I don't know about this story so make sure you tell me how it is. It will probably be only a couple chapters.

It was a snowy January night. The day was quiet and white as the night was dark and cold. Just like every snow fall the cars were driving slow on the icy roads. The snow plows were slowing down and the roads were getting worse.

But the conditions didn't stop Chandler from getting home to his fiancee.

The radio was playing low as the flakes kept falling down on the windshield. There was so much on his mind right now. The Stevenson Case was on hold until next month because Henry's attorney didn't show. Then he had to go over the Rilie File and make sure it was in order for its court date that was placed for next Thursday.

Just when he thought his day came to a close he had to drive home in this storm to get to his fiancee before dinner so they could discuss the wedding details. They was a little bit of a stretch. It was mainly her with Chandler sitting there and giving his useless opinion every half hour or so. He was mainly just there for the expenses. But it all worked out in the end when he climbed into bed with the women that he loved. Kathy.

He sighed as he turned the corner down the darkened road in hope of a faster way home. All he could see was the blurred street lights through the glassy window.

As a truck came the other direction Chandler moved a little over to the right to give him room to pass. But that little movement hit black ice and Chandler's car spun into a snow bank.

"Damn it!" He cursed, hitting the stirring wheel with force.

Without hesitation, he put the car in reverse; trying to move it back out and onto the road, Chandler's tires kept skidding and sliding from underneath the car.

After trying a couple more times he gave up. There was no use, he was just wasting gas.

Sighing he banged his head back against the seat.

He turned up the heat and got out his cell phone.

Chandler dialed the number to the tow truck and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" A deep voice answered

"Hey, I need a tow," He looked out the window trying to read the sign. Rolling down the window to get a better view he read "I'm on Bolivar Lane." He rolled it back up.

"I'm sorry Sir, the trucks aren't making any routes tonight. The snow is too heavy if I tried to get you out I'll be stuck myself."

Chandler sighed, frustrated.

"Is there any close hotel that you could stay at until morning?" He asked

Chandler shook his head. He was in the middle of a small town. There were no hotels around.

He hung up on them without another word.

Rubbing his hands together he tried to stay warm.

There was a knock on his window which caused Chandler to jump slightly. He exhaled sharply and rolled down the window "What?" He asked not looking directly at them

"Are you alright? I heard the crash."

Chandler nodded "I'm fine." He told them sharply

"Do you want to come in to make a phone call?"

"I don't need to make a phone call. I have my cell."

"You don't need to be rude about it." She shot back

Chandler turned towards her again "Look, I didn't ask you to come out here to check up on me." He finally made eye contact

She didn't need this "Fine, freeze out here. I don't care." She walked away, back through the snow and up her porch steps.

Minutes later he was starting to get cold. He turned off his heat not wanting to waste any more gas.

He took out his phone once more and saw he had a low battery. "That's just great." He tried to get one more phone call in to his fiancee that was at home probably wondering where he's been.

"Hey babe, where are you?" Kathy picked up

"I'm stuck in the snow. It doesn't look like I'll be home tonight."

"What." She said sadly "Where are the snow plows?"

"It's getting worse, they can't get out."

Kathy sighed and sat down at her dining table after lying out her fancy china for their meal. "I'll come get you." She really wanted her fiancee home and out of the cold.

"No, baby, the roads are bad." Chandler tried to prevent her from coming out in this. "There is a hotel down the street. I'll stay there tonight and see you in the morning." He lied not wanting her to worry.

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too, bye." Chandler hung up and looked at his phone just as it died.

As he looked out at the snow that continued to fall he knew he couldn't stay out here all night in the cold.

He unbuckled his seat belt and tried to open the car door. Grabbing his phone and wallet he pushed his door open as far as it would allow. He wiggled through the little area and stepped into the snow with his nice shoes and suit pants.

Chandler almost fell as he made his way to the house the lady disappeared in.

Monica was cleaning up the toys in the living room. She didn't understand why men had to be so rude sometimes.

After getting Jackson to bed she heard the bang outside. She quickly grabbed her scarf and coat and rushed out the door to fine the small car running in the snow bank.

Monica wasn't sure if she did the right thing, leaving him out in the cold. He really didn't leave her much choice after the way he treated her.

She sighed and rolled her eyes as she couldn't bare the thought of him out there alone and her uncontrollable need to please people.

Before she knew it she was inching closer to the door.

"Hhha!" She gasped as she saw the man that was in the car now on her front porch.

Chandler took a step back surprised by the sudden movement. He took a deep breath "I'm sorry." He apologized "I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were just trying to help."

Monica just stood there not having anything to say.

"Can I come in?" He asked hoping her offer still stands

Monica hesitated before moving aside.

Chandler walked through and the first thing he noticed was cheap plastic toys scattered out around the floor.

