I know I've got loads of other fics I should be updating and I promise I'll post some updates soon. This is something I was working on as a standalone but decided to make it longer… it'll probably only be 3 chapter though. So please read and review!

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Mixed Up Life

Chandler stared at the woman who slept next to him, her hair spread across the white pillow. Without thinking he reached out his hand and touched her cheek gently. She stirred and smiled slightly but didn't wake up. He sighed and rolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed, in nothing but his boxer shorts. He ran a hand over his hair as he glanced around the bedroom….her bedroom….he wondered how his life turned out like this….how he felt more at home in another woman's bed then he did anywhere in his own house which he shared with his wife.

He couldn't help but smile slightly when he felt her hands of his bare shoulder.

"Not leaving are you?" She whispered in his ear as she ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest.

"No…" He replied, moving his hand up and taking hold of her arm gently, tracing patterns with his thumb. "Just thinking…"

"About what?" She questioned, kissing around his ear before down to his neck.

A small moaned escaped his lips, enjoying her affections. "Everything….mainly, you…"

"Me?" Her lips curled into a smile against his shoulder. "What sort of things were you thinking about me?"

"How much I love you…." He answered softly, running his hand down her arm and took her hand into his hand before bringing it to his mouth and kissing it softly. "And how mixed up my life is…."

She entwined their fingers and squeezed his hand. "We're going to work all this out."

"Yeah…" He sighed slightly.

She let go of his hand and moved to sit next to him. "Maybe….maybe we should stop this now."

"What?" He looked at her quickly.

"Look, I love you and….and maybe I should let you go…" She started, trying not to show her emotions. "You should just go back to your wife and kids."

"But….but I love you." He stuttered. "I don't want to stop seeing you."

She was silent for a few moments, thinking about it. "Really?"

"Yes, really…" He retook her hand in both of his. "I know I've been a bit distant today but its because I hate that I can't be with you all the time… I want to wake up with you in the morning and go to sleep with you at night…. It kills me only seeing you a few hours a day."

She moved closer to him and lead her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. "Its hard for me too, Y'know…I hate seeing you married to another woman."

"I know…." He kissed the top of her head "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry…I knew all this from the start." She glanced up and smiled slightly at him.

"I don't deserve you…" He whispered.

"Yes you do, and you deserve so much more…"

"So do you…" He replied. "And I wish I can give you it."

"One day, maybe…" She said, quietly and hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe one day…" He smiled slightly before frowning. "You must think I'm stupid."

"Why would I think that?" She asked.

"Because after everything she's done, I'm still with her."

She looked down at her hands in her lap, thinking back to time when she thought he was crazy for staying with his wife but over the last few weeks she begun to understand and accept it. She looked up at him and took his hand.

"You're only with her for your children….that's not stupid."

"Plenty of people get divorce and still be able to raise their kids." He sighed and fell back on the bed.

She didn't say anything she just held his hand and stroked his chest, not knowing what she could make for him to feel better.

"I'm sorry…" He said breaking the silence after a few seconds.

"For what?"

"For getting all stressed out and wasting our time together…" He replied, sitting up and leaned in to kiss her.

She let her eyes close and started to leaning back on the bed, pulling him down with her.

"How long do we have before you have to leave?" She whispered as he move down to kiss her neck softly. He slowly moved up , kissing around her ear, across her cheek and to her lips.

"Jack has a soccer game at 3.…" He mumbled between kisses glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock that was placed on her nightstand.

"Great." She whispered, moving her hands down her back and deepened the kiss.

XxXxX

Chandler cursed as he jumped out his car and ran towards the soccer pitch. It was 3:05 and even though he was only 5 minutes late, he knew it would matter to Jack. Jack was 10 years old and acted like he didn't need his parents around but he would hate it if Chandler never showed up. He looked around the sport field and was confused to see that he's son team was no where to be seen. He briefly wondered whether he got the right place but recognised a few other parents. He sighed in relief when he saw the team bus pulling up. The scanned around the crowd for his wife and wasn't surprised not to see her there.

"Hey, Dad…" Jack walked over to him in his soccer kit. "Where's Mom?"

