A/N - Okay, if you vaguely remember this from millions of years ago - yeah, exaggerating, but you know…  Anyway, here's the epilogue.  It's been written for ages - exaggerating again - but I never got around to putting it up.  It's been hectic - the good kind of hectic, but still hectic.  Nice to know I'm still making no sense and rambling like crazy in these things.  This is definitely not the greatest thing I've ever written, but I think it's time to wrap this up.  I'm thinking I may put up a second chapter to "I Miss My Friend," if any of you read the first chapter and might like to peek at the second one.  For now, though, I hope you enjoy this one and please let me know what you think.

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There You Are

Epilogue

 "Chandler's my daddy now, right, Mommy?" Emily smiled happily.

"Yeah, Chandler's your daddy now," Monica smiled, looking over at her husband.

"So I can call him daddy, just like the other kids call their daddies?"

"I'd love it if you would," Chandler smiled at her and kissed the little girl's forehead.

"Okay, Daddy," Emily exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

"Well, it's official," Monica grinned, looking at her new husband and her little girl - their little girl, now that Chandler had officially adopted her.  "She's yours and you're mine…"

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"Mom, I have wonderful news," Emily grinned when she entered her parents' house and found her mother sitting in the living room.

"Oh, really?" Monica smiled.  "What's the wonderful news?"


"Brian asked me to marry him," she answered, holding up her left hand so her mother could see her engagement ring.

"Congratulations!" Monica exclaimed, pulling her daughter into a hug.  "I'm so happy for you, honey."

"Thank you," Emily grinned.  "Where's Dad?"

"In the den.  Come on.  I wanna see his face when he finds out his little girl is getting married," Monica laughed and took Emily's hand to lead her toward the den.

"Hey, you," Monica smiled at her husband.  "I brought a visitor."

Chandler looked up from his computer and smiled when he saw Monica and Emily enter the room.  "My two favorite girls," he grinned.

"Daddy, I have something to tell you," Emily began, taking the seat by Chandler's desk.

"Judging by the look on your face, I'm guessing this is good news."

"Well, yeah...  Brian asked me to marry him."

"Really?" Chandler asked.  She nodded.  "But you said no, right?" he teased.  "You told him that you've been forbidden to ever grow up by your dad, right?"

"Oh, come on, Dad," Emily laughed.  "You're happy for me, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, sweetheart," he assured her as he pulled her into a hug, looking up at Monica who was smiling at the two of them.  "You realize we're losing our baby, don't you, Mon?" he smiled back at her.

"Yeah, I know," she said quietly.  "But look at it this way.  Once she's married, she can start having our grandchildren."

"Grandchildren?  I'm too young to have grandchildren," he replied as he and Emily pulled apart.  "You're not getting married because you're having our grandchildren, are you?"

"Daddy!" Emily exclaimed.  "I'm not getting married because I'm pregnant."

"I know, I know," he smiled at her.  "Congratulations, Em."

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"Okay.  Lauren's my maid of honor," Emily began, trying to go over the details of her wedding with her parents a few months later.

"Oh, that's so great," Monica smiled.  "Rachel was my maid of honor, and now Rachel's daughter - and Ross' - gets to be my daughter's maid of honor."

"Yeah...  Julia and Becky are my bridesmaids," she continued.  "Brian's brother is his best man, and he asked Jake and Danny to be his groomsmen."

"He asked your brothers?  Oh, that's so sweet," Monica said, looking over at Chandler.  He looked a little distant.

"It is, isn't it?" Emily smiled at her mother.

"I'll be right back," Chandler said before standing and walking toward the kitchen.

"Is he okay?" Emily asked worriedly.  "He seems out of it today."

"Oh, he's fine," Monica assured her.  "He just...  He was wondering...  Oh, I shouldn't tell you."

"Mom, you can't start to tell me something and then not tell me."

"Yes I can.  I just did."

"Mom, please.  I'm worried about him."

Monica sighed.  "Honey, he just wants to know if you're going to ask Joey to give you away."

"Joey?  No, I'm not asking Joey."  Emily's parents had told her about her biological father years ago.  But, even though she knew that Joey was her father, it was Chandler that she called Dad.  Joey was just...  Well, Uncle Joey.  "I want my dad to give me away.  He doesn't know that?"

