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"Here you go," Chandler said helping Monica into the apartment. Heidi was waiting with a large welcome home sign.

"Mommy!" She cried and ran to Monica stopping short and remembering what her aunts and uncles had said about her being sore.

"Hi Heidi," Monica grinned and held open her arms and allowing her daughter to hug her. She winced once but then just hugged Heidi to her tightly. Chandler helped her move down to her bedroom and get into bed.

"Daddy's not coming home," Heidi told her mother playing with a pillow on the bed.

"I know sweetie, are you okay?" Heidi shrugged. A girl who never sees her father doesn't really know how to miss him. The private jet carrying only Pete and his closest associate had gone down and the pilot and single flight attendant had miraculously had been found alive leaving the only casualties to be Pete and his partner. Monica had called his partner's wife and had offered her condolences.

"Fine." She hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Mary came in and smiled at Monica.

"Hello Mrs. Becker," she said softly.

"Hi Mary. Call me Monica," she said with a grin. Pete had been the one that insisted that Mary address her formally, Monica had hated that.

"Monica," Mary repeated grinning as well. "I'm glad you're okay. I better go check on Heidi." She turned to leave the room and turned around one last time. "By the way, I'm glad he got what was coming to him. If that's horrible and I end up burning in Hell forever, so be it. That doesn't change the way I feel." Chandler let out a laugh. He liked that girl. He liked her a lot.

"How are you feeling?" He asked gently pulling a chair up to the bed.

"I'm okay. It just feels...I don't know...weird to think that I don't have to worry about him, but it feels reassuring as well. I don't have to worry about him. I don't have to worry about him doing anything to Heidi, it's a strange feeling to have your husband be dead, and you not really be that upset by it. I mean, I loved him once, and I'll miss that Pete, but husband Pete. I don't miss at all." Chandler nodded and took her hand.

"Everything's okay now."

"I know."

"And hey look at the bright side, you don't ever have to worry about money." He was trying to cheer her up.

"That's a good point," she told him kissing his cheek. "I don't, do I?" He shook his head. Everything had gone to her and Heidi. He had appointed someone to take his place so she really didn't have anything to worry about. It was one of the few things he did for her. She sighed and Chandler leaned over and gave her a small kiss on her forehead.

"I'll go check on Heidi for you while you get some rest," he told her and then quietly left her bedroom leaving her alone.

"Hi Chandler, it's Monica. Call me on my phone when you get this message." Chandler smiled at the message and picked up the phone and dialed Monica's number. It had been three months since Pete had died and Monica had been in the hospital. Chandler had been respecting her wishes and wasn't pushing for a relationship even though the sparks were clearly there. He could feel them, and he knew that she could too. But she was taking some time to work on her and Heidi and he was okay with that. He would wait as long as she wanted him to.

"Mon?"

"Chandler! Hey!" She said into the phone.

"Where are you?"

"The toy store."

"The toy store?" It hit him. "It's Heidi's birthday Tuesday isn't it?"

"Yes. Can you believe she'll be four?"

"That's pretty hard to believe," he smiled. "What did you call for?"

"Oh, right. I was just thinking that you and I could get some dinner tonight. That is, if you're not doing anything," she waited for his response.

"Nope, I'm free. That sounds great."

"Great, I'll come and get you around seven?"

"Great," he repeated and smiled. This was the first time that she had invited him instead of the other way around. Maybe this was a sign of things to come. Maybe she was ready to move on.

"Oh! Mary! Look at this, do you think that she'd like it?" He heard Monica. "Oops, sorry Chandler, got to go. I'll see you tonight?"

"See you tonight," he confirmed as he heard the click of the phone. He smiled to himself and placed the phone back into the receiver. That night would be great.

"Hi," she said stepping out of the car. He took a sharp intake of breath. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a blue dress that matched her eyes almost perfectly.

"You look great, Mon," he told her kissing her cheek.

"Thanks, so do you," she smiled at him. They got into the car and leaned against the leather seats as they drove through the city.

"Where are we going for dinner?"

"You'll see," she smiled mischievously. They rode silently until they arrived on Coney Island.

"Coney Island?" He asked looking out the window.

"Yes sir."

"Don't you think we're a bit overdressed for Coney Island?"

"No." She giggled and shook her head. "I think we look perfect for Coney Island." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the car. She pulled off her shoes and ran onto the beach dragging him along. Her driver handed Chandler a blanket and a picnic basket and he followed behind her laughing. Chandler laid the blanket down and set the basket down.

"Monica?" He called to her. She turned from her position by the water and grinned at him.

"Don't you love the beach?"

"Sure," he told her and she laughed. Her laugh floated across the night air and he found himself savoring it. It had been so long since she had laughed like that. She came back over to him and sat down on the blanket.

