The Past for Monica and Chandler:
Part Five of 'Twists of Fate and Bad Luck'
March 2006
Monica woke up to silence. The baby was asleep and not crying.
Monica smiled. He was two weeks old and Monica was getting used to another person besides her and Chandler being in their apartment at night. She rolled over to check if Chandler had woken up, too. He wasn't there. She frowned and pulled herself out of bed. She entered the baby's room to see Chandler fast asleep in the rocking chair with a small blanket pulled up against himself.
She glanced to the crib, where Taylor slept.
Chandler stirred and woke up, he smiled when he saw her in the doorway, "Hey," he quietly said.
She returned the smile and answered, "Hi."
"What time is it?" he asked, standing up.
He placed the blanket on the chair and walked over to her.
"I don't know, I don't care," she replied, taking his hand and leading him out of the room.
He let her lead him to the living room where they sat on the couch together.
She snuggled up to him, he rubbed her arm, he whispered, "Life is perfect. I don't want anything to change."
"Me neither," Monica told him, shutting her eyes, "Taylor will wake up soon, let's just stay here."
Chandler glanced at the table. Resting on top of it was a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. "What's that?"
Monica opened her eyes and looked, "Oh, it's a number for a guy who tracks down people, you know?"
"To track down Rachel and Joey," Chandler stated.
"Right," Monica said, uneasily. "For Ross."
Chandler nodded, "I think for now, it's a lost cause, Mon, they'll come back, give them time."
"It's been almost ten months," Monica argued, "without a single letter or phone call."
"We don't know that, maybe Ross has talked to them," Chandler told her.
Monica sighed and closed her eyes, "Maybe."
Chandler closed his eyes. The baby started crying. Monica groaned and got up. Chandler smiled followed her.
September 2007
It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Chandler sat in his desk staring at the ceiling. His secretary came through the phone, "Mr. Bing, your wife is here."
He frowned looking at his watch, "Send her in," Chandler leaned forward.
Monica came walking in, slowly, carrying Taylor, "Chandler, I feel sick." Her face was struck with worry.
Chandler quickly stood up and took Taylor from her, "What's wrong?"
Monica sat in his chair, behind his desk, "I don't know, I just feel really sick."
Chandler sat Taylor down in the chair next to his desk and put his hand on Monica's forehead, "You're really warm, Mon."
Monica shivered, "I feel so cold." Taylor watched his parents, puzzled.
Chandler kneeled in front of Monica, "Maybe we should go to the doctor's or something."
She nodded and started to stand up, she looked at Chandler with big eyes, then collapsed into his arms.
Chandler looked at her, realizing she had fainted. He sat her back down in the chair and picked up the phone. He urgently spoke to his secretary, "Joan, can you come in here, please? I need some help. Quick!"
Four hours later, Monica walked into her apartment, helped by Phoebe. Chandler had gone to the hospital with her, but Taylor was grouchy, so he took him home when Phoebe arrived.
"Hey, honey, are you alright?" Chandler asked, as soon as she entered. He was sitting on the couch, Taylor was asleep in his room.
Monica nodded and Phoebe smiled, "I'm going to go home."
Chandler glared at Phoebe, puzzled, as she hurried out, "What's with her grin?"
Monica smiled and sat at the table, "Sit down."
Chandler obeyed and hurried to the seat next to her, "What's going on?" He frowned, unhappy to be left out of the joke.
"Remember how I said we should wait a while before we had anymore children?" Monica took his hand, he nodded.
Chandler kept nodding, "What are you getting at?"
Monica grinned, "I'm pregnant, again, Chandler."
Chandler's eyes went big and he stood up, "Oh My God, that's so exciting."
She stood up, and he put his arms around her.
May 2009
Taylor screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mom!"
Monica entered his and Ellie's room, "What?"
"I hate Ellie!" Taylor yelled, jumping on his bed.
"No, you don't," Monica told him. Ellie sat on the floor next to Taylor's bed.
"Taywor!" Ellie shrieked.
"I hate her being in my room," Taylor yelled.
"It's her room, too," Monica said, picking up Ellie. She was angry, "Taylor, in a few months, we're moving to a real house, but for now, you'll have to deal with her, okay?"
Taylor kicked the wall and stormed out of the room. Chandler entered, seeing his unhappy family. "What's going on?"
Taylor ran to his dad and threw his arms around Chandler's leg, "Dad, Mommy's mean!"
