As Ross stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment and the aroma of a home-cooked meal filled his senses.
Monica greeted him with a smile, already setting the table. The soft lighting from the kitchen and the glow of a few candles on the dining table made the atmosphere intimate, though not in the usual romantic way. It felt more like a cozy, sibling gathering.
"Everything smells great," Ross commented as he hung up his jacket.
Monica grinned, her eyes bright with excitement. "I made your favorite. Chicken parmesan, and I even remembered the garlic bread you like."
"Perfect," Ross replied, his lips curling into a smile. He took a seat at the table as Monica served him a generous portion of food. As they began eating, they chatted about mundane things--work, life updates, and the small frustrations that came with it. There was an ease to the conversation, one that made Ross feel more relaxed than he had all day.
Ross' mind was stuck around the face how hot Monica was looking in that dress. Ross started getting an hard on just thinking about his sister.
As they finished the meal, Monica cleared the table, and Ross helped her, glad to be doing something normal and unremarkable.
Afterward, they moved to the couch, where they settled in to watch a movie, just as Monica had promised. It was just the two of them, enjoying the simplicity of family and the quiet bond they shared.
Ross and Monica settled into the couch, the soft glow of the television screen casting shadows around the room. They had chosen a movie, something lighthearted at first, but as the minutes passed, the plot began to take a more unexpected turn. Before long, intimate scenes started playing on the screen.
Monica, who had been casually sipping her drink, suddenly felt her cheeks flush. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze flickering to Ross for a moment before quickly turning back to the screen. Her face turned a deep shade of red as the scenes unfolded, each one more suggestive than the last.
Trying to keep her composure, Monica cleared her throat and, with a teasing smile, glanced over at Ross. "Well, Ross, you weren't lying," she said, her voice slightly strained but amused. "This movie certainly has some very raw... erotic scenes."
Ross, equally caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the movie, cleared his throat as well. He tried to avoid making eye contact with Monica, focusing instead on the screen, though his own face was starting to redden.
Feeling a rush of embarrassment, Ross quickly grabbed a cushion and placed it on his lap, hoping to discreetly cover the unexpected bulge forming in his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Monica's gaze, silently willing the moment to pass without her noticing.
As they sat together, Ross glanced at Monica, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "I'm really sorry you're stuck spending Valentine's Day with me instead of Chandler," he said softly.
Monica gave him a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault, Ross. Chandler's the one who should be sorry. Besides," she added with a sigh, "the only reason I wanted to be with him tonight was because I'm ovulating. We've been trying to have a baby for a while now, and... well, it hasn't been easy."
Ross nodded, understanding the frustration she was feeling. "That sounds tough, Monica. I had no idea."
Monica looked away for a moment, her smile fading slightly. "Yeah. We thought it would happen by now. But sometimes... things don't go as planned."
Ross shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Chandler is such an idiot. I mean, instead of spending the night with someone as... as hot as you, he's off doing office work. If I were in his place..."
He stopped abruptly, the weight of what he'd almost said hitting him like a ton of bricks. His face turned crimson as he realized the implication of his words.
Monica raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing at her lips. "If you were in his place...?" she prompted, her tone light yet teasing, waiting for him to finish the sentence.
Ross stammered, fumbling for words. "Uh, never mind. Forget I said anything," he mumbled, looking away, desperately hoping to shift the topic.
Monica gave Ross a playful nudge, not letting him off the hook. "Come on, Ross. Finish what you were going to say."
Ross hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, fine," he muttered, feeling his face warm. "I just meant... if I were in Chandler's place, I wouldn't miss any opportunity to, well... make love to you."
Monica's cheeks flushed deeply, surprised by his honesty. She looked down, biting her lip before responding. "Honestly, even if Chandler had come tonight, I'm not sure it would have made a difference."
Ross raised an eyebrow, curious. "Why do you say that?"
She sighed, looking conflicted. "Because... he's not exactly great in bed. He, uh... doesn't last long, and..." She paused, glancing away. "And I don't think he's able to release enough fluid, you know, for us to have a baby. But I can't tell him that. It would just crush him."
Hearing Monica's quiet confession, Ross felt his mind racing, an idea forming that he knew was dangerous--a plan that could change everything between them. It was a risk, one that could either bring them closer or shatter their relationship. But the thought of helping her, of being close to her, was irresistible.
He couldn't deny how drawn he was to her--the way her voice softened when she spoke, the warmth in her eyes, even the faint scent of her perfume. It stirred something in him that he couldn't ignore, and for the first time, he wondered if she might feel it too.
Ross knew the thought was forbidden, crossing a line no brother should ever even consider. Yet, he found himself unable to push it away. The idea lingered, charged and reckless, making his heart race.
Ross hesitated, then looked at Monica with a glint of determination in his eyes. "I... I think I have an idea that could help you, you know, with getting pregnant."
Monica's curiosity was piqued. She tilted her head, studying him. "Really? What is it?"
Ross took a deep breath, glancing away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I'll tell you... but only if you promise not to get mad."
Monica laughed softly, trying to lighten the sudden tension. "Alright, I promise. What's your idea?"
Ross shifted uncomfortably, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I, uh... haven't been with anyone in four months," he admitted, glancing away.
Monica raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So what?"
He took a deep breath, deciding to just say it. "What if... I helped you get pregnant tonight?" He looked at her, his expression serious. "In a way, we'd both get what we want."
Monica's face flushed deeply, her mind reeling with disbelief at Ross's suggestion. She looked at him, struggling to gather her thoughts, and finally managed to speak.
"Ross... why would I even consider sleeping with you?" she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and nervous laughter. "If I were going to go down that road, I could just ask Joey, or... I don't know, any other guy besides my own brother."
She searched his face, trying to make sense of the moment, her heart racing with the weight of what he had just proposed.
As Monica paced back and forth, her thoughts tangled, Ross stepped forward, his expression resolute. "Monica," he said, his tone unwavering, "you can't sleep with Joey. He can't keep a secret from Chandler." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And as for any random guy, you can't do that either. You don't want a stranger to be the father of your child. You need someone you can trust."
Monica stopped and looked at him, her confusion evident. Ross took a deep breath, his eyes softening. "And as for why me... well, Monica, I'm really attracted to you." His voice was filled with a blend of sincerity and longing, leaving Monica speechless as she processed his unexpected confession. "All I've been thinking since the moment I got here is to take you to bed and do unspeakable things with you."
Monica's face was a whirlwind of emotions--her cheeks flushed with a deep, vivid pink, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion, anger, and something else she couldn't quite place. She stared at Ross, the words catching in her throat as she tried to make sense of the situation.
