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Part Eight
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Monica and Chandler's days passed slowly. After spending many hours just sitting in Tyler's hospital room, nothing changed. After three days, Tyler still hadn't woken up. Monica and Chandler weren't giving up hope, however. Chandler still talked to his son every day, reminding him how much he had to live for and how much he loved him. Despite everything, Tyler stayed in the coma.
"Chandler?" Monica asked as they were sitting next to Tyler's bed one day. Tyler's doctor had just left and for once, there wasn't a nurse in the room.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking up.
"What's the funniest, stupidest thing you've ever done as a dad?"
He looked at her strangely for a second. "Well, I guess.." he started, "Last Easter, I was trying to get the kids ready for church and I was ironing Tyler's dress shirt. I don't do a whole lot of ironing and I'm not very good at it. So.I was ironing and I accidentally stepped on the cord and pulled it down on my foot. And.I was barefoot," he said, smiling.
"Ouch!"
"Yeah, ouch," he laughed, "And not only did I ruin Tyler's dress shirt, I spent all of Easter in the emergency room."
Monica laughed and then poked him gently, "See, I got you to smile," she teased.
"Yeah, I guess you did," he said softly, "Since there's not much to smile about these days."
"Chandler, he's going to wake up. You just have to have a little faith," she begged.
He shook his head, "I'm not giving up hope.I just keep thinking.what did my little boy do to deserve this? What did he do to deserve having his mom leave? What did he do to deserve being hit by a car? What did he do to deserve being in a coma?"
"Chandler." Monica whispered, "Tyler didn't do anything. And neither did you. Life isn't fair, Chandler, it's just not."
"No kidding," Chandler said bitterly.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica said. She got up from her seat and Chandler enveloped her in his arms. They just held onto each other for a long time. When they broke apart, Chandler said softly.
"Thanks. I needed that," He kissed her gently. Monica smiled and settled herself on his lap.
They were silent for awhile until Chandler asked, "Mon? Do you.umm.ever think about our relationship going really, really well?"
Monica smiled distantly, "Sometimes, yeah."
"Well.in the really, really well scenario, I guess my kids would sort of be like baggage, wouldn't they?"
"Chandler," Monica said firmly, "Those kids would never ever be baggage to me. Honey, I love your kids. Forever."
He smiled softly at her, "In the really, really well scenario," he began again, "Would you.be willing to, well, adopt my kids?"
Monica grinned widely, "I would be more than happy to adopt your kids, Chandler. All you'd have to do is ask." Chandler kissed her and they just sat, watching Tyler for a little while, Chandler wondering if Monica ever actually would get the chance to adopt Tyler.
"Chandler?" Monica asked, "Maybe this isn't the right time to bring it up, but.in the really, really well scenario, would you be willing, I mean, would you want to have more kids?"
Chandler thought for a while, "I love kids, Mon," he said, "And nothing would make me happier than to be able to watch you be pregnant, and watch you have our baby. I'd absolutely want more kids."
Monica smiled. How had she managed to find this amazing guy? "I love you," she said softly.
"I love you, too." he whispered, and glanced at his son, "I don't know how I'd get through this without you."
Monica glanced at Chandler, who was sleeping soundly next to her. They were both stretched out on the couch in Tyler's room. Monica smiled because Chandler had scarcely slept the past few nights and he definitely needed it. Their conversation earlier that day had made him a little more happy, a little more hopeful, and he was able to sleep. Monica, however, could not. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get used to the incessant beeping of Tyler's machines. Plus her mind was stuck thinking about all that Chandler had said that day. She'd honestly thought she was the only one think about the "really, really well" scenario, but she was thrilled that Chandler thought about it too. She knew Chandler was the guy she wanted to marry. He was the one.
Monica lay awake thinking for a little while. Suddenly, she heard a noise and turned to see if Chandler had woken. But he hadn't. Yet somebody was stirring. Monica jumped off the couch and realized that Tyler was moving! "Chandler," she hissed, shaking him, "Get up! Tyler's moving!"
"What?" Chandler said sleepily, sitting straight up.
"Tyler's moving!"
Chandler's eyes widened as he crossed to his son's bed, "Ty?" he said gently, "buddy, can you hear me?"
Monica held her breath and silently prayed that he could. A few seconds of silence passed, but then, suddenly, Monica heard a soft quiet, "Daddy?"
"Yeah buddy," Chandler said gently, his voice tearing, "It's Daddy."
