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            "Monica!" Chandler slammed the door to his house and ran to find his wife. "Mon? Where are you?"

            "In the kitchen," she called back. "Why are you yelling? You're going to wake the baby." Finding her in the kitchen, he leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips and then smiled at her.

            "Sorry," he said.

            "What are you so happy about?"

            "Can't I just be happy that I got to come home to my beautiful wife?" Raising one eyebrow, Monica looked at him.

            "No, seriously, why are you so happy?"  

            "Guess what we got today in the mail?"

            "What?"

            "A wedding invitation." Monica's face clouded with confusion.

            "Who do we know that's getting married?" She asked biting her lip thinking.

            "Mona." Monica's eyes lit up.

            "She's getting married?"

            "That's right," he tossed the invitation onto the table and walked to the refrigerator grabbing a water bottle. "She's officially not my problem."

            "And she sent us an invitation? Does she really expect us to come?" Monica asked looking up at him.

            "Apparently." 

            "We're not, right?" Chandler shook his head.

            "Of course not. Finally though, I won't have to pay her alimony! I won't have to worry about her! I'm now guilt free. You are looking at a guilt free man!" Monica laughed and stood up and gave him a kiss.

            "I'm so happy for you," she told him.

            "Daddy!"  Three-year-old Jamie came running from the living room where he and Hannah, who was nearly nine, were watching a video. 

            "Hey Jame," Chandler said picking him up. A baby's scream erupted through the house.

            "I'll be right back," she told them, and made her way up the stairs and down the hall into the nursery. Leaning over the crib, she gently picked up her three-month-old daughter Alice, or Ally, and sat down in the rocking chair with her. Chandler appeared in the doorway a few minutes later and smiled at the sight of his wife looking down at Ally.

            "Hey," she said softly looking up.

            "Hey, Ross just called, they will be over later." Monica nodded and looked down at Ally who was once again fast asleep.

            "Okay," she said standing up. She placed Ally back in the crib and hugged her husband. "Did I ever tell you how awfully happy I was that you came back?"

            "Um…." He grinned. "No?"

            "Well, I am so awfully happy that you came back to us."

            "I should never have left in the first place," he told her kissing her gently. She shrugged.

            "You can't do that. You can't wish for things that have already happened to have not happened. It doesn't work like that."

            "You're right," he said. "Now, we need to RSVP to the blessed event and tell them it will be a cold day in Hell when we go to the wedding." Monica groaned and slipped away from him.

            "You can do that," she told him. "I would have just gone for sorry, we can't make it. But you can do anything you would like." Chandler grinned and reached out and pulled her to him again.

            "Anything?"

            "I meant regarding the wedding!" Monica said laughing.

            "I didn't."

            "Hey!" The door opened and Ross and Rachel came bustling in with their children. Ben, who was now a moody teenager, came slouching in behind them. Eight year old Emma immediately asked where Hannah was.

            "The playroom," Monica replied and Emma took off to find her. "Jamie's in there too." Six-year-old Kyle nodded and followed his big sister.

            "Hey Ben," Chandler said. "Guess what I got? I'm not allowed to keep it anywhere but the basement," he looked at his wife. "But it's still the greatest thing ever." Ben reluctantly followed his uncle to the basement where there were all of Chandler's toys. Playstation, foosball, a pool table, and his new pinball machine.

            "Thanks," Ross said when Chandler came back up and reported that Ben was happily occupied.

            "You're welcome," Chandler said smiling and sitting down next to Monica.

            "What's this?" Rachel was pouring herself a glass of wine at the counter and came across the invitation.

            "It's an invitation to Mona's wedding," Monica replied.

            "She invited you?" Ross inquired surprised.

            "Isn't it great?" Chandler asked dreamily.

            "That she invited you?" Rachel asked raising an eyebrow.

            "No, that she's getting married," Chandler responded. "No more Mona."

            "That is great," Ross told him. "Hear, hear." They raised their glasses and Chandler slipped an arm around Monica.

            "Of course we're not going," Monica said. "I don't think she really wanted us there anyway. It was just a way of telling us."

            "Maybe she does actually want you there," Rachel said. "Maybe it's her way of showing you that she's moved on."

            "Whatever it is," Chandler spoke up. "It's good news." And that it was. Mona was married. It was guilt off of Monica too. For years Monica had felt terrible. For all purposes, she had stolen Chandler away from Mona, she had everything that she could ever want. And Mona…well, Mona didn't. On their wedding day, Monica was terrified that Mona would show up and ruin it, and she knew that Mona had come. She had booked a room for herself in the Plaza on the same day and Monica spotted her looking on while she waited outside on her father's arm to go in. But to her credit, Mona stayed hidden. She didn't cause a scene as Monica had feared; she didn't burst in and demand that Chandler stay with her. Instead, she simply stood outside the door and listened the best that she could.

            And because of all this, Monica had never really let go of the guilt that she had felt when Chandler came back to tell her that Mona had lied. The guilt that she had taken something that might not been rightfully hers. Chandler told her that this was ridiculous.

            "Of course I'm rightfully yours. I'm yours, Mon. I couldn't possibly be anyone else's."

            "But…." She knew he was right. She knew that they were meant to be. It was as simple as that. They had always been perfect for each other, and it was just youth and stupidity that had broken them up the first time. But still, it just was there sometimes. That guilt. When she would watch Jamie and Hannah play or sleep, when Chandler would surprise her in bed with breakfast, or with a dinner alone together, she would think to herself that this could be happening to Mona. And it wasn't. Guilt was a terrible thing.

            And so it wasn't only Chandler who was celebrating this marriage. It wasn't as if she had lived her life constantly with this guilt hanging over her head, it just popped up every once in awhile, and now it would be gone for good. So, she smiled with him, and toasted to the lucky bride and the unsuspecting groom, and was happy.

            She had everything she wanted. Three children, a wonderful husband who adored her, and great friends. Everything that could possibly make her happy.

            So very, very happy.

~There you go! That was just a short little epilogue to wrap things up and let you know that they lived happily ever after (good for them!). Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks~