Monica smiled to herself as she woke up. She was beside Chandler, her true love. God she had missed him. Her life was finally coming back around. She had her friends back, her life back, but most importantly, she had Chandler back. She hugged Chandler closely and kissed his cheek. He groaned and turned over to face her.
"Monica?" he said groggily, "What are you doing in my bed?" Then he remembered," Oh my God did we? How many times? Oh my God!"
Monica laughed at Chandler's expression and kissed him softly.
"Mon.." Chandler started weakly," we can't. We shouldn't! This isn't right. I don't know if I could ever go back to where we were before. I don't know if I can trust you anymore. You're like a completely different person. I've err... gotta go." Chandler sprang out of bed and dashed out of his bedroom.
"Chandler?" Monica called after him, realising how much she had really hurt him. She slipped out of Chandlers bed and blushed crimson when she realised she was wearing nothing. She sighed softly to herself as she realised the only thing that hadn't been torn apart in their passion was Chandler's shirt. She put it on, loving its scent and softness. Shivering slightly she tiptoed out of the room only to find Chandler making coffee. He looked around at her but didn't say anything.
Monica sighed softly and told him she was going for a shower. She closed her eyes as she felt warm water cascade down her body. Silent tears flowed down her face and she suddenly realised how alone she felt. She pushed this thought out of her mind and proceeded to wash.
Chandler closed his eyes as he heard her. She was singing ever so softly, like an angel. Her voice was so beautiful and calm. Hs heart ached so badly. It ached for Monica. Hid heart told him to go after her again but his brain told him to suppress. He couldn't take being hurt again, it would kill him. Damn it, he thought to himself. His heart was telling him stupid brain, if I get hurt again, I get hurt. There's nothing I can do about that. If I ever let her go again I'll regret it. And then his brain, you have to let her go. It's for the best. She's not worth it.
Chandler groaned in frustration and looked at the bathroom door. Monica had just come out of it, wrapped in a towel. He wanted to rip the towel off her and make sweet love to her but he knew he just couldn't. And yet she simply stood there. Basically naked, her wet, dark hair making her even more desirable. Chandler nearly ran to her but he stood his ground. "So lunch will be ready soon." Monica nodded and went to get changed.
She pulled on her black denim jeans and a comfy, long black cardigan. She tried brushing her knotty hair but gave up after a few tries. She carefully clasped a heart shaped silver locket (Chandler had given it to her) and sighed. After lunch Chandler said they could go and visit Ross and Rachel. She nodded at his attempt to make conversation without really listening. Chandler and her got a taxi to Ross and Rachel's house and found that they had some news for them.
"Mon, Chandler, we're pregnant!" Ross practically glowed.
"Well, I don't know about we..." Rachel said, jokingly.
They ended up staying for dinner and soon Monica and Chandler were on their way home. They arrived at Chandler's apartment to find an envelope addressed to 'Monica Burke.' It was the divorce papers from Richard. She took a deep breath and signed it. Then she broke down. She was single again. She was getting old, what if she never found anyone? What if she never found her prince, what if she never got her dreams? She would never have kids, she grow old by herself. She had so nearly gotten all of those things. Why had she ever let Chandler go?
Chandler comforted her all night, rocking her in his arms, being the shoulder for her to cry on until she finally drifted off to sleep. Chandler kissed her cheek softly," Sweet dreams, sweetheart." He sat down on the couch and felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He needed her and she needed him. So why couldn't they be together? That was when he decided. He decided that he didn't care if it ripped him apart, if it tore him to pieces. He needed her way too much.
He had to give her another chance, even if it killed him. He was doing it for them, for her. He had to. So, smiling at the plan forming in his mind, he too drifted off to sleep. They would be together forever. He had, after all promised to himself that he couldn't let her get away twice. She meant way too much to him. They were meant to be together, he knew it. He didn't know how, he just knew it. It would all work out for them some day. It just had too.
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