AN: There have been many takes on a mondler accident so I decided to make my own. Sadly, I don't own any of these characters, except the ones I made up. Hope you enjoy it!

*Chandler's POV*

"Monica!" I call down the hallway.

"Yeah?" she answers back, a slight tone to her voice.

"I think Erica is sick," I say and immediately her footsteps start down the hallway.

Monica appears, Jack in her arms, in a tank top and her purple fuzzy pajama pants. Even in her pajamas and her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head, she still is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She clears her throat and gives me a pointed look, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Right, her forehead feels very hot and she's not talking too much," I tell her thinking of how talkative and bubbly our three and a half year old is in the morning. Today, however, she woke up and has not said a single word.

Monica reaches over and places the back of her hand to Erica's forehead.

After pausing for a second she nods and says, "Yeah she definitely has a fever. I'll stay home with her since I know you have that big presentation at work today. Can you take Jack to preschool on your way to work?"

"Sure, I'll see you tonight?"

"Definitely" she replies leaning over to kiss me briefly.

Minding both the babies in our arms, I pull her closer and kiss her deeper. She lets out a squeal of surprise and Jack lets out an indignant squawk. Erica is already asleep again, her fist clutching my shirt. We break apart and I brush a stray hair out of her eyes.

"I love you Mon, and I love our family, don't ever forget that."

"I love you too Chandler, now go so you aren't late," she replies, placing Jack on the floor and taking Erica out of my arms. She gently pushes me out the door and pats my butt on the way out.

I bring Jack with me to finish getting ready and drop him off at the preschool right by our house. On my way out of the building, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out and smile when I see that it is Monica.

"Hey Mon, how's Eri doing?" I ask when I answer the phone while getting into my car.

"She still has a slight fever, but the medicine seems to be working so she's sleeping. I'm calling because I just remembered that we are having dinner with Ross and Rachel tonight. Should I cancel since Erica's sick?"

"Nah, we can just take turns staying home with her"

"Okay, I'll see you then. Good luck on your presentation, I'm sure you'll do great!" she says and I can hear the pride and happiness in her voice.

"Thanks babe! I'll call you on my lunch break to tell you how it goes. I love you, bye"

"I love you too, bye" she answers before hanging up.

I get in the car and stop at a red light. My mind begins to wander and I can't help but think about lucky I am. I have a smart, strong, beautiful wife whom I love beyond words, two beautiful babies that are my life and great friends. It seems like an entire lifetime ago I was that commitment phobe guy who fled at any sign of difficulty or seriousness. But with Monica it was different. She was, and still is, my best friend. She knew me and my insecurities better than I knew them myself. We had comforted each other in the midst of heartbreak many times and grew so close. So in London when she kissed me, it didn't feel weird. No, instead it felt so right and I knew then that I was in deep trouble. But every moment with her has been so much better than the years I spent without her. And our beautiful children just made life so much better. Louder, smellier, more chaotic, better.

The light turns green, interrupting my thoughts and I put my foot on the gas to cross the intersection.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a truck that looks nowhere near stopping. Time slows as I watch the truck accelerate towards the intersection. I try and accelerate through the crossing but the the truck is moving too fast. To a God I've never believed in, I send a silent, Keep me alive for my family. Please.

CRASH! And suddenly everything goes black.

*Monica's POV*

Hush little baby, don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird

I rock Erica back and forth while singing quietly to her. Suddenly, a wave of nausea comes over me and I am forced to place Erica back in her bed and sprint for the bathroom.

A couple times this past week, I've been crippled by nausea in the morning and I'm late. Very late. And Monica Geller is never late, for anything. I haven't told Chandler yet because I don't want to get his hopes up. After all, we were told it was virtually impossible for us to conceive naturally. Just recently, Chandler and I decided to start looking into adopting another baby, but this could change everything. I refuse to get too excited though, despite Rachel's enthusiastic and affirmative response when I told her my suspicions.

The doorbell rings so I get up off the bathroom floor, grab the baby monitor and head to open the door. I am greeted by Rachel and Phoebe rushing in, arms full of bags from the drugstore.

"You told Phoebe?" I ask, not all that surprised.

She winces and nods, "Have you had a lot to drink? We bought about a hundred of these things!"

"Enough that I feel like my bladder is ready to explode, give me them." I say as Phoebe and Rachel thrust the bags into my arms push me towards the bathroom.

I take all the tests and set the timer for 3 minutes. I start to line up all the tests, one after the other. The organization slightly takes my mind off my racing heart and the pit of anxiety forming in my stomach. With little left to organize, I restlessly pace the floor trying to stay rational and calm. The facts are that I have an inhospitable environment and Chandler's sperm has low motility. Sure, my period is late and I'm nauseous, but that doesn't guarantee anything. Right?

The timer finally beeps and I steel myself to look at the tests. I survey the tests and my breath catches in my throat. Carefully, I pick up one of the tests when I hear the phone ring in the other room.

"Monica!" Rachel calls, "It's the hospital calling about Chandler."

I walk out of the bathroom, the pregnancy test still in my hands as I take the phone from Rachel.

"Hello?" I say.

"Good morning, is this Monica Bing?"

"Yes, this is she. Can I ask what this is in reference to?"

"Of course, I am calling concerning a Chandler M. Bing. He has been in a car accident involving a drunk driver and is in critical condition. I suggest you come down here."

"I'm sorry what?" I repeat as my voice begins to waver and a rushing sound fills my ears.

"That's all I can say, I am sorry ma'am"

I hang up the phone and look at my friends. I can physically feel my world crumbling as I look down at the pregnancy test in my hands. My eyes fill with tears and a lump begins to form in my throat.

"Well?" Phoebe asks expectantly, looking pointedly at the test in my hands.

My friends watch as I show them the positive pregnancy test.

But instead of being overjoyed, my world is falling apart.

AN: As always, read and review please!