"He was hoping that you wanted him to do it, but he didn't want you to feel like you had to let him do it."

"Of course I want him to do it.  I can't believe he didn't know that."

"Well, sweetie, you'd better tell him.  He'll feel a lot better about it if you just talk to him."

"I will," she said, just as Chandler reentered the room.  "Hey, Dad.  You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he smiled at her.  "Just needed some water."


"Okay...  Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Absolutely, Em," he answered.

"I'll be back in a minute," Monica said before standing to leave.  "You kids behave," she called behind her as she left the room.

"What is it, honey?" Chandler asked curiously.

"When Brian and I get married...  You'll give me away, won't you?"

"I, um...  I thought you might want Joey to do that," he answered, looking down at his hands.

"Why would I want Joey to do it?"

"Well, he's your father, Em.  I just thought you'd ask him."

"Well, I'm asking you, Dad.  You're the one who tucked me in every night.  You're the one who took me to the father-daughter dances in elementary school.  You're the one who taught me how to drive.  You're my dad.  And you're the one that I want to give me away on my wedding day."

"Really?" he asked.  She nodded.  "And you're not just asking because your mother told you about this?"

"What are you talking about?" Emily asked, pretending that her mother hadn't just told her everything.

"Em, I know your mom better than anyone, and I know that she can't keep stuff like that to herself for long."

"Hey!  I heard that!" Monica yelled, revealing her location on the other side of the kitchen door to the others.

"You can come in here now," Chandler laughed.

Monica slowly walked back into the living room and joined Chandler on the couch.  "Sorry," she said quietly.  "But you were so upset about it; I had to talk to Emily."

"I can't believe that you thought I'd ask Joey over you.  I love Joey and everything, but he's not my daddy."

Chandler smiled and leaned over to hug his daughter.  "You're 25 now, and I still love to hear you call me daddy," he said quietly.

"You'll always be my daddy," Emily assured him and kissed his cheek gently.  "I've got to meet Brian for dinner with his parents...  I love you two."

"We love you, too," Monica smiled when Emily leaned over to hug her.  "Tell Brian we said hi."

"I will.  Bye," she said before heading out the front door.

"I can't believe you told her," Chandler said, looking over at his wife.  "Well, I believe you told her, I just can't believe you told her."

"Yeah, you're making no sense," Monica grinned.  "Honey, she loves you.  You know that.  What I can't believe is that you thought she wouldn't want you to walk her down the aisle."

"But it's been so complicated, Mon.  With Joey always around...  I just...  I don't know."

"Chandler, it's been the easiest thing in the world.  It hasn't been complicated at all.  She's always loved you as if you had always been her dad.  And I couldn't imagine things any other way."

"Yeah, but all these years with her real dad around haven't been easy.  I can tell that Joey regrets giving her up.  And, honestly, I don't blame him."

"Honey, it was something that happened a long, long time ago, and everything's worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.  Joey gave her up.  Emily's yours in every way that matters.  And I can't understand why you still feel this way after twenty years."

"I know.  It's stupid.  Guess I should just be happy, huh?" he smiled slightly.

"Of course you should.  You're with me, aren't you?" Monica grinned.

"Yeah…  For now.  I'm gonna have to come up with someone for my next twenty years pretty soon," he teased.

"Trying to trade me in for a younger model, Bing?"

"Oh, probably not.  It's too much trouble.  Besides, why should I mess with such a good thing?" he smiled before placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

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"I can't believe my baby's getting married," Monica cried as she gazed at her daughter in her wedding gown.

"I know!" Emily exclaimed through tears, sounding remarkably like her mother.  "I'm so happy!"

"I'm happy for you, sweetie," Monica smiled.  "Here.  Let me fix your veil," she offered, reaching over to adjust her daughter's hair, then her veil.

Knock!  Knock!

"It's Dad.  Can I come in?" Chandler called through the door.

"Yeah, come in," Emily called.

