"This is really stupid," Chandler whispered.

Monica kissed him again. "I know."

"We shouldn't be doing this."

Monica kissed him again. "I know."

Chandler kissed her this time, deeper and more intense than the tender kisses
she had been giving him. "Mmmm . . . it feels so good though . . ."

Monica grinned at Chandler. "I know."

"Are those the only two words you know, Mon?" Chandler asked.

Monica shook her head. "Kiss me."

"I like those words better," Chandler said in a hurry before capturing her
lips with his own again. "God, what are we doing?"

"Kissing."

"I can't stop."

"Neither can I," Monica sighed. She kissed Chandler again.

A second later she heard laughing in the hall and pushed Chandler away just
as Rachel and Ross came in the apartment.

"Hi!" Monica said. She noticed that Chandler has lipstick smeared across
his lips. "Um, Chandler, you have something on your mouth."

Chandler got it and quickly wiped at his mouth furiously until Monica nodded
that he'd gotten it off.

"So, what's up?" Monica asked nervously, putting her hands into her pockets
and trying not to act like she'd just been heavily making out with Chandler.

"We found this new bone--"

"Ross, I think when she said 'what's up' she meant 'is there anything
*interesting* going on'," Rachel told Ross as she went to the fridge. Ross
gave her one of his annoyed looks.

Rachel took a beer and tossed it to Ross, then grabbed one for herself and
opened it. "Phoebe's playing at the coffee house in about ten minutes, do
you guys wanna go down and listen?"

"No," Chandler said quickly. He paused. "I mean . . . we'd like to, but we
can't. Monica keeps throwing up and I don't want her going downstairs."

"You need to stop being so overprotective," Rachel warned. "Ross, are you
coming?"

"No, I'm heading back to my apartment. There's this show on the Discovery
Channel that looks interesting and it's starting in twenty minutes."

"How fun for you," Chandler said sarcastically.

"I know," Ross agreed seriously. Rachel laughed and took Ross's arm, leading
him out of the apartment.

Monica and Chandler waited a couple of minutes before they were sure that
Rachel and Ross had left, then wrapped their arms around each other and
kissed again.

"I love it when you do that," Chandler murmered against Monica lips as they
parted for a breath.

"What?"

"Biting my lip," Chandler said and Monica did it again. He groaned loudly
and pulled her even closer.

Chandler quickly pushed Monica away again as Ross opened the door. "Hey, you
guys. Can I watch my show here? I just remembered . . . my cable's out."

"Sure," Monica said, panting slightly from the make out session she'd just
shared with Chandler.

"What's wrong with you, Mon? You look like you just ran a mile," Ross
commented as he observed his sister.

Monica crossed her arms across her chest to hide where her very aroused
nipples were showing through her thin shirt. "Um . . . pregnancy exercises.
I'm still trying to stay fit."

"Ah." Ross nodded but immediately became involved with the TV and seemed to
forget Monica and Chandler were there.

"Can we go over to your apartment?" Monica whispered.

"Sure," Chandler said, putting an arm around the small of her back as he
lead her across the hall.

"Oh, hi, Joey!" Chandler greeted, not sounding happy at all.

"Hey, Chan. Mon."

"Phoebe's playing at the coffee shop," Monica said, trying to get Joey to
leave.

"Eh," Joey commented.

"You'd better get down there," Monica warned. "Phoebe was telling me today
that you don't listen to her sing anymore. She said if you didn't make it to
her show today she was going to hunt down your Tribbiani ass and make you
wish you were dead."

"Shit. I gotta go," Joey said hurriedly, jumping up and running to the door.

"You're smart," Chandler said, smiling at Monica.

"I try." She put her hands in her pocket again and peered at Chandler
nervously.

"You wanna make out?"

"Okay."

* * * * *

"Come on! Let me help!" Monica whined for the millionth time.

"Mon, honey, I've already told you that you can't lift anything heavy,"
Chandler said in a gentle voice, rubbing her shoulder.

Monica pouted her lower lip at him. "Please, Chandler?"

Chandler closed his eyes, trying not to wrap his arms around her and kiss her
puckered lips. Monica grinned at the expression on his face.

"No," Chandler said firmly. "I know you want to help, but why don't you just
make dinner for us all while we move the boxes."

Monica gave Chandler a nasty look, but went ahead and walked into the
kitchen to start making dinner. That had been the plan from the beginning,
but she hated feeling weak and she wanted to prove she wasn't by helping
Chandler and Rachel move. Chandler wouldn't hear any of it, and even Monica
knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to. She was always careful about
what she did in case she almost lost the baby again.

"Wow, I am really gonna miss living here," Rachel said thoughtfully as she
leaned against the counter. "And I feel bad that we're inflicting Chandler
upon you."

"I don't mind at all," Monica said with a secret smile that Rachel couldn't
see from her position.

"Rach! Get over here!" Ross yelled from her bedroom.

Rachel stomped across the living room yelling, "I thought I made it clear
that I will not do any work today!"

"Yes, yes, you're right, sorry," Ross called back. "Wouldn't want you to hurt
your back trying to pick up the box labeled 'bathroom stuff'."

"Hey! My curling iron is very heavy!" Rachel protested.

Ross stared at Rachel. "Your hair is straight."

"But it could be curly . . . if I was in a curly mood . . ."

* * * * *

"This is driving me insane," Monica moaned to Chandler two hours later.
"Please just let me help a little bit."

"No."

"I promise I won't pick up anything heavy and if anything hurts just the
tinniest bit I will immediately go back to cooking and/or take a nap
depending on your command. I really, really wann--"

Chandler looked around the apartment quickly while she ranted and, when he
was sure the coast was clear, he cut her off by sticking his tongue in her
mouth.

He gently kissed her, his hand moving to her hair and hers working their
way up his chest. He parted from her after a minute and said again, more
firm as before although slightly more breathless, "No."

"You're no fun," Monica complained. "I don't think I want you to live with
me anymore."

Chandler kissed her again.

Monica frowned after he pulled away. "Okay, maybe I do. But that doesn't
change the fact that *I wanna help*!"

Chandler sighed, grabbed Monica's hand, and pulled her across the hall. He
stuffed a pillow in her hand. "Here. Carry this over to our apartment. It
will save us tons of time if you do this one task."

Monica hit Chandler with the pillow, then hit him again and again and again.

* * * * *

"Wow, this is so crazy," Ross commented as the gang hung out at Central
Perk when everyone was moved. "We're never going to go over to Monica and
Rachel's or Joey and Chandler's again. Now it's Joey's and Monica and
Chandler's."

"And now I don't live alone. Yay!" Phoebe said, patting Rachel's arm
appreciatively.

"And I do," Joey said sadly.

"Aw, come on, Joe. If worse comes to worse you could move in with me and we
could split the rent," Ross told Joey.

"Yeah, I'm good," Joey said quickly, doing one of his looks.

"So, what's the first thing you're going to do when you guys go back to your
apartment?" Rachel asked Monica and Chandler.

"Make ou--" Chandler started, but Monica elbowed him "--wl noises."

"Owl noises?" Ross asked doubtfully.

Chandler pretended to be offended. "Dude, it's a tradition. Part of my
religion. You always have to . . . make owl noises when you move to a new
place."

"I don't remember that happening at college," Ross pointed out.

"Well, that was before I found God!"

* * * * *

Monica awoke the next morning to feel herself snuggled up against Chandler's
warm, cozy body. They hadn't had sex, and wouldn't have sex until after the
baby was born, but Monica let Chandler sleep on her bed and they had stayed
up, talking about baby names. So far they hadn't agreed on anything.

Monica stretched and yawned as she sat up in bed and felt Chandler begin to
wake beside her.

"Hey, you," she greeted and lightly kissed Chandler. Chandler smiled and
cupped his hand on the back of her head so he could deepen the kiss.

"Hey to you too," Chandler said after Monica pulled away. He looked at the
blanket and sighed. "It's a shock to wake up to all of this floral print."

"Hey! This is a down blanket, leave it alone," Monica said defensively as she
cracked a smile at Chandler. "I'm gonna go start breakfast, okay? The others
should be coming over soon."

"Can't I just stay in your arms all day?" Chandler asked in a fake beg voice.

Monica laughed and crawled out from underneath the covers. "Not today."

"What about tomorrow?"

Monica laughed again and put on a robe. "Go take a shower while I make
breakfast, okay?"

Monica came into the kitchen to see Rachel and Phoebe sitting at the
kitchen table. She stopped dead in her tracks, horrified. It all seemed to
crash down again as Chandler came out of her bedroom in boxers and black
T-shirt.

"Oh, my God," Monica said miserably as Phoebe and Rachel looked a mixture of
shocked and confused.