Monica threw her arms up in protest, "Chandler, Taylor hates sharing a room with Ellie."
Chandler kneeled down and hugged his son, "It's okay, we'll figure something out."
Monica walked up to Chandler, "You can't just walk in everyday after work and be the 'good guy'."
Chandler stood up and folded his arms, "I'm just trying to make everyone happy."
Monica handed Ellie to him and yelled, "I'm so mad at you right now!"
"Mon, listen," Chandler tried to say.
"Forget it, they are your children, too," Monica stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door. Ellie burst into tears. Chandler looked at Ellie and Taylor, "Mom will be home soon, I hope."
An hour later, Monica entered the apartment, there was no one home. She frowned, still slightly angry and called out, "Hello?" Nothing.
She walked over to the answering machine and pressed the button, a familiar voice came through. "Monica, it's Rachel. I'm just calling to see how everyone is. You probably don't want to talk to me, but I'll call back in a bit. I heard the message and I'm guessing Ellie and Taylor are your kids. Congratulations."
Monica stared at the answering machine, dumbfounded. The phone rang and she jumped. She answered it, "Hello?"
Rachel's voice came through the phone, "Monica?"
Monica gasped and fought back a tear, "Oh My God, Rachel, are you okay?"
Rachel sighed in relief, "You're not mad."
Monica sat on the couch, "Rachel, no, I've been so worried."
"You and Chandler have kids?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, a boy and a girl," Monica said, nervously playing with her hair. "What made you call?"
"Well," Rachel's voice was full of tears, "I need help and I don't have any good girl friends around here."
Monica stayed shocked, "Okay. What do you need?"
"Umm, I've been dating this guy for like two years now, and he's a pretty good friend, he lives with us, I just kicked him out because he tried to give Janie beer," Rachel told her.
Monica giggled, "Sounds charming. How is Janie?"
"She's great," Rachel told her then continued, "So, I kicked him out, like a week ago, then I found out I'm pregnant."
Monica smiled, "Do you love him?"
Rachel sounded sheepish, "Yeah. I think so."
Monica was happy talking to Rachel, "Then get him back there. Tell him you love him and you need him there. Then tell him that you're pregnant."
Rachel sounded happy again, "Thanks."
"How's Joey?" Monica asked.
Rachel quickly said, "He's fine, I haven't seen him a few days. Look, Mon, I'm sorry, but I've got to go." The phone line clicked and she was gone. Monica stood up, still clutching the portable phone, and Chandler entered the apartment followed by Taylor. He was pushing Ellie in a stroller.
"Oh, Mon, thank God, we've been looking for you," Chandler said, rushing over to her, "Look we can work it out, right?"
Monica nodded, fighting back tears, "Of course." She kissed his cheek.
"I'm hungry," Taylor told them.
"Who were you talking to?" Chandler asked, noticing the phone in her hand.
"Oh, it was just one of those survey thingy's," Monica lied.
January 2012
The Bings were watching a movie. Ellie leaned against Monica, they were sitting on the couch. Taylor sat on the floor and Chandler sat in the chair. When it ended Chandler picked up the remote and turned the television off.
Ellie snuggled closer to her mom, "Mommy when the new baby comes where is it going to sleep?"
Monica touched her stomach, she was nine months pregnant. They hadn't planned to have another child. When Monica told Chandler he had been more than happy. She had been worried about having another child, but he put her worries to rest. "Well, that's why Daddy put a down payment on that cute little house we went and saw. We'll move in as soon as it's born."
Taylor stood up and jumped on the couch with his mom and sister, "I hope it's a boy because girl's smell."
Ellie folded her arms and pouted, "We do not. We're pretty."
Chandler laughed, "Kids, calm down. It'll be a perfect child, no matter what gender it is."
Monica smiled at him lovingly and stood up, "Mommy has to pee," she told her children.
"Mom!" Taylor groaned, "Don't tell us that! That's gross."
Monica started to walk to the bathroom when she turned around and faced her family, her face looked shocked, "Oh no."
Chandler jumped up, "What?"
Monica put her hand on her stomach, "Baby, coming, really, really soon."
"Now?" Chandler asked, "It's 8:30 at night. I've got to work in the morning."
Monica let out a groan, "That's not funny."
Chandler smiled and turned to the kids, "Kids, get your coats, we're going to the hospital."
They obeyed and ran into their room.
