that request was coming. He leaned in and gave her butterfly kisses, and she giggled. "It's cold in here," she snuggled closer to Chandler, and Monica gave him an I-told-you-so look.
Chandler tightened his arms around her, walking out into the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen, kissing Kayley on top of the head before setting her down in one of the chairs.
"God, she's got you wrapped around her little finger," Monica said quietly, walking up behind Chandler.
He just grinned, "Probably more like all ten of them."
Yeah, sorry this part is short and doesn't really tell much. I have the next two parts written and they're both a lot longer. Please review and let me know what you think so far…