~* Thanks for reviewing again, and please do it again! I picked out my prom dress, it's so fluffy and pretty, I love it! Okay, sorry, I had to share. And oh! My school caught on fire today, well, it sort of caught on fire, but anyway, we had no power so they sent us home, so we went out to breakfast! Yay! Such a great day. Hope that you all had a good day too. Here's the next part, enjoy!~*

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Monica woke up and realized that she was alone. It hit her just like that. Her and Joey were no more. They weren't dating, they weren't going to get married, they were broken up. And the thing that bothered her the most was that that it really didn't bother her. Oh, she was a little sad, as anyone is when a long standing relationship ends, but she could get out of bed and go on with life with no problem. Unlike when Chandler left, and her whole world shut down. No, she shook her head. We're not going to think about him. Not now. That was pretty hard considering he was coming over to pick Emily up in a few hours. Emily. She climbed out of bed and went into the former extra bedroom, now the nursery. Emily was still fast asleep in the big girl bed that Joey had just assembled a few weeks before. Monica sat down in the rocking chair across from the bed and watched her daughter sleep. Emily's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at her mother.

"Momma." She held out her arms and Monica happily obliged.

"Hi sweetheart," Monica said holding her close. "Ready for the day?" Emily nodded.

"Make pancakes and eggs?" Emily asked.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Okay, let's go." She took her into the kitchen and sat her down on the counter and turned around and grabbed the eggs. Emily helped her stir the batter and she smiled as Monica made the pancakes into shapes using cookie cutters. There was a knock on the door and she grabbed Emily and went to answer it.

"Hi," it was Chandler.

"Hi."

"Is it too early?"

"No, um, I was just making breakfast. Can you help me get her dressed while I finish?"

"Sure. Hi Ems."

"Daddy."

"Did she 'daddy'?" Chandler asked excitedly.

"I think that she did."

"Oh my God Emily!" Chandler said hugging her closely. Monica eyes welled up with tears and she turned away from the father-daughter scene back to her cooking. Chandler was off in his own world with Emily and took her into her bedroom to get her changed. Monica wiped away the evidence of tears with the back of her hand and flipped a star-shaped pancake. She took a deep breath.

"Breakfast's done," she called and Emily came running in.

"Can you keep an eye on her while I take a shower?" Monica asked.

"Sure." Chandler settled down next to Emily and began to cut her pancakes for her as Monica hurried to the shower where the tears would mix with falling water. She didn't know why exactly it had upset her so much, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling. So she didn't try. Maybe it was that now it was official, Chandler was a part of her and Emily's lives. Maybe she was afraid that Emily would put trust in him and he would disappear. Or maybe she was afraid that she would.

About two years before:

"She's so beautiful," Rachel breathed staring at the tiny little baby in Monica's arms.

"What are you going to name her?" Phoebe asked. That was right. It was her decision. No one else's. She had no one to suggest any other name or argue with whatever name she chose. And that made her sad.

"I was thinking, if it was okay with Ross and Rachel, that I would like to name her Emily." Emily. One of the few names that Chandler had joked fit with

Bing. She could still remember when they were in London.

"Maybe I should marry Emily," he had said. "Emily Bing isn't that bad. Where else am I going to find a wife whose name doesn't sound that bad." My name, Monica wanted to say, doesn't sound that bad. Monica Bing. He had been right. Emily Bing sounded nice, but she wouldn't be an Emily Bing, she would be an Emily Geller, but Monica couldn't admit that to herself.

"That would be okay," Ross said. "That would put a nice memory onto the name."

"Are you an Emily?" Joey asked holding the newborn. "I think it's a wonderful name, Mon."

"Thanks Joe," she smiled at him. They had been awfully close during her pregnancy. They claimed it was because he was jobless so he had time to spend, but everyone else could see something there. If only she wasn't so hung up on Chandler to see it.

"Emily it is then," Phoebe smiled. And hopefully, this Emily could repair relationships instead of wrecking them.

Present:

"So you broke up?" Rachel, the lover of gossip, leaned forward to get all the juicy details from Monica. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Does it have anything to do with Chandler?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because he's back."
"That means nothing," Monica argued.