Monica frowned and looked at Chandler, "Something's not right."
Chandler walked to her and put his arm around her, "What do you mean?" She shrugged. He smiled, "Don't worry, everything is fine."
Phoebe and Ross had come and taken Ellie and Taylor home to bed. It was 4:30 in the morning and Chandler sat in the waiting area, clutching his hands together, tapping his foot. He was worried, about the baby, about Monica. They hadn't told him much, just that there were complications and that they had to transfer her to some special ward. A doctor came up to Chandler, frowning.
"Monica is resting. She is fine," The doctor told Chandler, who jumped up.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Chandler nervously asked, he rambled on, "We always wait to find out, because we think it's better this way, otherwise, it's like reading the end of a book before you even start the first page. When Ellie was born, we were sure it was going to be girl."
The doctor interrupted Chandler, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bing. The birth of your son was very complicated."
"Son," Chandler repeated.
"There was nothing we could do," the doctor told Chandler.
Chandler hadn't cried. And neither had the baby.
Later on, Chandler sat next to Monica's bed. His face was white with shock. He had wanted so bad to be holding on to a healthy son at that moment. He wasn't.
Monica stirred and woke up, she turned to Chandler and smiled, "Where's the baby?" she asked.
Chandler leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, he slowly said, "Mon, the baby died."
She glared at him, astonished, "No, the baby is fine."
Chandler shook his head and a tear streamed down his face, "Monica, I'm sorry."
Monica started shaking as she sat up. She looked back to Chandler and sunk in. She started to cry silently and crumpled against her husband. With tears flowing down her face, she screamed, "Why?"
Chandler cried harder, "Monica, I don't know."
She burst into sobs, "That's not fair!"
He wrapped his arms around her tighter, "We'll get through this and come out of it stronger."
May 2012
Monica was standing across from Chandler yelling, "You need to pick up your socks from the floor!"
They were standing in their room, Chandler yelled back, "Monica, I usually do, I just forgot, okay?" The kids were at school.
"No, you are such a mess and you never help out around here!" Monica screamed, she picked up a magazine and threw it at him.
He ducked and it hit the wall, "Monica, calm down!"
Monica folded her arms, "Chandler, we have to stop fighting all the time!"
"You always start it," Chandler told her, angrily, "You get mad at me for everything. For dropping a dish, for forgetting to pick up soap, for being 3 minutes late!"
"If you would actually do something nice one in a while, I wouldn't be so angry," Monica told him.
Chandler grabbed her arm, he lowered his voice, "Monica, you can't blame me for the baby dying, can you? It wasn't my fault."
She lowered her voice and angrily stated, "And you can't make me feel cherished once in a while, can you?"
He released his grip and opened the closet, he pulled out a bag. Without saying anything he walked to the drawers and starting pulling out his clothes.
Monica's voice was shaky, "Please, Chandler, don't."
Chandler zipped up the bag and grabbed a jacket from the chair next to the bed, "I'm moving out, Mon."
Monica started to cry, "Chandler, we've been together for fourteen years, we can work this out."
Chandler frowned, "We can't, it's over."
Monica huffed and pulled her wedding ring off her finger and walked to the window, "How's this for over?" She threw her wedding ring out the window and looked down, watching it disappear to the ground. When she turned around, Chandler was gone.
It was five hours later, Chandler had come back. Now he sat on the step in the hallway, Ellie sat next to him. He had a suitcase with him. She played with her Velcro shoes. "So, where are you going?"
Chandler sighed, "I'm just going to move a few blocks away."
"Why?" Ellie asked, not looking at him, but focusing on her shoe.
"Because Mommy and I are not happy with each other right now," Chandler tried to explain. He watched as the Velcro fastened and unfastened, making the same noise over and over.
"Is this because the baby didn't come home?" Ellie asked, now playing with her frilly socks.
"No," Chandler lied.
Monica opened the door, her face was still red from crying, "Chandler, please, this doesn't have to happen."
Chandler nodded, "Yes, it does."
Ellie looked up at her mother and back at her father, she folded her arms, "I don't like this."
Taylor appeared in the doorway, next to Monica. He angrily stated, "I hate this! This is unfair! I hate you!" He was screaming.
Ellie stood up, "Do you hate me?"
"I hate all of you," he turned around and stormed in the apartment. Ellie burst into tears. Monica picked her up and hugged her. Chandler kissed Ellie and walked away.
