Hi guys, I'm getting my friend Bailey to post this because my laptop won't turn on and either will Krista's, so yeah. Anyway, this story is dedicated to my hero, Matthew Langford Perry. Pretty much, he saved my life countless times and I've been in love with him for twelve years. I saw a similar story to this and I don't really care. This is different from most of my work, I finally wrote Mondler. Sorry for the shortness, this is being written on a nearly dead iPod. Enjoy!

Monica grinned as she played with two-year-old Erica, who was playing with her necklace. "Happy birthday, babe." She said, kissing her husband of four years, Chandler.

"Thank you. I love you guys so much." He looked down at his watch and smiled. "The others will be here soon. I'll go get Jack."

He made his way towards the childrens bedroom, where Jack was sitting on the timeout chair. "Hey, buddy. You ready to come out and celebrate my birthday with us?" Jack nodded eagerly. "Come on then." Chandler put out his hand, but Jack outstretched his arms and pouted.

Chandler laughed and lifted him up, taking him through to the living room where Monica and Erica were tidying. Well, Monica was. Erica was watching cartoons quietly and occasionally picking up her rubbish and passing it to her mother. "Okay, go watch TV with your sister." Jack ran towards the little girl who had her eyes glued on the TV.

There was a knock at the door and both children jumped into the air to go and get it. "Dad'll get it." Monica said as she gathered the twins and waited for the first visitors to arrive. Ross and Rachel came in after a minute with four-year-old Emma by their sides, mumbling something incoherent.

"Happy birthday, man." Ross said, smiling at his best friend.

"Yeah, happy birthday sweetie." Rachel said as well and kissed him on the cheek.

"Happy birthday Uncle Chandler!"

Chandler smiled as he leaned down at Emma's height. "Thanks, Bug." He ruffled her hair which was tied into neat plaits.

"Chandler!" Rachel objected.

"It's my birthday." He said simply.

"That doesn't mean you can just-" She was cut off by a loud banging noise coming from outside.

"Don't worry!" Came Phoebe's voice.

"Yeah, we got it all under control." Joey followed, sounding a little less convinced.

"They're lying."

"Charlie!" Phoebe scolded her son.

"What did you do?" Monica demanded.

"Uh, nothing..." Joey trailed off.

Charlie came running through with a smirk on his face. "They broke the car."

"Our car or their car?" Chandler asked as he scooped up his nephew.

"Or our car?" Ross questioned.

"Our car." Charlie said firmly.

"Oh, God." Erica said after a while.

"Let's go check out the damage." They all followed Rachel through the house to the front door, where Phoebe and Joey could be seen attempting to put the car door back on.

"It won't fit." She grumbled.

"This is..." Monica started.

"Normal." Emma finished. They were used to the couples crazy antics and strange quirks. The majority of the adults had lived with it for fourteen years.

"Yeah." Jack said.

Later that night as Monica and Chandler were getting into bed, she turned to face him. "I'm sorry it was such a sucky birthday."

"You kidding me? It was amazing. I had all my family there. I love you."

"Love you too."