Remorse Part 3
Chandler followed Monica downstairs to Phoebe's cab, which was parked outside. They'd stopped by so Chandler could say bye to the kids. Monica, Phoebe and Ross were taking them upstate for the week. It had been two weeks since the day Chandler and Monica had kissed.
"So take care of yourself, Chandler," Monica said and she hugged him, "don't get yourself into anything that you can't get yourself out of."
Chandler smiled as he hugged her back, "If I do, I can still call Rachel."
Monica turned back to the car and she glanced across the street. "Chandler, look." She said as she pointed to a couple kissing in front of Central Perk.
"Oh good, I'm glad getting over me worked so well for Nancy, after all it's been two weeks and she's kissing some other guy." Chandler said.
"Actually, maybe you were hard to get over, I think that's a woman." Monica said and smiled.
"See, now you're trying to make me feel better." Chandler laughed. "Have fun."
"Bye Daddy!" Cameron called from the backseat.
"Bye Sweetie!" Chandler said waving.
"I'll take care of Mom, Dad." Trent said as he buckled up his seat belt.
Then they drove away.
Chandler was sitting in Central Perk with Joey, who was engrossed in a book about acting. Chandler leaned back and thought earlier when his friends and his kids had left. He smiled and started to remember memories of his kids, maybe it was because already he missed them so much.
Chandler had entered the hospital room carrying his brand new daughter; Monica looked at them and smiled.
"This is your new mother," Chandler told the unnamed baby.
"Hey, I've been her mother for nine months," Monica told him.
"We need a name for her," Chandler pointed out.
Monica took the baby and took Chandler's hand, which made Chandler tense at first, but then relax. "She looks like a Lindsey, or a Maggie, or a Jane."
"As nice as those names are, they suck." Chandler said sitting next to the bed.
"Well you come up with one then, I'd like to point out that I named our son Trent." Monica said.
"How about," Chandler said searching the room, he spotted a magazine with Cameron Diaz on the cover sitting by the bed. "Cameron?"
"Cameron, I like it." Monica stroked Cameron's head. "Where did you come up with that?"
"Uh, it's just a name I once heard." Chandler lied with a smile.
"Maybe you should name all our kids," Monica joked.
"All our kids?" Chandler looked into her eyes.
"Well, I mean, if we ever end up sleeping together and producing more children." Monica scratched her forehead.
Trent came running in with Rachel, "Mommy, Daddy!"
"Hey Trent," Monica said, "Meet Cameron. Your sister."
"She smells." Trent said scrunching up his nose.
"Then she'll fit right in with you," Chandler said tickling his son. Trent erupted in laughter.
Chandler smiled as he remembered a happy moment in his life. His kids were everything to him. He thought back to a moment not so happy. It was of Trent's first day of preschool. Trent was four.
Chandler had stepped out of the car and seated himself on the bench across from the preschool doors. He was holding Cameron, who was fourteen months old. She was drooling and he was laughing. The preschool would end in ten minutes and Chandler was coming to pick him up. Monica walked up to him.
"Chandler?" Monica asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Picking up Trent." Chandler said.
Monica touched Cameron's head, "No, I'm picking him up today, you're picking him up tomorrow."
"No, because I have Cameron today and tomorrow."
"Yeah, and I have Trent."
"No, you don't." Their voices were raised.
"Do you really want to fight with me Chandler?"
"I don't know, it depends."
Monica folded her arms, "Chandler, I want to see my son tonight."
"You get to see him every night! I never get to spend anytime with both my kids together. You always get to see them." Chandler said sternly.
"Well, maybe I take better care of them!" The guilt showed on her face as soon as she said it.
"That's not fair, Monica."
"I know, I'm sorry I said that, Chandler. It's just hard having to split up our time with them."
Chandler lowered his voice; too, "We wouldn't have to if we were together."
"That's not an option."
"Why? Just because once you got scared? Just because once you left me?"
Monica's eyes were filling with tears. The door opened and instantly Trent came running over to them.
"Hi guys!" He said excitedly. "Hi sister!" He said to Cameron who giggled.
"Come on Trent, we're going home." Monica said.
"No Trent, tonight you're coming with me." Trent looked confused when Chandler said this.
"Get in the van, Trent." Monica said.
"No, get in the car, Trent." Chandler said.
Monica was about to say something but stopped, "No, you're father's right, Trent, go with him." Chandler was almost shocked.
Chandler touched Monica's arm, "Thank you." He started to turn towards the car. 'I love you, Mon." He said. "You know that?"
"I know; I do love you too." She said, he started to walk away with Trent and Cameron, when Monica said, "hey maybe we can work out a schedule that divides the time with the children in half, you know so its more fair."
Chandler smiled, nodded, and opened his car door.
Chandler picked up his coffee and smiled, he had never loved Monica more than the moment she let him be with his kids more. Besides giving birth to what would probably be his only children that was the best gift she'd ever given him.
"Do you think I could play Bond?" Joey asked Chandler.
"What?"
"You know James Bond."
"I have to go, Joe." Chandler said getting up.
"Where?" Joey complained. But Chandler had already left.
Chandler grabbed his bag and stepped off the bus, he walked up to a small hotel and looked at the sign. It was the right place. He walked into the doors and saw Phoebe getting off the elevator.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked when he ran up to her. "The kids are out with Ross."
"I need to see Monica." Chandler told her.
"She's upstairs in her room." Phoebe realised why Chandler had come, "It's room 135."
Moments later, Chandler knocked on the door. Monica answered it and smiled as soon as she saw him. "Hi Chandler."