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Part Five of 'Twists of Fate and Bad Luck'
March 2006
Monica woke up to silence. The baby was asleep and not crying.
Monica smiled. He was two weeks old and Monica was getting used to another person besides her and Chandler being in their apartment at night. She rolled over to check if Chandler had woken up, too. He wasn't there. She frowned and pulled herself out of bed. She entered the baby's room to see Chandler fast asleep in the rocking chair with a small blanket pulled up against himself.
She glanced to the crib, where Taylor slept.
Chandler stirred and woke up, he smiled when he saw her in the doorway, "Hey," he quietly said.
She returned the smile and answered, "Hi."
"What time is it?" he asked, standing up.
He placed the blanket on the chair and walked over to her.
"I don't know, I don't care," she replied, taking his hand and leading him out of the room.
He let her lead him to the living room where they sat on the couch together.
She snuggled up to him, he rubbed her arm, he whispered, "Life is perfect. I don't want anything to change."
"Me neither," Monica told him, shutting her eyes, "Taylor will wake up soon, let's just stay here."
Chandler glanced at the table. Resting on top of it was a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. "What's that?"
Monica opened her eyes and looked, "Oh, it's a number for a guy who tracks down people, you know?"
"To track down Rachel and Joey," Chandler stated.
"Right," Monica said, uneasily. "For Ross."
Chandler nodded, "I think for now, it's a lost cause, Mon, they'll come back, give them time."
"It's been almost ten months," Monica argued, "without a single letter or phone call."
"We don't know that, maybe Ross has talked to them," Chandler told her.
Monica sighed and closed her eyes, "Maybe."
Chandler closed his eyes. The baby started crying. Monica groaned and got up. Chandler smiled followed her.
September 2007
It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Chandler sat in his desk staring at the ceiling. His secretary came through the phone, "Mr. Bing, your wife is here."
He frowned looking at his watch, "Send her in," Chandler leaned forward.
Monica came walking in, slowly, carrying Taylor, "Chandler, I feel sick." Her face was struck with worry.
Chandler quickly stood up and took Taylor from her, "What's wrong?"
Monica sat in his chair, behind his desk, "I don't know, I just feel really sick."
Chandler sat Taylor down in the chair next to his desk and put his hand on Monica's forehead, "You're really warm, Mon."
Monica shivered, "I feel so cold." Taylor watched his parents, puzzled.
Chandler kneeled in front of Monica, "Maybe we should go to the doctor's or something."
She nodded and started to stand up, she looked at Chandler with big eyes, then collapsed into his arms.
Chandler looked at her, realizing she had fainted. He sat her back down in the chair and picked up the phone. He urgently spoke to his secretary, "Joan, can you come in here, please? I need some help. Quick!"
Four hours later, Monica walked into her apartment, helped by Phoebe. Chandler had gone to the hospital with her, but Taylor was grouchy, so he took him home when Phoebe arrived.
"Hey, honey, are you alright?" Chandler asked, as soon as she entered. He was sitting on the couch, Taylor was asleep in his room.
Monica nodded and Phoebe smiled, "I'm going to go home."
Chandler glared at Phoebe, puzzled, as she hurried out, "What's with her grin?"
Monica smiled and sat at the table, "Sit down."
Chandler obeyed and hurried to the seat next to her, "What's going on?" He frowned, unhappy to be left out of the joke.
"Remember how I said we should wait a while before we had anymore children?" Monica took his hand, he nodded.
Chandler kept nodding, "What are you getting at?"
Monica grinned, "I'm pregnant, again, Chandler."
Chandler's eyes went big and he stood up, "Oh My God, that's so exciting."
She stood up, and he put his arms around her.
May 2009
Taylor screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mom!"
Monica entered his and Ellie's room, "What?"
"I hate Ellie!" Taylor yelled, jumping on his bed.
"No, you don't," Monica told him. Ellie sat on the floor next to Taylor's bed.
"Taywor!" Ellie shrieked.
"I hate her being in my room," Taylor yelled.
"It's her room, too," Monica said, picking up Ellie. She was angry, "Taylor, in a few months, we're moving to a real house, but for now, you'll have to deal with her, okay?"
Taylor kicked the wall and stormed out of the room. Chandler entered, seeing his unhappy family. "What's going on?"
Taylor ran to his dad and threw his arms around Chandler's leg, "Dad, Mommy's mean!"
