I wrote this a while ago...enjoy!
Rachel looked down at her baby boy, a few tears forming in her eyes. She cradled him in her arms, whispering the words to an old lullaby she had sung to her sister when she was younger. "Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. . ."
"He's gorgeous." Rachel's head snapped towards the door where Chandler stood, smiling softly.
"Oh, um, thanks."
"Can I hold him? I mean, I know you don't want me as a father role for him, and I don't blame you, but can I at least be able to say I held my son the day he was born?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in expectation.
"Okay." She handed him the baby, supporting his head gently.
"He has your eyes." She said, a smile forming on her lips.
"And your hair."
"Yeah, I-I see it."
"Mm. So, what's his name?" He asked, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"Chandler." She replied simply, stroking his blonde tufts.
"Yeah?" He questioned, misinterpreting what she meant.
She stifled a giggle and then said, "No, he's called Chandler, idiot. After his daddy."
"That's two named after me!" He joked, grinning.
"You know, Chan, this is the first time we've talked properly in like, nine months." Rachel said.
"Yeah, you're right. That's why you shouldn't sleep with your best friend, Rach. It fucks up your friendship, and now, I'm moving away because I'm not allowed to be near my son." He forced a laugh and looked down at Chandler Jr.
"Chandler Green. Has a nice ring to it, I think." He supplies, filling the awkward silence.
"Yeah, I guess. How . . . how about Chandler Bing Jr.?"
"You really mean it?" He asked.
"Yeah, because then he'll know your name when he's older if he ever wants to find you. Because I won't stop him, y'know. You're one of the best people I know, Chan. I just don't think a baby is the best thing for you. I'd rather you left us now than when he's older. I'm going to tell him all about you, I promise, and if he ever wants to get in touch with you, I'll help him, okay? I'll give him your number and tell him to give you a call."
"I'll be waiting at the end of the line." He said with a sad smile.
"And I promise you, I won't make you the bad guy in this. In fact, I'll tell him all about it. Actually, can you take a photo?"
He nodded, taking the Polaroid camera off of the table and wrapped one arm around Rachel's shoulder and supported baby Chandlers neck with his arm. Smiling, he snapped the picture and after a moment it came out.
"Hey, Rach?"
"Yeah?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I brought the video camera, for Mon to tape his birth, so can I take a video for him? I'll give you the camera to let him see it when he's older." He requested.
"Sure." She grabbed his bag from down the side of her bed and took the camera out. She placed it on the table and turned it on.
"Hey, Chandler. It's me, Chandler. Your dad. The original Chandler Bing. I want you to know that I wanted to father you, I really did. But I can't do it. I promise, one day I'll come back and maybe your mom can trust me. While she was pregnant with you, I fucked up a lot. So much that I'm not allowed to be around you. Well, I love you so damn much. And I wanna be your dad. Don't you ever think that you weren't good enough for me, because you're too good for me. I'll be back someday, son. That's a promise I'm going to keep."
She turned the camera off and stared at Chandler. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I messed up, so I have to pay."
"So does he, though. I love you, Chandler." She kissed his lips softly and then pulled back. "More than you know."
"I love you too, Rachel Karen Green."
"Shut up with the full names . . . Chandler Muriel Bing." He grinned at her and stared down at the now sleeping baby.
"I would kill to stay with you, buddy, but I can't. I love you." He pressed a soft kiss to the baby's forehead and then turned to Rachel. "I'd love to stay with you too. I'll be coming back for you, and that's a promise." And with that, he left and disappeared to Chicago. And he stuck to his promise. Seven years later, he returned to New York City and rebuilt his old life.