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I sat at the table drinking my coffee. My apartment is way too quiet. Chandler has been spending a lot of time over here but last night he spent the night at his own place since he hadn't been over there in a while. After all, he is paying rent there. It's just weird, him not being here.

Even though we've been dating for 5 months, it feels like much longer. We just have so much fun together. He's here all the time. We love to go out and we love to take Emma places.

I look up when I hear tiny footsteps coming into the kitchen. She's rubbing her eyes, getting all the sleep out of them.

Emma is wearing a princess night gown, her pink slippers and her thin brown hair now comes to her shoulders. I lift her up and put her on my lap. I kiss the top of her head.

"Good morning honey."

She leans her head back against my chest. "Where's daddy?"

I sigh. "Honey, daddy had to go home."

She frowned at me. "But why?"

I see her point. He spends so much time here, that it's like he lives here with us. She's only three, it's hard for her to understand that he does have his own place.

I look down at my daughters curious eyes. "I don't know baby. I'll call him."

Emma clapped her hands. "Yay. Call daddy!"

I get my phone that is in front of me on the kitchen table when there is a knock on the door.

Emma hurries off my lap and rushes over to the door and I am right behind her.

"Daddy!" Emma shouts when I open the front door.

Chandler picks her up. He's kissing her and hugging her.

"I was just going to call you. I wanted to talk to you." I tell him when he gives me a hug and a kiss.

"Oh really? What about?"

I look at Emma who is still in Chandler's arms. "Emma honey, go in your room and play with your toys."

She looks at me and starts pouting. She just recently started doing it. I think Chandler taught it to her.

Chandler gives her stomach a little rub and puts her down. "Listen to your mommy kiddo. I'll be here when you're done."

That made her happy so she went to play without another word.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Chandler asks me when Emma is out of sight.

I start at his shoulders and rub down his arms. "You, us."

He looks a little concerned at this point. "Is it bad?"

"No." I take his hand and lead him over to the couch, where we both have a seat. "I wanted to say that I have liked having you hear almost every night. Emma liked it too. In fact, she woke up asking where you were this morning. So I was thinking, that if you wanted to, we could move in together, here."

At first, he's looking at me with a blank expression which makes me a little worried but within seconds, a smile spreads across his face and he kisses me. His hand sliding across my back and slightly under my shirt before he pulls away. "I think that is a wonderful idea Mon."

I lean into him and put my head in the crock of his neck. "I'm glad you think so." I look up for a moment to look at him. "You don't think it's moving too fast do you?" I just realized that it might be fast and scaring him is the last thing I want to do.

He shakes his head. "No not at all."

Over the next couple of weeks, we start moving Chandler's stuff over here and making room for it. Emma couldn't be more thrilled about it. She loves the idea of having her daddy here all the time. I must say, I am pretty excited about it as well.

I wasn't prepared for this though. I like things done a certain way and he doesn't. He sometimes leaves his towel on the floor. He likes eating on the couch, he even will walk in and put his coat on the back of the couch.

"Are you ok?" Chandler asks one night when I am being quiet.

I am trying my hardest to keep how I feel to myself. I really don't want to start any trouble. "I'm fine."

I feel his hand move to my back. "Are you sure?"

I started telling him the things he does that bothers me. As I am saying these things, I realize how crazy this all sounds. I am used to being alone. Well not completely alone. Emma is there with me but she does what I say.

"Those things really bother you?" I don't think he was expecting that.

"Yes it drives me crazy." I don't even know why. They just do which is insane.

He just nods slowly. I wish I knew what he was thinking right now. I don't know if he's ok with this or if he's fuming inside.

I put my hand over his that is on the table. "I'm sorry. I just like certain things to be a certain thing."

He leans back in his chair. "My ex-wife was like that Monica. She had to have things done a certain way and if I didn't do them that way, it would end up into a big fight. Fighting was all the two of us ever did."

"What are you saying I ask?"

He stood up. "I love Emma and I want to be in that little girls' life no matter what happens but I am not going to be with another woman that is like my ex-wife."

I just glare at him and stand up as well. "Don't you dare compare me to your ex-wife Chandler Bing? I am not like her. I can't believe you would say that."

I have heard stories about her and how mean she was. It hurts that he would even think about that. I don't want to cry right now but I can feel the tears well up.

He ignores my comment and walks to the front door. "I have to get out for a little while." He tells me, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

What did I just do?