TO BE CONTINUED
Chandler followed Monica downstairs to Phoebe's cab, which was parked outside. They'd stopped by so Chandler could say bye to the kids. Monica, Phoebe and Ross were taking them upstate for the week. It had been two weeks since the day Chandler and Monica had kissed.
"So take care of yourself, Chandler," Monica said and she hugged him, "don't get yourself into anything that you can't get yourself out of."
Chandler smiled as he hugged her back, "If I do, I can still call Rachel."
Monica turned back to the car and she glanced across the street. "Chandler, look." She said as she pointed to a couple kissing in front of Central Perk.
"Oh good, I'm glad getting over me worked so well for Nancy, after all it's been two weeks and she's kissing some other guy." Chandler said.
"Actually, maybe you were hard to get over, I think that's a woman." Monica said and smiled.
"See, now you're trying to make me feel better." Chandler laughed. "Have fun."
"Bye Daddy!" Cameron called from the backseat.
"Bye Sweetie!" Chandler said waving.
"I'll take care of Mom, Dad." Trent said as he buckled up his seat belt.
Then they drove away.
Chandler was sitting in Central Perk with Joey, who was engrossed in a book about acting. Chandler leaned back and thought earlier when his friends and his kids had left. He smiled and started to remember memories of his kids, maybe it was because already he missed them so much.
Chandler had entered the hospital room carrying his brand new daughter; Monica looked at them and smiled.
"This is your new mother," Chandler told the unnamed baby.
"Hey, I've been her mother for nine months," Monica told him.
"We need a name for her," Chandler pointed out.
Monica took the baby and took Chandler's hand, which made Chandler tense at first, but then relax. "She looks like a Lindsey, or a Maggie, or a Jane."
"As nice as those names are, they suck." Chandler said sitting next to the bed.
"Well you come up with one then, I'd like to point out that I named our son Trent." Monica said.
"How about," Chandler said searching the room, he spotted a magazine with Cameron Diaz on the cover sitting by the bed. "Cameron?"
"Cameron, I like it." Monica stroked Cameron's head. "Where did you come up with that?"
"Uh, it's just a name I once heard." Chandler lied with a smile.
"Maybe you should name all our kids," Monica joked.
"All our kids?" Chandler looked into her eyes.
"Well, I mean, if we ever end up sleeping together and producing more children." Monica scratched her forehead.
Trent came running in with Rachel, "Mommy, Daddy!"
"Hey Trent," Monica said, "Meet Cameron. Your sister."
"She smells." Trent said scrunching up his nose.
"Then she'll fit right in with you," Chandler said tickling his son. Trent erupted in laughter.
Chandler smiled as he remembered a happy moment in his life. His kids were everything to him. He thought back to a moment not so happy. It was of Trent's first day of preschool. Trent was four.
Chandler had stepped out of the car and seated himself on the bench across from the preschool doors. He was holding Cameron, who was fourteen months old. She was drooling and he was laughing. The preschool would end in ten minutes and Chandler was coming to pick him up. Monica walked up to him.
"Chandler?" Monica asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Picking up Trent." Chandler said.
Monica touched Cameron's head, "No, I'm picking him up today, you're picking him up tomorrow."
"No, because I have Cameron today and tomorrow."
"Yeah, and I have Trent."
"No, you don't." Their voices were raised.
"Do you really want to fight with me Chandler?"
"I don't know, it depends."
Monica folded her arms, "Chandler, I want to see my son tonight."
"You get to see him every night! I never get to spend anytime with both my kids together. You always get to see them." Chandler said sternly.
"Well, maybe I take better care of them!" The guilt showed on her face as soon as she said it.
"That's not fair, Monica."
"I know, I'm sorry I said that, Chandler. It's just hard having to split up our time with them."
Chandler lowered his voice; too, "We wouldn't have to if we were together."
"That's not an option."
"Why? Just because once you got scared? Just because once you left me?"
Monica's eyes were filling with tears. The door opened and instantly Trent came running over to them.
"Hi guys!" He said excitedly. "Hi sister!" He said to Cameron who giggled.
"Come on Trent, we're going home." Monica said.
"No Trent, tonight you're coming with me." Trent looked confused when Chandler said this.
"Get in the van, Trent." Monica said.
"No, get in the car, Trent." Chandler said.
Monica was about to say something but stopped, "No, you're father's right, Trent, go with him." Chandler was almost shocked.
Chandler touched Monica's arm, "Thank you." He started to turn towards the car. 'I love you, Mon." He said. "You know that?"
"I know; I do love you too." She said, he started to walk away with Trent and Cameron, when Monica said, "hey maybe we can work out a schedule that divides the time with the children in half, you know so its more fair."
Chandler smiled, nodded, and opened his car door.
Chandler picked up his coffee and smiled, he had never loved Monica more than the moment she let him be with his kids more. Besides giving birth to what would probably be his only children that was the best gift she'd ever given him.
"Do you think I could play Bond?" Joey asked Chandler.
"What?"
"You know James Bond."
"I have to go, Joe." Chandler said getting up.
"Where?" Joey complained. But Chandler had already left.
Chandler grabbed his bag and stepped off the bus, he walked up to a small hotel and looked at the sign. It was the right place. He walked into the doors and saw Phoebe getting off the elevator.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked when he ran up to her. "The kids are out with Ross."
"I need to see Monica." Chandler told her.
"She's upstairs in her room." Phoebe realised why Chandler had come, "It's room 135."
Moments later, Chandler knocked on the door. Monica answered it and smiled as soon as she saw him. "Hi Chandler."
TO BE CONTINUED