"I made dinner," she told him and smiled as she pulled out the containers from the basket.

"Great." They began to dish out the food onto plates and talked about everything and nothing as they poured champagne into glasses and devoured the food. "You haven't lost your touch," he commented pointing to the chicken on his plate.

"Of course not." Monica took a sip of her champagne and looked at him. "There was a reason I brought you here instead of a restaurant."

"Not just because of lovely sand that gets in your food?" He responded sarcastically.

"Not just that," she laughed. "Restaurants are so impersonal, you know? I thought we could here."

"What would you like to talk about?" He asked.

"Us." He almost choked on his chicken.

"Really?" He squeaked out.

"Really. You've been great these past few months, I mean, letting me take my time and everything and I want to thank you for that and to tell you that maybe we can start dating. Slowly, of course, but officially dating." She bit her lip. "What do you think?" What did he think? He thought those were the most perfect words he had ever heard in his life. He thought that he could die right there and be perfectly happy. He thought he loved her.

"I think that's a great idea." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She deepened the kiss and laughed against his lips.

"What?" He asked.

"I just thought we'd never get here, you know?"

"I know. But we did."

"Yes. We did."

"Here we are."

"Here we are," she repeated and kissed him again.

Chandler blinked his eyes and glanced around his surroundings to determine where he was. It hit him. He was in Monica's bed in her apartment. She stirred and smiled at him.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey. Should I leave?"

"Heidi," she said remembering her daughter. She shook her head. "No. Stay. I want you to stay." Heidi rarely ever walked into her mother's bedroom without warning, a habit forced on her by her father. Monica was trying to break her of some of those habits by explaining, gently, that things were going to be different. Much different. Monica was even going to go back to work. Pete had long before bought her a restaurant that she had decided not to be too involved with when Heidi was born. She figured that Heidi was old enough to have her mother working, and she had Mary to help her. Things were going right for Monica, finally.

"I have to go to work," Chandler said looking at the clock.

"Don't."

"I'll be fired."

"So?"

"Just because you're worth billions doesn't mean I am," he grinned kissing her neck.

"Oh come one, we can be one of those spoiled wealthy couples that do nothing all day and complain how they have no time," she teased and reached out for him as he climbed out of the warm bed.

"I wish," he told her smiling. He leaned back over the bed. "I'll call you later?"

"Oh, if you have to go, I suppose so." She buried her head in the pillow and fell back asleep. She was awoken by an incessant tapping on her shoulder. She opened one eye.

"Mommy."

"Heidi-ho," she smiled and patted the bed next to her. "Jump up." Heidi scrambled into the bed and burrowed next to her mother.

"Breakfast is waiting," she reported.

"What is it?"

"Eggs."

"Eggs?"

"Yep."

"Okay then," Monica threw her legs over the side of the bed and climbed out and pulled a robe around her.

"Okay then," Heidi repeated and grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her out of the room and down the hall and down the staircase of the penthouse.

"Smells great," Monica breathed as she sat down and the maid brought it out to her. "Thanks Rosa." Heidi was making a mess with her eggs and Monica couldn't help but laugh.

"So Heidi, tomorrow is your big day."

"Yep."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the circus," Heidi said thoughtfully.

"Just me and you?"

"No."

"No?"

"And Chandler." Monica smiled at her daughter.

"Okay and Chandler," she said grinning.

"Can I have an elephant?" Heidi asked.

"A real one?" Chandler asked.

"No silly," Heidi giggled. "That one right there." She pointed with a chubby finger to the stuffed animals.

"Sure," Chandler said scooping her up and going to the stand to buy Heidi the elephant. "Anything else you would like?" Heidi thought about this.

"Nope."

"Monica?"

"Hmm?"

"Anything that you want?"

"A horse," she smiled pointing to the white horse.

"A white horse, huh?"

"That's what Prince Charming has," Heidi told her mother.

"Does he?" Chandler laughed. "Do you think that your mommy is waiting for her Prince Charming."

"Nope."

"No?"

"She has you," Heidi giggled and squeezed the elephant to her chest and handed her mother the horse. Monica's face became red and she looked away from Chandler's imploring gaze.

"Let's go sit down," she suggested and they found their private box and sat in the seats. Monica sighed as she rubbed Heidi's back as Heidi watched in amazement over the stunts being performed by the acrobats.

"Mon?" Chandler found himself asking.

"Yes?"

"Do you think that....you'd ever....I don't know....get married again?" She stared at him surprised. A million thoughts ran through her head. Was he serious? Was he asking what she thought he was asking? She wasn't ready for that, but still the words came clearly in her mind. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a man flew out of a cannon and interrupted her. Chandler waited expectantly for an answer and she took a deep breath and opened her mouth again.

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