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Chapter Seventeen
"Daddy, tell me the story of our guardian angel again," four-year-old Nicholas Bing said.
Chandler grinned, "Well," he began, "Once upon a time, before Mommy and Daddy had ever met, there was a very nice man."
"Ryan and Micaela's birth daddy!" Nicholas filled in.
"Yep," Chandler said, "Ryan and Micaela's birth daddy. Well, one day, I was on a plane with Ryan and Micaela's daddy, and he told me about Mommy, and Ryan, and Micaela. He told me how wonderful they were, and I saw how great they were."
"But the man died," Nicholas said sadly.
"Yes," Chandler said, "He did die, and we still miss him. But he left me a great gift. Your mommy, and Ryan and Micaela. That's how Mommy and I met. And that's how you came about."
Nicholas grinned, and finished the rest of the story himself, "And now that man is looking down from Heaven and protecting our whole family, right Daddy?"
Chandler smiled, "Right, Nick," he said, kissing his son's forehead, "Now go to sleep. Mommy will be in in a second."
"Love you, Daddy," Nicholas chirped.
"Love you, too, Nicky," Chandler said as he left the room with a grin on his face.
Monica smiled as she saw her husband outside of her youngest son's door, "What story did he ask for tonight?" she asked.
"Guardian Angel," Chandler replied, and Monica smiled.
"I like that story," she said, "It led us all here, after all."
"Yeah," Chandler grinned, "It did." He kissed his wife of five years, and left to say goodnight to his youngest daughter, two-year-old Jordan.
He stood in Jordan's room, just looking at her. She was already asleep, but sometimes, he just liked to stare at his children, amazed. He'd help to create that little person. Not just with his DNA, because his DNA had not helped to create Ryan and Micaela, who he considered just as much his as Nicholas and Jordan. But he'd helped form their personalities, he'd helped to give them feelings, and likes and loves, and dislikes. He, Chandler Bing, was a huge, amazing part of four little lives. And a huge part of one adult life.
Wasn't it amazing that, six years ago, he hadn't been a huge part of anybody's life?
He grinned at that realization, laid a soft kiss on Jordan's forehead and went to knock on ten-year-old Micaela's door. "Micaela, baby," he said gently, "Ready to go to sleep?"
"Come in, Dad," Micaela replied and Chandler opened the door and sat on her bed. "Daddy, I'm sorry about what happened," Micaela said, referring to an incident that had taken place that afternoon, where Micaela had yelled at Chandler when he was arguing with her about leaving a huge school project to the last minute. Micaela had yelled a variety of things, but by far the most hurtful had been the statement she'd screamed last before stomping upstairs, "You're not my real dad!"
Chandler smiled and stroked his daughter's hair, "I know you are, baby," he said gently, "I think we both said some things we didn't mean."
"I know," Micaela replied, "But I'm sorry I said you weren't my real dad. 'Cause you are. Or at least, you're my real heart dad."
Chandler grinned at Micaela's choice of words. He and Monica had raised all their children with the fact that Ryan and Micaela had two fathers, a birth father, and a heart father. They'd added in the guardian angel, story, too, and had also told both Ryan and Micaela about Chandler's brief meeting with their father. "I know, sweetie," Chandler said, "And you know I always love you, no matter what you consider me."
Micaela smiled, "Love you, too, Daddy," she said, smiling.
Chandler grinned and kissed her forehead.
He arrived in Ryan's room a few minutes later. "Hey, bud," he said, sitting down on his twelve-year-old's bed.
"Hey, Dad," Ryan said, "Talk to Micaela?" Ryan had been in the kitchen when Micaela had yelled.
Chandler nodded, "Yeah," he said, "You know, Ry, sometimes it's good for you and Micaela to act out like that. You shouldn't let all your anger build up."
"All our anger at what?"
"At your dad being dead," Chandler said gently.
Ryan smiled, "Dad," he began, "That dad up in Heaven, yeah, I miss him and all, but he died six years ago. You're the one here now. You're Dad. He's just birth Dad."
Chandler grinned. That was exactely what he needed to hear. "Thanks, Ry," he said, and kissed his son's forehead, "Good night."
"Night, Dad," Ryan said, "Love you."
"Love you, too, son," Chandler said, and closed Ryan's door.
Son. How many times had he thought he'd never be able to say that word? Many, he realized. Before the plane, he'd never thought he'd have a child, or get married. And now he had four children, and a beauti ful wife.
Yeah, life was good.
***
Chandler found Monica downstairs, cleaning up the family room. "Hey, gorgeous," he said gently, "Nicky asleep?"
"Yep," Monica said, "Did you talk to Micaela?"
"Yeah," Chandler nodded, "We worked it out."
"Good," Monica said, smiling, and collapsing down on the couch with Chandler.
They sat there in a comfortable silence, just thinking, before Chandler finally said. "You know, I realized something today."
"What's that?"
"That Richard's been our guardian angel for a lot longer that we've been telling the story."
"How do you figure that?"
Chandler smiled, "I wasn't gonna go to that one year anniversary thing," he said, referring to the place where their relationship had really started, "But.....then, I had this feeling, this really strong feeling that I should go. And I think.....I think it was Richard telling me to go."
Monica smiled and Chandler pulled her closer. The happy couple looked up towards the sky and together, whispered two words, "Thank you."
THE END! Thanks everyone for enjoying this fic-my next one, This Everyday Love, should be coming soon. But for the meanwhile, please REVIEW.....tell me how soon to post the next story! THANKS!
