Who you'd be today
Disclaimer-I do not own FRIENDS, and some of these storylines are from my friend, and I, but I do not own it, or have an affiliation to anyone on the show.
As Monica Geller was stirring a pot of boiling water, filled with pasta, she breathed in shallowly, and quickly, as she rushed around. Monica loved her job, and she took joy in what she did. She loved being the boss, and loved coming to work every day. When Monica wasn't on the top, she didn't understand, and it caused her to be quite frustrated with herself, and the people that she worked with. But once she was on the top, Monica loved the leadership, and her abilities to be overpowering. When she finished a few plates of food, she handed them to a waiter, and walked over to the locker rooms. In the process of going towards the locker rooms, she talked to a few of her coworkers in passing, telling them that she was leaving for the night, and that she'd see them in the morning. Monica finally got into the locker room, after clocking out, and changed into a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, tying her tennis shoes, and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail on her head. Grabbing her purse she walked towards her Porsche that she had received from her father, as a gift, she opened the door to her car, and slide in. As Monica buckled her seat belt, she started it, and thought about how she was happy to just get home, and see Chandler.
Once home, she got out of her car, and walked up the flight of stairs up to her apartment in New York, she made her way to apartment twenty. When she got inside, she put her purse onto the hall tree, and called out her husband's name. "Chandler?" Monica said walking over to the refrigerator. She grabbed a water bottle, and then called his name out again. "Chandler?" She said closing the door of the fridge, and walked around the table, looking around the corner for him. As she looked around the corner, and started to walk towards their bedroom, there Chandler was, sticking his head inside the apartment.
"Out here." Chandler spoke smoothly to her. "We need to talk." As he told her that, Monica nodded, and walked onto the balcony on the other side of the window. Chandler elbows were on the ledge, as the light wind blew in Monica's face, her hair flowing lightly, as she stood next to him, and rested her elbows on the ledge as well.
Monica took a deep breath through her nose, and let it out slowly through her mouth. "What's up?" She asked him, and looked into Chandler's eyes, a little scared of what he needed to talk to her about. Monica waited for Chandler to respond, and looked into his blue eyes, hoping it wasn't anything horrible, but she knew by the tone of his voice, this was something quite serious.
"I didn't realize how beautiful it is at sunset." Chandler spoke smoothly, and looked away from Monica. He paused, and looked down, taking a deep breath. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" Chandler asked, and then glanced up at Monica, giving her a chance to talk to him, and so she could tell him what he had just found out.
When Chandler told Monica about this, she couldn't believe it. She shook her head, and wondered what he could possibly be talking about. Monica just shook her head, and spoke softly to her husband. "No..." She muttered, and then said. "I have no idea what you are talking about. Seriously you are freaking me out what's up?" Monica asked him, speaking in the back of her throat, as she continued to freak out, and wonder what was going on.
"I met someone today." Chandler told Monica, and nodded, trying not to cry. He spoke without Monica permission, and then said. "I met our daughter today." Chandler admitted, he couldn't believe it, he didn't know why the woman he had married had lied to her. He waited for an explanation, and looked up at Monica with his soft eyes, and into hers. "Start talking Monica."
Monica nodded, and looked down; she swallowed hard, and breathed out. "You did?" Monica didn't know what to really say to that, she had been caught. She nodded. "Oh. How did you know it was her, and where did you meet her?" Monica asked him, not speaking at all about what had happened in her past, knowing she would have to at some point.
"Monica.. He stated her name" Chandler spoke, not making any sense. He took a breath in, and then spoke again. "Gunther introduced her downstairs." He said, talking about the manager of the coffee shop downstairs from their apartment. "She was performing, she has a beautiful voice." Chandler admitted. "Alexandria Geller-Bing." He said, telling Monica her name. "Which I assume you know, you need to start talking, what happened?" Chandler paused, and bit his lip, putting his hand into her pockets.
"I didn't know what to do! I was a freshman in college.." She shrugged. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel bad, and.. just." She paused, not making any sense. "I need to sit down." She muttered, and sat down on a chair on the balcony. "Chandler.. Listen to me. I was freshman in college, we had slept together." Monica nodded, knowing he had remembered. "I got pregnant, and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to feel obligated." She paused. "I've always wanted kids, but it really wasn't the time.. so I gave her up for adoption. What does she look like?" Monica asked wondering.
Chandler turned towards Monica, with his hands still safely in his pockets. "Like us." He spoke softly, and looked down. "You should have told me." Chandler told her honestly, as he had no idea that he had a daughter.
As Chandler spoke to her, Monica tried not to have a panic attack, as her head started to hurt extremely bad, as she choked back tears. "Chandler in college you would have just hated me, and it would have not been that great. Plus we never saw each other, except Thanksgiving, and by the next Thanksgiving, I had already given her up." Monica said to him, folding her arms over her chest.
"Don't say that Monica. I would have helped you." Chandler admitted, honestly. "I just.. I would have been scared about it, but I've always liked you Monica." He told her, and breathed out. "
Rolling her eyes, Monica leaned back in the chair, her arms still across her chest. "You didn't always like me." When Monica was a senior in high school, she was overweight, and she had lost the weight because Chandler had told her brother Ross that Monica was fat, and Monica had overheard what he had said.
Chandler breathed out. "You know I can't believe you lied to me. All these years we had known each other you could have mentioned hey, we have a daughter, and oh by the way she's sixteen!" Chandler told her, doing math in his head, making an estimation of their daughter's age. "But I can't see you right now." He said walking through the window and into their apartment.
Monica walked in after him, and called out for Chandler. "Chandler, I am sorry okay?" She said running after him, as the door slammed in her face. She closed her eyes, and pulled away from the door, and looked down. She couldn't believe that this had happened, and the mistake that she had made. Monica hoped he would come back, as she walked slowly towards their bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed. Monica slumped down on the couch, and waited for him to return.