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The Gift

Chapter Eighteen (Epilogue) - Giving Me the World

"Girls, I promise your dad will be home soon. Just be patient, and help me out here," Monica sighed, trying to dress her daughters after their bath. She had somehow managed to convince them that taking a bath before Chandler got home from his late meeting was a good idea. That was one trait they had definitely inherited from their father. They hated taking baths.

"Honey, I'm home," Chandler called with a slight chuckle while closing the door behind him.

"Daddy!" Abby exclaimed, rushing out of the bathroom and into Chandler's waiting arms. Savannah soon followed, although it was obvious that she had rushed. She had only managed to get her head and one arm into her pajama top.

"Hey, you," Chandler laughed and helped Savannah fix her pajamas. "You didn't miss me, did you?" he teased, picking both of the four year old girls up and carrying them toward the living room.

"I did, Daddy!" Savannah exclaimed.

"Me too!" Abby added.

It was then that Monica emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet. "I bet Mommy missed me," Chandler chuckled when he saw her disheveled state. "I bet you could've used some help," he smiled as he put the girls down on the couch, then stepped over to kiss his wife tenderly.

"Yes, it would've been nice," she smiled. "Now, give me a big hug," she grinned, holding out her arms to him.

"I'd love to, but I might get a little wet," he said and took one of her hands. She took that as her opportunity and pulled him into a hug. "Now that wasn't very fair, was it, Abby?" he said, looking at his daughter.

"Yes, Daddy," Abby giggled.

"Oh, come on!" he laughed, still wrapped in Monica's arms. "Savannah? You're on my side, right?"

"That was funny," she giggled along with her sister.

"All right. That's enough giggling for tonight. I think it's past your bedtime," Monica said, looking at the twins.

"But Mommy -"

"No. It's bedtime. Go on and get into bed, and we'll tuck you in in just a minute, okay?" she said and watched as the girls got off of the couch.

"Daddy, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Savannah asked before going into the bedroom.

"Sure. I'll be right there," he smiled and watched the girls go into their room. "You know, that really wasn't very nice," he teased, looking back at Monica, who was still clinging to him.

"But it was fun," she smiled and reached up to kiss him. "We are so lucky," she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know," he said quietly, thinking about their little family.

A moment passed before Monica spoke again. "Do you ever think about what it would have been like if we'd had more children? Or if I... Well, if I hadn't lost the first baby."

He sighed. "Honestly... Yeah, I've thought about it. But we can't change anything, Mon. I love our little girls, and I love you. And that's all we need," he smiled, looking into her eyes again.

She looked down, then back up at him. "Chandler? What would you say if I told you we were going to have another baby?" she asked.

His eyes widened. "Well, I'd probably say 'huh?' - after I'd regained consciousness... Monica... You're not telling me that you're pregnant, are you?" he asked.

"No, of course not. I can't have anymore children, remember?" she replied. "I just... I guess I just wanted to know what you really thought about this. I mean, you could go on and have children with someone else, you know. I know how much you love the girls. You're such a wonderful father, Chandler. I just wish I had been able to give you more chances to be a father."

"Monica, we've been through this. Everything is just as it should be. We don't need more children. We've got the two most precious little human beings in the world right in there," he said, pointing towards the girls' room. "And I'm Savannah and Abigail's father. I don't need to be a father to anyone but them."

"I know," Monica replied quietly. "I love you so much... You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah... I know that," Chandler smiled at her and kissed her again. "I love you, too, you know."

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"All right. What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?" Chandler asked, sitting in a chair between Abby and Vannah's beds.

"Something with a beautiful princess," Abby replied.

"And a handsome prince," Savannah giggled.

"Okay. A princess and a prince. I think I can do that," Chandler smiled. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who was looking all over the world to find her knight in shining armor. One day -"

"No, Daddy. A prince," Savannah interrupted.

"Oh, right," Chandler laughed. "Sorry... To find her prince... So, one day this beautiful princess was talking to one of her very good friends. He was a very, very handsome prince, but the princess had never thought of him as anything other than a friend. But, one day, the prince and princess realized that they were perfect for each other and fell head-over-heels in love. The prince and princess went through a lot of good and bad times before they were finally able to be truly happy together. And one wonderful day, the prince and princess were blessed with two adorable, wonderful, sleepy daughters named Abby and Vannah."

"That's us!" Abby exclaimed.

"Yes, that's you," Chandler replied. "And do you know what the names of the prince and princess are?"

"I know!" Savannah answered. "Mommy and Daddy."

Chandler laughed lightly. "Right. Mommy and Daddy. And Daddy thinks that you two need to get some sleep now," he continued, and kissed each of their foreheads while tucking them in one more time. "Good night," he said as he turned out the light. "I love you both."

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"Do you think the storm will wake the girls?" Monica asked as she lie in bed, wrapped in Chandler's arms.

"I don't know... Maybe they'll sleep through it," he replied as the thunder roared and the lightning flashed, lighting up their bedroom.

Monica's question was answered seconds later when the bedroom door opened and two sleepy little girls walked into the room, each clutching a stuffed animal.

"Girls, what are you doing out of bed?" Monica asked.

"We're scared, Mommy," Savannah whimpered as both girls reached the bed. "Can we sleep with you and Daddy?" she asked, rubbing her eyes with a tiny clenched fist.

"I don't know, honey. We'll have to ask Daddy." Monica looked to Chandler for an answer. She knew he wouldn't be able to tell them no.

"Of course you can," he said. Abby ran to Chandler's side of the bed and he lifted her onto the bed, while Monica did the same with Savannah. Soon the little family was all tucked into bed. Both girls had already closed their eyes, ready to fall asleep again.

"I love you, Daddy," Abby yawned and snuggled up to her father.

Chandler's heart always melted when he heard those four little words. "I love you, too, Abby," he whispered and kissed the little girl's forehead.

"I love you, too, Mommy," she continued, yawning again.

"And I love you," Monica responded.

Savannah, who didn't appear to be quite as tired as her sister, immediately sat up. "Me too!" she protested. "I love you, too, Mommy and Daddy! It's my turn!"

Monica couldn't help laughing. "We love you, too, Vannah," she assured the little girl and hugged her tightly.

"That's right," Chandler agreed. "We love both of you very, very, very much," he grinned. Savannah giggled, then cuddled back up to her mother. Soon, both girls were sleeping again.

Chandler reached across them and took Monica's hand, locking their fingers together. "I love you, too," he whispered and smiled at his wife.

"I know," she grinned. "I love you, too."

They were silent for a moment, both watching their daughters sleeping, before Chandler spoke again.

"You know, we've got the whole world between us right now," he said, looking back at Monica, "but I've never felt closer to you."

She smiled at his comment and squeezed his hand gently. "Thanks for giving me the world," she said quietly. "And thanks for being a part of it," she added.

He simply smiled at her, looked down at their sleeping angels, then looked back up at Monica. "I wouldn't mind just living in our own little world with just the four of us forever, you know. You're all I've ever needed."

"And you're all I've ever needed," she responded. "But I'm kind of glad that when I got you, I got the special double bonus deal too. It's kind of like three gifts for the price of one."

He chuckled lightly. "And believe me, Monica. It's a gift that I've been more than happy to give."

The End

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A/N - That's it. It's finally finished... I really hope you liked the epilogue - and the story as a whole. Let me know what you thought.