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Part Eight
Disclaimer: Nope, somebody else's!
Monica and Chandler's days passed slowly. After spending many hours just sitting in Tyler's hospital room, nothing changed. After three days, Tyler still hadn't woken up. Monica and Chandler weren't giving up hope, however. Chandler still talked to his son every day, reminding him how much he had to live for and how much he loved him. Despite everything, Tyler stayed in the coma.
"Chandler?" Monica asked as they were sitting next to Tyler's bed one day. Tyler's doctor had just left and for once, there wasn't a nurse in the room.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking up.
"What's the funniest, stupidest thing you've ever done as a dad?"
He looked at her strangely for a second. "Well, I guess.." he started, "Last Easter, I was trying to get the kids ready for church and I was ironing Tyler's dress shirt. I don't do a whole lot of ironing and I'm not very good at it. So.I was ironing and I accidentally stepped on the cord and pulled it down on my foot. And.I was barefoot," he said, smiling.
"Ouch!"
"Yeah, ouch," he laughed, "And not only did I ruin Tyler's dress shirt, I spent all of Easter in the emergency room."
Monica laughed and then poked him gently, "See, I got you to smile," she teased.
"Yeah, I guess you did," he said softly, "Since there's not much to smile about these days."
"Chandler, he's going to wake up. You just have to have a little faith," she begged.
He shook his head, "I'm not giving up hope.I just keep thinking.what did my little boy do to deserve this? What did he do to deserve having his mom leave? What did he do to deserve being hit by a car? What did he do to deserve being in a coma?"
"Chandler." Monica whispered, "Tyler didn't do anything. And neither did you. Life isn't fair, Chandler, it's just not."
"No kidding," Chandler said bitterly.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica said. She got up from her seat and Chandler enveloped her in his arms. They just held onto each other for a long time. When they broke apart, Chandler said softly.
"Thanks. I needed that," He kissed her gently. Monica smiled and settled herself on his lap.
They were silent for awhile until Chandler asked, "Mon? Do you.umm.ever think about our relationship going really, really well?"
Monica smiled distantly, "Sometimes, yeah."
"Well.in the really, really well scenario, I guess my kids would sort of be like baggage, wouldn't they?"
"Chandler," Monica said firmly, "Those kids would never ever be baggage to me. Honey, I love your kids. Forever."
He smiled softly at her, "In the really, really well scenario," he began again, "Would you.be willing to, well, adopt my kids?"
Monica grinned widely, "I would be more than happy to adopt your kids, Chandler. All you'd have to do is ask." Chandler kissed her and they just sat, watching Tyler for a little while, Chandler wondering if Monica ever actually would get the chance to adopt Tyler.
"Chandler?" Monica asked, "Maybe this isn't the right time to bring it up, but.in the really, really well scenario, would you be willing, I mean, would you want to have more kids?"
Chandler thought for a while, "I love kids, Mon," he said, "And nothing would make me happier than to be able to watch you be pregnant, and watch you have our baby. I'd absolutely want more kids."
Monica smiled. How had she managed to find this amazing guy? "I love you," she said softly.
"I love you, too." he whispered, and glanced at his son, "I don't know how I'd get through this without you."
Monica glanced at Chandler, who was sleeping soundly next to her. They were both stretched out on the couch in Tyler's room. Monica smiled because Chandler had scarcely slept the past few nights and he definitely needed it. Their conversation earlier that day had made him a little more happy, a little more hopeful, and he was able to sleep. Monica, however, could not. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get used to the incessant beeping of Tyler's machines. Plus her mind was stuck thinking about all that Chandler had said that day. She'd honestly thought she was the only one think about the "really, really well" scenario, but she was thrilled that Chandler thought about it too. She knew Chandler was the guy she wanted to marry. He was the one.
Monica lay awake thinking for a little while. Suddenly, she heard a noise and turned to see if Chandler had woken. But he hadn't. Yet somebody was stirring. Monica jumped off the couch and realized that Tyler was moving! "Chandler," she hissed, shaking him, "Get up! Tyler's moving!"
"What?" Chandler said sleepily, sitting straight up.
"Tyler's moving!"
Chandler's eyes widened as he crossed to his son's bed, "Ty?" he said gently, "buddy, can you hear me?"
Monica held her breath and silently prayed that he could. A few seconds of silence passed, but then, suddenly, Monica heard a soft quiet, "Daddy?"
"Yeah buddy," Chandler said gently, his voice tearing, "It's Daddy."
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