Monica's sons name is Dalton. He's 9. Monica has her own restaurant..

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Monica and Rachel were sitting on Monica's front steps of her home waiting for Dalton to get off of the bus.

"How is he doing?" Rachel asked Monica about Dalton.

Monica and Pete got divorced a couple months ago. Monica got to keep the house and Pete went around the world for his fighting career.

"Great actually. In school a couple months ago, they wrote a soldier in Iraq as a pen pal. Oh and I just signed him for baseball yesterday." Monica said.

Rachel smiled "That's great."

They both looked up and saw Dalton's bus coming.

Rachel patted her friends leg. "Well I should go." She lived a couple houses down with Ross. They didn't have any kids yet but they were trying.

Dalton ran up to Monica and hugged her. "Guess what mom?"

They went in. "What?" She smiled at her sons excitement.

"Remember my pen pal from Iraq?" He asked.

Monica nodded.

Dalton got his folder from his blue and white back pack. "He wrote me." He handed her the note, still smiling.

Monica smiled at him. "That's great." She opened it up and began reading.

Dear Dalton,

Thank you for writing me. I have been over here for a year now. I should be coming home soon though.

I think it's great that you're going to play baseball. It's a great sport. My favorite team is the Red Sox as well.

Well kid, keep up the great work in school and I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Chandler.

Monica handed him the note back and Dalton immediately started writing another letter.

For the next couple of months, they continued to write each other. It kept his mind off of his dad being gone which made Monica happy.

"What's the matter?" Monica asked Dalton when she saw him sitting on the porch holding a baseball.

"I'm the worst player on the team." He said.

Monica sat down beside him and put her arm around him. "You're great son."

Dalton smiled slightly. "You're just saying that because you're my mom."

She kissed the top of his head. "No because it's true."

A taxi pulled up to their house.

"Are we having company?" Dalton asked.

"No." Monica stood up to see who it could be. A man in an army uniform stepped out with some bags. He looked at the address to make sure he had the right place.

"Does Dalton Becker live here?" He asked.

Monica walked closer to him. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are."

Chandler took his hat off. "I'm Chandler, his pen pal from Iraq."

Dalton walked up to him and hugged him. "Wow what are you doing here?"

Chandler bent down. "I'm done in Iraq and I knew I had to meet you." He stood back up and smiled at Monica. "You must me Mrs. Becker."

She shook his hand. "My name is Monica Gellar. You can call me Monica." She already changed her last name.

"So how is the baseball going?" Chandler asked Dalton.

Dalton put his head down. "Not good."

"Well I can teach you if you want. I played in high school for four years." He said.

Dalton looked up at his mom. "Please mom?"

She nodded. "ok." She sat on the porch and watched the two have a great time.