*Monica's POV*

I wake up with the smell of Chandler surrounding me and for a split second it feels like we're back at our house waiting for the twins to run in demanding breakfast. The beeping of the heart monitor pops my bubble of illusion, bringing me crashing back down to reality.

Chandler is still sleeping, so I carefully move to get out of bed, trying not to wake him. I head off to get coffee, my head lost in thought. Chandler gets released from the hospital today and I can't help but be nervous about his reaction. It's one thing to know we have kids but a completely different thing to actually see them and interact with them. I just hope Chandler doesn't freak out about it and get all weird.

I re-enter the room, coffee cups in my hands to find Chandler sitting up, awake, his hair slightly disheveled. He gives me a smile and gratefully takes the coffee cup I offer.

A couple tests and a couple of hours later, we are sitting in the car driving to our house in Westchester. The tension in the car is palpable and grows as we get closer and closer to the house. My palms grow sticky and a pit of anxiety starts to form in my stomach. We pull into the driveway and sit in silence for a little while.

"I, uh, think I should go in and brace the twins and warn them to be gentle and...anything else," I stammer before slipping out of the awkward atmosphere.

My house stands in front of me, the uncertainty of the next 5 minutes flowing anxiously through my veins. Taking a deep breath, I climb the steps and open the door. I hear the pitter patter of little feet before Erica is standing in front of me, her eyes searching before locking with mine.

"Where's daddy?" she asks, her blue eyes wide and curious.

Rachel appears behind my daughter, Jack in her arms resting on her chest.

"Daddy is coming," I say causing Jack to lift his head off Rachel's chest as Erica lets out a high pitched squeal, "But you have to be careful because daddy still doesn't feel completely better, do you hear me Erica Bing?"

My daughter nods, "Yes mommy, now let us see him!" she impatiently stomps.

At that moment, the door creaks open and Chandler walks in, looking all around in awe. Luckily, the twins don't realize his amazement and Erica hurtles herself into Chandler's arms. Chandler bends down to her level and catches her, Erica's momentum almost throwing him off balance.

"Hi Erica, were you good for Aunt Rachel?"

"Yes, I was very good," she replies cuddling into his chest, "I missed you daddy" she says kissing him on the cheek.

I watch as Chandler's entire face softens and I can see how touched he is by her actions, "I missed you too baby girl."

My gaze drifts away from the touching moment to see Jack sitting a little ways away, his bottom lip trembling on the verge of a temper tantrum.

"Chandler," I whisper motioning to Jack.

Chandler nods in understanding, lets go of Erica and moves to our son.

He kneels in front of Jack and asks, "What's wrong buddy?"

"Don't leave daddy," he cries before throwing his arms tightly around Chandler's neck.

I watch Chandler's face soften even more, tightening his arms around Jack's tiny body.

"I promise, Jack. I won't ever leave again."

"Good," Jack mumbles burying his head into Chandler's neck.

Chandler catches my eyes and I think I see unshed tears lining his eyes. While Chandler may not remember Jack and Erica, he still is great with them and I can see he is falling in love with them already. Hopefully this means we can make things work, no matter what happens.

*Chandler's POV*

Those kids were so adorable, and I really wish I remembered them. By the way the acted, though, it seems like I am a good father and they love me. This takes me by surprise as I never thought I would be a good father, as I didn't have a role model to emulate. Maybe Monica helped me and that's why I'm such a good dad to the twins.

Now, I watch from the doorway as Monica tucks the twins into bed, giving them each a kiss on the head.

"Night daddy," Erica sleepily whispers.

"Goodnight Erica, goodnight Jack. Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite" I say and Jack giggles before rolling over.

Monica and I leave the room and I close the door behind us. I look at Mon who has her gaze trained on her hands in front of her.

"I, uh, guess I'll sleep on the couch then."

I turn on my heel, heading downstairs to the slightly lumpy couch. Suddenly, I hear the sound of light footsteps behind me. I swivel to find Monica shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, holding sheets and a pillow in her hands.

I must have a surprised look on my face because Monica smirks at me saying, "Well you didn't think I would let you sleep without a pillow did ya? I do have the reputation of the perfect hostess to uphold after all."

I smile at her and take the pillows and sheets from her arms, "Thank you."

She hesitates for a second before sighing and saying, "You wanted to know how we got together, right? Well, I'll tell you."

She sits on the couch and I take a seat next to her, making sure to put some distance between us.

Monica takes a deep breath before starting, "So in 1998, Ross was getting married to a girl named Emily, who eventually divorced him because he said Rachel's name at the alter instead of hers."

I burst out laughing, imagining the hell Ross must have gone through, "Oh my god! And I thought I was bad with women!"

Monia lets out a laugh, "Yes Ross has not had the best luck with women. Until when he got back together with Rachel."

"Woah, woah, woah" I say holding up my hand, "Ross and Rachel got back together?"

"That's a whole other story, Chandler" she replies before continuing, "Anyways, at the rehearsal dinner my mom was being really mean and critical as always. This caused me to drink a lot more than I should've and you were really sweet and walked me to my room. I was still so depressed that I just wanted sex, so I went looking for Joey. Instead, I found you and you were your adorable sweet self and I kind of threw myself at you. And the rest, as they say, is history."

I lean back, bewildered and a little overwhelmed by all the information she just told me. To think, my incredible and beautiful friend loves me and stayed with me over all these years. It's surreal, in the best way possible.

"Wow, that's a lot to take in."

Monica grimaces before nodding, "I'm going to go to bed. It's been a long day, you should get some rest," she says patting my knee, "Goodnight Chandler."

"Goodnight Mon"

I watch as she disappears down the hallway and a part of me wishes she were still here. I settle down for a restless night's sleep, all the information rocketing through my head.

AN: Thanks for all your feedback! I'm always open to ideas for one-shots or any other comments!