Hi, I hope everyone is doing okay today. This is a warning, this is a very sappy fic. So don't tell me its cliche or sappy, because I KNOW!!!!!!!!! Got it? Anyway, for those of you who enjoy, like me, the sappy stuff, here's a nice little fluff piece. Please read it and review. Oh, and the names came from my neighbors (Michaela and Jonah) and my cousin (Elena). I couldn't think of other names. And the name of the title comes from the song by Wood. The next chapter will have the words in it if you want. I know some people don't like that.

Disclaimer: So, yeah, they aren't mine. And while I deal with that on my own, please have fun reading it.

Monica Bing parked her SUV in the driveway and hopped out. She found her husband feeding their seven month old, Michaela, her dinner. She giggled when she saw that most of the food had not ended up in Michaela's mouth, but rather all over Chandler. She kissed him hello and then kissed their three year old, Jonah, and their six year old Elena.

"Mommy? Can I play over Claire's tonight?" Elena asked.

"Sure," Monica said as she took of her coat.

"Here honey," Chandler said pulling out the chair for her. "Eat up." Monica saw that Jonah had hot dogs, because recently that was all that he would eat. She sighed as she sat down.

"Long day," she told her husband as he poured her a glass of wine.

"I can imagine," he said. They had bought a restaurant recently and she was in the middle of hiring staff and getting ready for the opening night. The phone rang and she grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Mon?" It was Rachel.

"What's up Rachel?"

"Can you watch Claire tonight for me?"

"I sure can," Monica said.

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver. Greg and I are going to work on our marriage."

"That's great! That's what you needed!" Monica told her best friend. Rachel had been having problems in her marriage recently and Monica didn't know what to do to help her. Sure her and Chandler had fights and he ended up sleeping on the couch at least once a month, but their marriage was strong and she never once feared that he might not come home. Rachel had confided that she was worried that one day he would leave for work and never come back. Claire, her daughter, was a little younger then Elena and they were best friends. Monica hung up with Rachel and told her husband and kids that Claire was coming over tonight.

"Goody!" Elena said. "I can't wait!" Monica laughed as she sipped her wine.

"Thanks again Monica," Rachel said.

"Don't worry about it," Monica told her again.

"Claire, sweetie? You be good," Rachel said. Claire nodded and kissed her mother on the cheek as Rachel ran back to her car and hopped in and drove home. She had quit her job at Greg's request and didn't know what she was going to do if they divorced. She didn't want to think about that. She got home and found her husband standing by the door with a suitcase.

"What's happening?" She asked.

"I'm leaving," he told her. She shook her head. This had to be some sort of twisted dream. "I wanted to do it when Claire was out of the house."

"No, Greg, we were going to work on our marriage. You can't leave! What will Claire and I do? We're going to work this out," Rachel said painfully aware of how needy she sounded. He shook his head.

"I can't make this work anymore," he told her. He picked the suitcase up and moved her gently out of the way as he walked out of the house. The door closed behind her as she slipped to the floor and sobbed.

"No," she whispered to herself. She stood up and found her wedding picture and threw it against the ground watching as the frame broke into a million pieces. She sobbed and felt her knees go weak as she fell onto the couch wetting the pillow with her tears.


"Monica?" It was Greg at their door.

"Greg?" Monica asked.

"Can I see Claire?" He asked.

"Why?" Monica asked.

"I need to say goodbye," he told her.

"You're leaving?" She knew that he wasn't just leaving for the weekend, he was going to be gone for good. Chandler came into the hallway.

"Hi Chandler."

"Hi Greg," Chandler said. He saw the pained expression on his wife's face as she felt sympathy for her friend. He didn't know what had made her upset, but he instinctively moved closer and wrapped his arm around her waist. Greg shifted from foot to foot watching the couple that Rachel had held up as her template. Maybe that was why they couldn't get it together and make it work. They both thought that it should be like the Bing's marriage, and Greg could suddenly see that what they had was special and beyond ordinary.

"I just wanted to see Claire," he said again. Monica finally nodded and called for Claire. Elena came bouncing in along with her.

"I don't want him taking her," Monica whispered to Chandler. "Watch him." She took Elena back into the living room, much to her daughter's protests. Chandler slipped into the living room where he could see Greg and Claire. Greg hugged the little girl and told her that he wouldn't see her for awhile. Monica hurried into the kitchen and dialed Rachel's number.

"Hello?" Her friend's voice seemed strained and Monica's heart ached for her.

"Rach?"

"Monica?"

"Are you okay?"

"How did you know?"

"Greg came by to say goodbye to Claire."

"He's not going to take her is he? Because I've heard of people doing that," Rachel said.

"Chandler's making sure that that doesn't happen," Monica assured her.

"Oh Monica," she wailed.