"Uh, I…I don't know….she's probably just running late."

"Yeah right…" Jack rolled his eyes.

Chandler sighed, both of them knowing that she wasn't going to show up. "Looks like they wanna get started why don't you go and warm up."

"Yeah, okay…." Jack nodded and ran back towards his team-mates.

Chandler ran a hand throw his hair and headed towards the bleachers. He didn't know why he always expected for her to turn up, she never did anymore. When they were first married, they were spent all their time together. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when it started to go wrong…sometime after they had the kids. For him, things couldn't get any better, he had a beautiful, amazing wife and 3 children who meant the world to me ….he had a family, something he never thought he would have. Then one day, he came home from work early and found her in bed with another man…Not just any other man…. Richard.

He stared at them for what seemed liked hours both them, staring back at him, holding the sheet up to cover their bodies. No one spoke, the pair watched as Chandler silently turned and left.

He stayed, lock up in Joey's spare room for 6 days before facing his wife again. They sat down and talked everything through. They decided to give it one more try for the kids. At first he had convinced himself that things could go back to how they were….he wanted things to….he had never loved anyone as much as he loved her….he didn't want to throw all that away. That was 2 years ago and it took him only a few months to realise that he didn't love her anymore…It was only a week after that he started the affair he couldn't and didn't want to stop.

XxXxX

As soon they got home, Jack headed straight to his room and it wasn't long until Chandler heard loud music. He sighed and went into the kitchen, stopping seeing his wife at the table with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Isn't it a bit early…" He commented, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a soda.

"I've had a hard day at work…." She replied, taking a big mouthful.

He decided not to comment, lately she's had a lot of excuses to drink…Bad day at work….The kids had been playing up…A fight with him…seeing her parents…he had enough of it….there must be something he could do…He wondered if there was a chance he could get custody of the kids if he got a divorce. He earn more money then her…He spent more time with the kids…He was closer to them then she was…and she had a drinking problem but he knew that a lot of courts still sided with mothers and he was pretty sure she knew about his affair and would use it against him.

"Don't ask what happened then…." She muttered, finish her glass before filling it back up again.

He just rolled his eyes, knowing she'd probably wouldn't tell him if he had asked. "Where's the girls?"

"In their rooms…" She replied.

"I'm going to check on them…" He sit his soda down on the side.

"Why? They're fine…" She told him. "And don't leave that can there, I just cleaned."

He glanced around the kitchen, there was still dirty dishes in the sink from breakfast.

"Yeah, looks like it…"

"Well, if you think you can do any better, be my guest!" She glared at him. "You just come in and play with the kids, acting as the perfect father…"

Chandler sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You're drunk… I can't deal with you know."

"Same old story…" She stood up to face him. "Things get a little tough you do a runner."

"A little tough!" He raised his voice slightly.

"You're never here for me…you've been pushing me out for years…you've turned my own kids against me!"

"The kids have turned against you because you never do anything with them….that's your own fault… not mine!" He exclaimed. "And I pushed you away because you slept with another man!"

"That was years ago and I apologised for it!"

"Yeah and that makes everything all better…" He said sarcastically, ignoring the phone ringing.

"Then why are you still here!" She yelled, throwing the wine glass.

Chandler just managed to get out of the way of it, he turned and looked at the red wine staining the cream paint as it rolled down the wall to where the shattered glass had landed.

They both of them stared at each other silently, neither of them quite believe what had just happened. The silence was broken by the answer machine picking up the phone call.

"Chandler? Are you there? Pick up, man…"

Chandler gaze didn't leave his wife's as he listened to Ross' message, expecting him to be phoning to arrange a time to meet that night for the Knicks' game.

"I guess no one's there then…look, you need to get to the hospital…There's been an accident."

He quickly looked at the machine but couldn't move to pick the phone up. He suddenly got a sick feeling in his stomach.

"It's Monica…she's in a pretty bad way…Just…just get here as soon as you can."

As soon as the beep signalled the end of the message, Chandler grabbed his car keys and raced out the house, not glancing back once at his wife.

TBC

Might be a little confusing but all will be explained in the next chapter! Please review!