"That means everything."

"Does not."

"Does too."

"Does not."

"Stop arguing with me like a five-year-old, it does so." Rachel took a bite of her salad. "Tell me honestly, do you still have a thing for him."

"It doesn't matter."

"Sure it does, why wouldn't it?"

"Because that train left the station a long time ago."

"Not that long ago." Monica shook her head vehemently.

"No, Rachel, it will neve rhappen."

"Because you won't let it?"

"Because we can't."

"Why not?"

"Please stop."

"Is Joey okay?" Rachel asked changing the subject at her best friend's request.

"As far as I know. I haven't called over there yet," Monica shrugged. "It didn't seem appropriate yet."

"Have you seen Chandler?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Have you?"

"Yes. He came over to pick up Emily." Rachel nodded knowingly. "What?"

"You're still in love with him."

"Oh, come on."

"I'm serious." Monica placed her cup of coffee on the table and pulled out some money.

"This conversation is over," she announced and got up and pulled on her coat.

"Monica, this conversation is no where near being over. You're still in love with him. I know it."

"You know nothing."

"Sure I do, I know that you are completely head over heels in love with the man still. You never stopped loving him." Rachel got her own coat on as well and walked with Monica to the door and out into the brisk winter air.

"I smell spring," Monica announced ignoring Rachel.

"You're starting to sound like Phoebe on top of trying to change the subject," Rachel told her laughing. Monica bit her lip. Rachel was right. She had never stopped loving Chandler, but that didn't mean she thought that it would be a good idea for them to get back together. He had hurt her once very badly. Worse than anyone ever had before, and she wasn't so sure that she wanted to jump back into that head first. No, she was going to be careful this time. For her sake and for Emily's.

"Well, Ems, what do you want to do now?"

"Go home."

"Go home? We can go home." He picked her up and made his way through the crowd at the children's museum. He stepped outside and hailed a cab and got them both inside. When they pulled up to Monica's apartment building, he saw Joey hurrying inside.

"Joey!" Emily squealed.

"Hi Emily!" Joey said picking up the little girl and giving her a hug and a kiss. "How are you today?"

"Good." She squirmed and Joey set her back down.

"Hi Chandler," he said acknowledging Chandler's presence.

"Hi Joe," he answered.

"So I guess you heard?" Joey asked.

"Heard what?"

"That Monica and I broke up. I thought that she would have told you." No, she wouldn't. They weren't exactly on conversation terms yet.

"No, she didn't." They broke up? That was great. Well, for Joey it sucked, but for him? It was fantastic.

"Well, we did."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No you're not," Joey told him honestly. "But I can understand. See the thing was that her heart was never mine, because she gave it away a long time ago to someone who never really gave it back." And with that he disappeared up the stairs and into his apartment. Chandler took Emily's hand and led her up the stairs to Monica's apartment and knocked on the door.

"Hi Emily!" Monica said running over and giving Emily a hug. She had already started dinner, and it was sitting out on the table.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Chandler said starting to leave. He had a lot to think about. They broke up? And what was this whole heart business thing?

"Chandler? Would you like to stay for dinner?" Monica offered. Dinner? He could do dinner. And maybe one dinner would change into two, and two could turn into....no, it was just a dinner. That was all.

"Sure. I mean if it's okay."

"I made a lot more than we'll eat, so please stay." She gestured to the table and he took his coat off and sat down in the chair. Monica got Emily situated in her chair before sitting down in her own. It was like, for a moment, that they were a family. He had to smile. Monica poured herself a glass of wine and smiled at him.

"See?" She said. "We can be civil."

"Sure," he said smiling. After dinner, they put Emily to bed together and then sat back down in the living room with their glasses of wine. Monica was on her third or fourth, she couldn't remember, and was starting to feel it's affects. As they talked about old times, carefully avoiding the subject of his infidelity and moving, they moved closer to one another, until finally their lips were mere millimeters apart, and before she knew what was happening, their lips met and they both knew that nothing would ever be the same.