"Rach, I'll be there as soon as I can," Monica told her hanging up the phone and finding Chandler comforting a broken-hearted Claire. Monica's job was to comfort her broken hearted mother as well. She told Chandler where she was going and that she would be back as soon as she could and hurried out the door. The streets were covered with the fresh snow that was still coming down. It was a month before Christmas. How could he do this to her before Christmas? She shook her head as she turned out of their plan. She found Rachel's house and parked the car and ran to the door. She didn't even bother knocking, some habits die hard, she guessed. She found Rachel with a bottle of Vodka sitting in the dark living room. They had just put their tree up and Rachel had it plugged in. She was staring in front of her at the fireplace. Monica could see that Greg's stocking was currently in the fire and Rachel was watching it burn.

"Oh Honey," Monica said taking her into her arms.

"Actually Mon," Rachel said. "You aren't the best person for me to talk to." Monica was hurt. She back away from Rachel. "Its not what you think. You're my best friend, but right now I need to be with someone whose marriage is worse, not someone whose marriage is perfect, whose husband worships the ground that she walks on and whose life is not shattering before her eyes. You wouldn't understand. You haven't for awhile now. Everything in your life revolves around Chandler, the kids, or the restaurant. You don't really know what I've been going through." Monica wiped away the tears.

"Fine," she said. "I can take a hint."

"Monica," Rachel said. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know," Monica said putting on her coat.

"Monica! I'm sorry!" Rachel yelled after her best friend as she ran from the house to her car. Rachel heard the ignition start and the sound of the car driving away. "I'm sorry." She cried until she fell asleep.

"Oh sweetheart," Chandler whispered to Monica as she cried in his arms when she got home. "I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I know," Monica cried. "And I know that I don't understand what's she going through, but I'm trying to help and..." She sobbed into his shirt. Elena arrived at their bedroom door.

"Is Mommy okay?" She asked. Chandler was holding Monica in his arms and he looked up and smiled at his daughter.

"She's fine," he told her. "She's just a little upset."

"Is it for the same reason that Claire is upset?" Elena asked. Chandler nodded.

"Go back to bed sweetie," he told her. She nodded and walked over to her mother and put her hand on her face.

"Mommy? Its going to be okay," she told her. Monica looked up and pulled her daughter close to her.

"I know," she told her. She stroked Elena's dark curly hair and kissed the top of her head as Elena skipped away to bed.

"She becomes more and more like you everyday," Chandler said to his wife. Monica smiled and wiped away the last of her tears. Rachel was right, she didn't know. Because she had the perfect husband.

Rachel picked her daughter up the next day and hugged her friend.

"I'm sorry Monica," she told her. Monica nodded numbly.

"It's okay," she assured her friend. Rachel nodded and led her daughter to the car and they got in and drove home. Monica called Phoebe and told her what was happening. Phoebe and Joey had married and had a three year old named Charisma.

"I'm going to come over," Phoebe said.

"Okay," Monica agreed. "That's probably a good idea."

"I'm on my way over right now," she told her and they hung up. She sighed as Jonah came over and climbed onto her lap.

"Mommy? Why sad?"

"Grownup stuff," she told her son. He nodded.

"If grownup stuff makes you sad, then I don't want to grow up," he said seriously nodding his head. Monica looked at her son in surprise and laughed as she hugged him and heard the doorbell ring. She got up and answered it and found Phoebe and Charisma standing there.

"Jonah? Take Charisma up to the playroom and play please," Monica asked her son. He nodded and took the blonde child's hand and led her up the stairs. Monica and Phoebe sat in the kitchen to discuss what was happening when on the baby monitor they heard Michaela's cries.

"Hold that thought," Monica told Phoebe taking the stairs two at a time. She brought the baby back down with her and they talked it over. The doorbell rang and Rachel was standing there with Claire.

"Hey," she said. "Can you watch her for a little while?" Monica nodded and watched as her friend drove away only at the last minute noticing the suitcases piled high in the backseat.

That night, Claire handed Monica a note from her mother.

"Mommy said that when it got dark, that I should give this to you or Uncle Chandler," Claire told her. Monica nodded and looked at Chandler quizzically and opened the envelope up.

Dear Monica and Chandler,

I need to do some thinking and I need to do it away from home. It's not fair of me to pull Claire onto the road and make her live like a nomad, so I was wondering if you would take care of her until I get my act together. Thank you so much. Tell her that I love her and none of this is her fault. You have the key to our house to get her stuff. I know that you'll take good care of her, your such good parents. I think that she needs a stable life and right now I can't give that to her. I love you both and I'll be back.

Love Always,

Rachel

Monica shook as she finished reading the last part and turned to Chandler with confusion on her face.

"She's gone?" She asked. Chandler nodded and pulled Monica close to him. Claire looked up at both of them.

"When's Mommy coming?" She asked. Monica looked at Chandler and he looked at the little girl and didn't know what to say.

To be continued....

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