Chandler slowly pushed the door opened and smiled brightly when he saw her standing there in her wedding gown.  "Now it's official.  Our baby's grown up," he smiled as he walked over to his wife and daughter.  He leaned over and kissed Monica, then Emily's cheek.  "You look almost as beautiful as your mom looked on our wedding day," he grinned at her, then at Monica.  "Are you ready?" he asked.

"I think so," Emily said quietly.

"I'm gonna step out and make sure everything's ready, sweetie," Monica said before kissing her daughter's cheek.  "I'll be back soon," she continued before leaving the room.  She knew that Emily and Chandler needed to have a few minutes alone before the ceremony.

"Daddy, I'm so nervous," Emily admitted.

"That's normal, Em.  You love him, right?"

"Yeah.  I really do," she smiled.

"Then you'll be fine.  You know how much I love your mom, but I was scared to death on our wedding day.  And, even though she'd never admit it, so was your mom."

"Really?"

"Absolutely.  It's a big day.  Everybody gets a little nervous.  You'll be fine, sweetheart.  And I'll be right there with you - until I have to hand you over to another man," he teased.

"I love you, Daddy," Emily said sincerely as she pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, too, Em…  And make sure that you remember that no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you.  Anything you need, you can come to me, okay?"

"I know," she said quietly.  "That's one of the reasons I love you so much."

Chandler just smiled at her and kissed her cheek one more time.  "I should let you finish getting ready.  I'll be waiting for you, okay?"

"Okay," she answered.

Chandler stepped out of Emily's dressing room and walked down the hall to find Monica.  He spotted her talking with the bridal party and pulled her away from the group.

"What are you doing?  I'm trying to make sure everything's ready."

"Everything's ready, I'm sure.  With you and Emily planning this thing, if anything went wrong I'd eat my hat."

"You don't have a hat," Monica teased.

"Oh, come on.  It's an expression.  Gimme a break."

"Okay," she laughed.  "I'll give you a break, but only because we're losing our little girl today."

"Can you believe that we were doing this twenty years ago?"

"I can't believe it's been that long," Monica sighed.  "But time does fly when you're having fun," she grinned.

"Okay, so now you're using the lame expressions."

"Hey, if you get one, so do I," Monica smiled.

"You know what?  As much as I hate to admit it, I think it's time to get started."

"Yeah, you're right.  You should go to Emily...  I love you."

"I love you, too," Chandler smiled and kissed her tenderly.  "I'll see you soon, honey."

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"I'm kind of afraid to go in there," Monica said nervously while she and Chandler stood outside the door of Emily's hospital room.

"It'll be fine, honey," Chandler tried to assure her.  "She's strong, just like you.  She's gonna do great."

"I hope so," she said before reaching out to open the door.  "Em?" she called, poking her head in the room.

"Come on in," Emily replied weakly.  "Hey," she said quietly, smiling at her parents as they neared her bed.

Monica took the chair by the bed and reached over to take her daughter's hand.  "Where's Brian?"

"He's calling his parents again.  They're supposed to be on the way here."

Chandler walked to the other side of the bed and took his daughter's other hand.  "How do you feel?" he asked.

"I've been better," she admitted.  "But the doctor says it's almost time…  I don't know how you did this three times, Mom."

"It's completely worth it, I promise," Monica smiled at her.  "You're doing great, honey.  That baby's gonna be here soon and you're gonna be happier than you ever thought you could be, regardless of how painful it is.  Trust me."

"You know, if you think you've got it tough, just think about poor Brian," Chandler teased.  "When your Mom had the boys, I thought she was gonna kill me before I got a chance to see them."

"Dad," Emily whined.  "I'm not that bad…  Oh no.  Contraction," she panted.  "This hurts."

"I know, sweetie," Monica soothed, brushing Emily's hair away from her face.  "Just breathe through it, Em.  You'll be fine."

Just as the contraction ended, Brian entered the room.  "Hi," he smiled at his in-laws.  Chandler moved over to allow Brian to stand by Emily.  "You okay, Em?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she replied.  "Dad was just telling me how tough this is for you," she grinned over at Chandler.  "Am I really that bad?"

"Tell her no, Brian.  Otherwise you'll never hear the end of it," Chandler advised.

"No, you're not bad at all.  You can yell at me and complain as much as you want.  You're having our baby."

