Monica had just gotten done feeding Emma around midnight, and she grumpily
crawled into bed beside Chandler, pulling the comforter up over her slowly
slimming body.

Chandler rolled over and gave her a soft kiss. "You okay?" he asked, his
voice showing no traces of sleep. He'd obviously been waiting up for her.

Monica rolled so that she was on top of Chandler and gave him a long kiss
before replying, "Now I am."

Chandler closed his eyes and resisted the urge to moan. "Can't we do it just
once before the honeymoon?"

Monica rolled off of him, knowing that if he kissed her one more time she
would give in. "No. The longer we wait the better it's going to be. Besides,
it's only one more month."

"If I said 'I love you' would you give in?"

Monica giggled. "You say that enough as it is."

"I love you."

Monica couldn't help the smile that lit up her face every time he said those
simple words. "And if you want me to love you too you've got to stop hitting
on me at night."

"Hey," Chandler protested. "As I remember, *you* were the one that climbed on
top of *me*. How am I supposed to suppress my desire when the only thing
between us is my boxers and that silky night gown you have on?"

Monica didn't answer, but simply moved to rest her head on his chest and
closed her eyes. "I'm tired, can we argue tomorrow?"

"Anything for you," Chandler said sarcastically. He put his arms around her
and moved to his side so that they could be pressed right up against each
other.

He layed a kiss on her hair and muttered, "I don't see why Emma gets to suck
on your--"

"Chandler!" Monica said sharply.

"Fine, fine," he murmered. "I'm going to sleeping."

* * * * *

Emma, was usual, woke up Monica around five. Monica disentangled herself from
Chandler, put on her robe, and trudged out of her room and into Emma's.

"Hey, sweetie," she greeted in her baby voice. She walked over to the white
crib and picked up her chubby little girl, dressed in a pink sleeper.

She bounced the baby slightly and then undid the strap on her robe and pulled
her shirt up so that she could feed Emma.

Chandler came into the room a minute or two later and kissed Monica on the
head. "Morning."

"Morning," Monica replied.

"See, normally this type of thing would turn me on. But since it's my
daughter it just seems wrong," Chandler informed Monica.

Monica glared at him. "Chandler, what does it take to get you to shut up?"

Chandler started to reply but Monica interrupted quickly: "That has nothing
to do with sex!"

Chandler frowned and shrugged.

"Ugh!"

* * * * *

Later that day, Monica purposefully had only Phoebe and Rachel in her
apartment as Emma giggled every now and then in her swing.

"Guys, I have a problem," Monica said tentatively.

Phoebe and Rachel snapped to attention.

"Chandler . . . is starting to worry me," Monica said. "All he can think
about and talk about lately is sex. I'm starting to think that maybe . . .
maybe that's the only reason . . ."

Rachel instinctively moved to hug Monica. "That's *not* the only reason he's
with you, Mon."

"Yeah," Phoebe agreed. "I mean, would a guy like Chandler really say he loved
you, take responsibility for his daughter, move in with you, and even go so
far as to propose to you, unless he really felt and wanted all of those
things?"

"I . . . guess not," Monica said.

"Look, you've got to give him some credit," Rachel began. "Both of you say
that you're the best each other's had, right?"

Monica nodded.

"Well, Chandler *is* a guy, and it's probably a little hard for him having
you sleeping by him every night and knowing that if you agreed, you two
*could* have sex. Unlike when you were pregnant with Emmers."

Monica sighed. "I just wish the wedding day would come sooner," she confided.
"I mean, everything's ready. The only thing left is to wait. And, to tell the
truth, I came very close to giving Chandler what he wanted last night. Every
time he kisses me I come closer and closer to letting him have me."

"Be strong," Phoebe advised. "It is so romantic what you two are doing."

"I'll bet your wedding night is going to be the best night of your life,"
Rachel added. "I mean, it'll be around eleven months since you two slept
together the last time, nearly a year . . . just think how good it's going to
be when you both have been wanting it and waiting for it for so long."

Monica bit her lip. "I know you're right. That's what I keep telling him.
Besides, I get the feeling that he's always part way kidding. He knows I'm
not going to give in. If he knew how close I was last night . . . he would
have definately done what he needed to do to get me to agree."

Monica glanced over at Emma to see that Emma was looking bored and went to
turn off the swing and pick her up. "The part that really bothers me though,
is that he's starting to say dirty things in front of Emma. And he even went
so far as to say it wasn't fair that Emma gets to suck my nipples every day
and he doesn't!"

"See, now that's jerk behavior," Rachel said. "He's just being an idiot."

"But really, Mon," Phoebe said, "put yourself in his position. Would you want
to wait."

"Even in my own position I don't want to wait!"

* * * * *

That night Monica got into bed at the usual time after putting Emma to sleep.
As she felt Chandler start to roll over she put a firm hand on his chest and
sat up to look at him as she talked to him.

"If you ask me to sleep with you one more time before the wedding you will
spend the remainder of your days on the couch," she said threateningly.

Chandler gave her a look and sighed. She let go and he kissed her forehead.

"Good night," he whispered.

"Good night," Monica answered back, her smile wider than any normal person.
She should have thought of it before -- all of the time she'd known Chandler
all she had to do was yell and be bossy to get him to do what she wanted,
just because they were more than friends now didn't mean she still couldn't
get him to do what she wanted the same way.

Monica spooned herself against him and thought about the other things she
could get him to do by being bossy. Her smile quickly turned to a frown and
she scolded herself.

If she kept thinking about things like that she would get turned on and be
the one begging Chandler to give her some.

Monica sighed, feeling guilty. She sat up again and Chandler sat up beside
her, looking confused. He probably thought he did something wrong.

Monica gave Chandler a small smile. "If you're going to do it in the shower
every morning I might as well help you tonight." Then she added quickly:
"Just this once though."

Chandler looked at her in disbelief, then smiled at her when he figured out
that she was serious.

"All yours, babe."