Monica threw her arms up in protest, "Chandler, Taylor hates sharing a room with Ellie."
Chandler kneeled down and hugged his son, "It's okay, we'll figure something out."
Monica walked up to Chandler, "You can't just walk in everyday after work and be the 'good guy'."
Chandler stood up and folded his arms, "I'm just trying to make everyone happy."
Monica handed Ellie to him and yelled, "I'm so mad at you right now!"
"Mon, listen," Chandler tried to say.
"Forget it, they are your children, too," Monica stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door. Ellie burst into tears. Chandler looked at Ellie and Taylor, "Mom will be home soon, I hope."
An hour later, Monica entered the apartment, there was no one home. She frowned, still slightly angry and called out, "Hello?" Nothing.
She walked over to the answering machine and pressed the button, a familiar voice came through. "Monica, it's Rachel. I'm just calling to see how everyone is. You probably don't want to talk to me, but I'll call back in a bit. I heard the message and I'm guessing Ellie and Taylor are your kids. Congratulations."
Monica stared at the answering machine, dumbfounded. The phone rang and she jumped. She answered it, "Hello?"
Rachel's voice came through the phone, "Monica?"
Monica gasped and fought back a tear, "Oh My God, Rachel, are you okay?"
Rachel sighed in relief, "You're not mad."
Monica sat on the couch, "Rachel, no, I've been so worried."
"You and Chandler have kids?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, a boy and a girl," Monica said, nervously playing with her hair. "What made you call?"
"Well," Rachel's voice was full of tears, "I need help and I don't have any good girl friends around here."
Monica stayed shocked, "Okay. What do you need?"
"Umm, I've been dating this guy for like two years now, and he's a pretty good friend, he lives with us, I just kicked him out because he tried to give Janie beer," Rachel told her.
Monica giggled, "Sounds charming. How is Janie?"
"She's great," Rachel told her then continued, "So, I kicked him out, like a week ago, then I found out I'm pregnant."
Monica smiled, "Do you love him?"
Rachel sounded sheepish, "Yeah. I think so."
Monica was happy talking to Rachel, "Then get him back there. Tell him you love him and you need him there. Then tell him that you're pregnant."
Rachel sounded happy again, "Thanks."
"How's Joey?" Monica asked.
Rachel quickly said, "He's fine, I haven't seen him a few days. Look, Mon, I'm sorry, but I've got to go." The phone line clicked and she was gone. Monica stood up, still clutching the portable phone, and Chandler entered the apartment followed by Taylor. He was pushing Ellie in a stroller.
"Oh, Mon, thank God, we've been looking for you," Chandler said, rushing over to her, "Look we can work it out, right?"
Monica nodded, fighting back tears, "Of course." She kissed his cheek.
"I'm hungry," Taylor told them.
"Who were you talking to?" Chandler asked, noticing the phone in her hand.
"Oh, it was just one of those survey thingy's," Monica lied.
January 2012
The Bings were watching a movie. Ellie leaned against Monica, they were sitting on the couch. Taylor sat on the floor and Chandler sat in the chair. When it ended Chandler picked up the remote and turned the television off.
Ellie snuggled closer to her mom, "Mommy when the new baby comes where is it going to sleep?"
Monica touched her stomach, she was nine months pregnant. They hadn't planned to have another child. When Monica told Chandler he had been more than happy. She had been worried about having another child, but he put her worries to rest. "Well, that's why Daddy put a down payment on that cute little house we went and saw. We'll move in as soon as it's born."
Taylor stood up and jumped on the couch with his mom and sister, "I hope it's a boy because girl's smell."
Ellie folded her arms and pouted, "We do not. We're pretty."
Chandler laughed, "Kids, calm down. It'll be a perfect child, no matter what gender it is."
Monica smiled at him lovingly and stood up, "Mommy has to pee," she told her children.
"Mom!" Taylor groaned, "Don't tell us that! That's gross."
Monica started to walk to the bathroom when she turned around and faced her family, her face looked shocked, "Oh no."
Chandler jumped up, "What?"
Monica put her hand on her stomach, "Baby, coming, really, really soon."
"Now?" Chandler asked, "It's 8:30 at night. I've got to work in the morning."
Monica let out a groan, "That's not funny."
Chandler smiled and turned to the kids, "Kids, get your coats, we're going to the hospital."
They obeyed and ran into their room.
Monica frowned and looked at Chandler, "Something's not right."