"He's a good catch," Monica smiled at her daughter.  "That sounds exactly like what your dad told me when I was in labor."

"Yeah, he's a good one," Emily agreed.  She gasped suddenly and grabbed Brian's hand.  "Here we go again," she panted.

"We're gonna go, sweetheart," Monica said before she kissed Emily's forehead.  "Good luck, Em."

"Good luck, honey," Chandler said as he leaned over to kiss her cheek.  "We love you."

Monica and Chandler walked down the hallway and into the waiting room where Monica collapsed into the nearest chair.  "That is so hard," she sighed.  "I know exactly what she's feeling right now, and I hate to know that she's in so much pain."

"I know, Mon," Chandler said as he took the chair next to her.  "She's our baby.  Neither of us wants her to be in pain right now.  But you said it yourself, honey.  It'll be worth it."

"Yeah…  You're right," she smiled slightly.  "I can't believe that she's having our first grandchild."

"I know.  We're not old enough to have grandkids," he laughed lightly.

"Is it here yet?!  Is the baby here?!" Joey asked excitedly as he rushed into the waiting room.

"Not yet," Chandler answered.  "But it could be any time now."

"How's she doing?" Joey asked, looking at Monica.

"She's hangin' in there," Monica smiled slightly.  "She's gonna be fine, but I'm starting to think that I might not make it.  This is nerve-wracking."

"Tell me about it…  Do you realize that we're gonna be grandparents any time now?"

"Yeah…  Any time now…"

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"He's perfect," Monica said in awe as she cradled her grandson in her arms several hours later.  "He looks just like you when you were born," she cried, looking over at her daughter.

"He's a beautiful baby," Chandler said as he gazed at the baby in his wife's arms.  "Does he have a name yet?" he asked curiously, not looking up from his grandson.

"Well, yeah, actually," Emily answered, looking up at her husband.  "Can I tell them?"

"Yeah, I think they should know first," he smiled and leaned over to kiss her tenderly.

"Well, what is it?" Monica asked anxiously.

"Mom, Dad, say hello to Christopher Chandler Jenkins," she smiled.

Chandler looked up from the baby to his daughter.  "Christopher Chandler Jenkins?" he questioned.

"Uh huh," Emily assured him.  "I wanted him to have a name that means something.  And you're one of the most important people in my life, Dad.  I can't think of anyone I'd rather name my baby after."

"I…  I don't even know what to say," Chandler said quietly.  "I mean...  Wow."

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"There you are," Monica said a little later when she caught up with Chandler.  She found him standing outside the nursery window, looking at their grandson.

"Hey," he smiled at her, then turned back to look at the baby.  "He's a cute baby, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I think so.  He came from our cute baby, didn't he?"

"Yeah, you're right," Chandler laughed.  He turned to face her and kissed her tenderly.  "I love you."

"I love you, too," Monica whispered as she hugged him tightly.  "Has it been fun?" she asked.

"Has what been fun?" he asked curiously.

"You and me.  And Emily.  And the boys."

"Yeah, it has," he assured her.  "Better than I could have imagined."

"And it was worth it?"

"Yeah, it was worth it," he smiled.  "I can't think of anything I would have rather done for the last twenty years."

"Me neither…  And to think, it all started in that little coffeehouse years and years ago.  I look up, and there you are."

"Yeah…  And you didn't want anything to do with me at first - trying to run me off.  Hard to believe you didn't want this, huh?" he teased, holding out his arms to her.

She walked into his open arms and hugged him tightly.  "Thank goodness you changed my mind," she said quietly.

"Which is very hard to do," Chandler replied before kissing her tenderly.  They both turned to look back through the nursery window.  "Christopher Chandler.  You know, it feels pretty good to have someone named after me."

"I'd say so," Monica smiled.  "You should be honored."

"Oh, I am."

"Guess you know now how much she loves you, huh?"

"Oh, I always knew.  I guess I just needed reassurance."

"Well, I think you've got that," Monica smiled up at him.

"That and so much more," Chandler smiled before kissing his wife again.  "Come on.  Let's go and check on our little girl."

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A/N - Weak, I know, but it's the best I could come up with.  I planned on changing it, but it just never happened.  Anyway, please let me know what you thought.