Monica shut the door behind him. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Umm..." Chandler took off his shoes and coat

"I have hot chocolate." She offered

Chandler looked up at her, amazed. He hasn't had hot chocolate since he was a kid. Kathy didn't like chocolate so she didn't allow it in the house.

Sensing the silence between them, Monica figured that was a wrong choice. "Or I have coffee, tea, water.."

"No, hot chocolate is fine. Thanks."

Monica nodded and walked towards the kitchen

Chandler followed suit and took in his surroundings. The kitchen was neat and tidy, he saw the cabinet doors were old and wooded. But that blended in with the theme of the furniture. When he looked outside he saw foot prints and a pile of snow with the almost visible grass around it. What he figured was the start of a snowman.

"You can have a seat if you'd like." Monica noticed him just standing there awkwardly.

Chandler sat down at the table.

Monica noticed the bottom of his pants were wet.

"Would you like to get out of those wet clothes?" She asked not wanting him to feel uncomfortable all night.

"No, I'm fine. They're almost dry anyway." He lied not feeling comfortable taking off his pants in a strangers home.

"I have an extra pair." She told him as she put the cup of hot chocolate in the microwave. "I'll just go grab them." She excused herself as she left the room.

Monica went to her room and opened up the bottom drawer where his clothes still lied. They have been lying there for awhile. In a week it would be two months since he passed. Two months since the day he left her to take care of their only child. It was hard at first. And still is. Him being gone has just made her realize how short life was. The day she dressed Jackson in his first and only black suit she didn't want to dress him in anything that dark ever again. It was hard explaining to him that his daddy wasn't coming home. That he was going to spend Christmas with Jesus that year. Of course he didn't understand. He was just a little boy.

She carefully took out the pair of black men slacks and closed the drawer.

Monica learned to move on since the passing of her husband. She knew she couldn't end her life just because he did. He wouldn't want her to be moaning over him for months at a time. She wasn't completely out the door the day he died but she didn't spend every waking moment in bed. She had a son to look after, a son that needed her at this hard time in both their lives.

Monica took the pair of pants back to the man in her kitchen who she still hasn't caught the name of.

"Here you go." She handed them off "You two were about the same size."

Chandler nodded "Thanks..." He said not sure what to say next

"Oh, the bathroom is down the hall and to the right."

He was about to leave when he stopped and told her "I hope you don't mind, I plugged in my phone."

Monica looked over to the charger in the wall.

"It kind of died on me out there." He said before heading to the bathroom

As she waited for him she stirred the hot chocolate that she abandoned for awhile and put it back in for a little while longer.

"Mommy?"

Monica turned and saw her four year old boy standing there with his blue stuffed bunny that his head was too big for it's body and stitches all around from where Monica resewed the patches.

"What's wrong honey?" She went over to him and picked him up

He lied his head on his mothers shoulder "I had a bad dream." He told her

"Aww..." Monica kissed his warm forehead "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" She asked

He nodded against her neck.

Monica walked to her room that was down the hall and to the left. She went over to her bed and pulled back the covers.

Jackson climbed down and stepped under the covers.

"You got Blue?"

Jackson nodded and dragged his blue bunny out from under the covers, hugging him closer.

Chandler came out of the bathroom with his wet pants in hand. He was about to walk back to the kitchen when he heard voices in the room across.

"Good." Monica said softly as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mommy, can you tell me the story again?" He asked

"Again?" Monica smiled

He nodded eagerly

"You never get tired of this story do you?"

He shook his head "It's my favorite."

"Okay," She tucked him in tighter before beginning "Once upon a time there was a little prince named..."

"Jackson!" He grinned

Monica smiled "Price Jackson. And one day he got on his horse and hurried to the tallest building in all the kingdom. Once he got there he tied up his horse and got his big sword out of his belt buckle and ran through the forest that was guarded by..."

"Monkey's!"

"Monkey's!" She repeated "Those monkey's threw their banana's from the trees as they swung. Prince Jack dodged and dunked from every one until he was through." She said with an excited voice. "He then ran up to the great and powerful mountains where the tallest building sat..."

Chandler started to smile without really realizing it. He never got bedtime stories. He always got gifts and presents that would make up for it.

"Price Jackson climbed the stairs all the way to the top. As he tried to open the door that was locked he got out his sword and started to chop it down..." Monica motioned with her hands that she had a fake sword.

Jackson smiled and played along. "Then he opened it right Momma?"

Monica smiled "Yes, Prince Jackson opened the door and went straight over to the one bed that was there..."

"And Blue was there waiting for him." Jackson finished

She nodded "Just like he is every night." She whispered

Chandler looked down and walked away, back to the kitchen table.

"I love you." Monica kissed him goodnight.

"I love you too Mommy."

She stood up and turned off the light, leaving the door cracked just a little.

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