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Chapter Seventeen
"Daddy, tell me the story of our guardian angel again," four-year-old Nicholas Bing said.
Chandler grinned, "Well," he began, "Once upon a time, before Mommy and Daddy had ever met, there was a very nice man."
"Ryan and Micaela's birth daddy!" Nicholas filled in.
"Yep," Chandler said, "Ryan and Micaela's birth daddy. Well, one day, I was on a plane with Ryan and Micaela's daddy, and he told me about Mommy, and Ryan, and Micaela. He told me how wonderful they were, and I saw how great they were."
"But the man died," Nicholas said sadly.
"Yes," Chandler said, "He did die, and we still miss him. But he left me a great gift. Your mommy, and Ryan and Micaela. That's how Mommy and I met. And that's how you came about."
Nicholas grinned, and finished the rest of the story himself, "And now that man is looking down from Heaven and protecting our whole family, right Daddy?"
Chandler smiled, "Right, Nick," he said, kissing his son's forehead, "Now go to sleep. Mommy will be in in a second."
"Love you, Daddy," Nicholas chirped.
"Love you, too, Nicky," Chandler said as he left the room with a grin on his face.
Monica smiled as she saw her husband outside of her youngest son's door, "What story did he ask for tonight?" she asked.
"Guardian Angel," Chandler replied, and Monica smiled.
"I like that story," she said, "It led us all here, after all."
"Yeah," Chandler grinned, "It did." He kissed his wife of five years, and left to say goodnight to his youngest daughter, two-year-old Jordan.
He stood in Jordan's room, just looking at her. She was already asleep, but sometimes, he just liked to stare at his children, amazed. He'd help to create that little person. Not just with his DNA, because his DNA had not helped to create Ryan and Micaela, who he considered just as much his as Nicholas and Jordan. But he'd helped form their personalities, he'd helped to give them feelings, and likes and loves, and dislikes. He, Chandler Bing, was a huge, amazing part of four little lives. And a huge part of one adult life.
Wasn't it amazing that, six years ago, he hadn't been a huge part of anybody's life?
He grinned at that realization, laid a soft kiss on Jordan's forehead and went to knock on ten-year-old Micaela's door. "Micaela, baby," he said gently, "Ready to go to sleep?"
"Come in, Dad," Micaela replied and Chandler opened the door and sat on her bed. "Daddy, I'm sorry about what happened," Micaela said, referring to an incident that had taken place that afternoon, where Micaela had yelled at Chandler when he was arguing with her about leaving a huge school project to the last minute. Micaela had yelled a variety of things, but by far the most hurtful had been the statement she'd screamed last before stomping upstairs, "You're not my real dad!"
Chandler smiled and stroked his daughter's hair, "I know you are, baby," he said gently, "I think we both said some things we didn't mean."
"I know," Micaela replied, "But I'm sorry I said you weren't my real dad. 'Cause you are. Or at least, you're my real heart dad."
Chandler grinned at Micaela's choice of words. He and Monica had raised all their children with the fact that Ryan and Micaela had two fathers, a birth father, and a heart father. They'd added in the guardian angel, story, too, and had also told both Ryan and Micaela about Chandler's brief meeting with their father. "I know, sweetie," Chandler said, "And you know I always love you, no matter what you consider me."
Micaela smiled, "Love you, too, Daddy," she said, smiling.
Chandler grinned and kissed her forehead.
He arrived in Ryan's room a few minutes later. "Hey, bud," he said, sitting down on his twelve-year-old's bed.
"Hey, Dad," Ryan said, "Talk to Micaela?" Ryan had been in the kitchen when Micaela had yelled.
Chandler nodded, "Yeah," he said, "You know, Ry, sometimes it's good for you and Micaela to act out like that. You shouldn't let all your anger build up."
"All our anger at what?"
"At your dad being dead," Chandler said gently.
Ryan smiled, "Dad," he began, "That dad up in Heaven, yeah, I miss him and all, but he died six years ago. You're the one here now. You're Dad. He's just birth Dad."
Chandler grinned. That was exactely what he needed to hear. "Thanks, Ry," he said, and kissed his son's forehead, "Good night."
"Night, Dad," Ryan said, "Love you."
"Love you, too, son," Chandler said, and closed Ryan's door.
Son. How many times had he thought he'd never be able to say that word? Many, he realized. Before the plane, he'd never thought he'd have a child, or get married. And now he had four children, and a beauti ful wife.
Yeah, life was good.
***
Chandler found Monica downstairs, cleaning up the family room. "Hey, gorgeous," he said gently, "Nicky asleep?"
"Yep," Monica said, "Did you talk to Micaela?"
"Yeah," Chandler nodded, "We worked it out."
"Good," Monica said, smiling, and collapsing down on the couch with Chandler.
They sat there in a comfortable silence, just thinking, before Chandler finally said. "You know, I realized something today."
"What's that?"
"That Richard's been our guardian angel for a lot longer that we've been telling the story."
"How do you figure that?"
Chandler smiled, "I wasn't gonna go to that one year anniversary thing," he said, referring to the place where their relationship had really started, "But.....then, I had this feeling, this really strong feeling that I should go. And I think.....I think it was Richard telling me to go."
Monica smiled and Chandler pulled her closer. The happy couple looked up towards the sky and together, whispered two words, "Thank you."
THE END! Thanks everyone for enjoying this fic-my next one, This Everyday Love, should be coming soon. But for the meanwhile, please REVIEW.....tell me how soon to post the next story! THANKS!