Chandler walked to her and put his arm around her, "What do you mean?" She shrugged. He smiled, "Don't worry, everything is fine."
Phoebe and Ross had come and taken Ellie and Taylor home to bed. It was 4:30 in the morning and Chandler sat in the waiting area, clutching his hands together, tapping his foot. He was worried, about the baby, about Monica. They hadn't told him much, just that there were complications and that they had to transfer her to some special ward. A doctor came up to Chandler, frowning.
"Monica is resting. She is fine," The doctor told Chandler, who jumped up.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Chandler nervously asked, he rambled on, "We always wait to find out, because we think it's better this way, otherwise, it's like reading the end of a book before you even start the first page. When Ellie was born, we were sure it was going to be girl."
The doctor interrupted Chandler, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bing. The birth of your son was very complicated."
"Son," Chandler repeated.
"There was nothing we could do," the doctor told Chandler.
Chandler hadn't cried. And neither had the baby.
Later on, Chandler sat next to Monica's bed. His face was white with shock. He had wanted so bad to be holding on to a healthy son at that moment. He wasn't.
Monica stirred and woke up, she turned to Chandler and smiled, "Where's the baby?" she asked.
Chandler leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, he slowly said, "Mon, the baby died."
She glared at him, astonished, "No, the baby is fine."
Chandler shook his head and a tear streamed down his face, "Monica, I'm sorry."
Monica started shaking as she sat up. She looked back to Chandler and sunk in. She started to cry silently and crumpled against her husband. With tears flowing down her face, she screamed, "Why?"
Chandler cried harder, "Monica, I don't know."
She burst into sobs, "That's not fair!"
He wrapped his arms around her tighter, "We'll get through this and come out of it stronger."
May 2012
Monica was standing across from Chandler yelling, "You need to pick up your socks from the floor!"
They were standing in their room, Chandler yelled back, "Monica, I usually do, I just forgot, okay?" The kids were at school.
"No, you are such a mess and you never help out around here!" Monica screamed, she picked up a magazine and threw it at him.
He ducked and it hit the wall, "Monica, calm down!"
Monica folded her arms, "Chandler, we have to stop fighting all the time!"
"You always start it," Chandler told her, angrily, "You get mad at me for everything. For dropping a dish, for forgetting to pick up soap, for being 3 minutes late!"
"If you would actually do something nice one in a while, I wouldn't be so angry," Monica told him.
Chandler grabbed her arm, he lowered his voice, "Monica, you can't blame me for the baby dying, can you? It wasn't my fault."
She lowered her voice and angrily stated, "And you can't make me feel cherished once in a while, can you?"
He released his grip and opened the closet, he pulled out a bag. Without saying anything he walked to the drawers and starting pulling out his clothes.
Monica's voice was shaky, "Please, Chandler, don't."
Chandler zipped up the bag and grabbed a jacket from the chair next to the bed, "I'm moving out, Mon."
Monica started to cry, "Chandler, we've been together for fourteen years, we can work this out."
Chandler frowned, "We can't, it's over."
Monica huffed and pulled her wedding ring off her finger and walked to the window, "How's this for over?" She threw her wedding ring out the window and looked down, watching it disappear to the ground. When she turned around, Chandler was gone.
It was five hours later, Chandler had come back. Now he sat on the step in the hallway, Ellie sat next to him. He had a suitcase with him. She played with her Velcro shoes. "So, where are you going?"
Chandler sighed, "I'm just going to move a few blocks away."
"Why?" Ellie asked, not looking at him, but focusing on her shoe.
"Because Mommy and I are not happy with each other right now," Chandler tried to explain. He watched as the Velcro fastened and unfastened, making the same noise over and over.
"Is this because the baby didn't come home?" Ellie asked, now playing with her frilly socks.
"No," Chandler lied.
Monica opened the door, her face was still red from crying, "Chandler, please, this doesn't have to happen."
Chandler nodded, "Yes, it does."
Ellie looked up at her mother and back at her father, she folded her arms, "I don't like this."
Taylor appeared in the doorway, next to Monica. He angrily stated, "I hate this! This is unfair! I hate you!" He was screaming.
Ellie stood up, "Do you hate me?"
"I hate all of you," he turned around and stormed in the apartment. Ellie burst into tears. Monica picked her up and hugged her. Chandler kissed Ellie and walked away.
Thanks for reading! The Next Part: Rachel and Joey's Past.