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Chapter Ten

Monica was still sitting on her couch, deep in confusion when Chandler entered the apartment again. "Mon?" he said softly. She didn't respond. "Look," he started, not quite looking at her, "I think.I think I need to explain some stuff."

She looked up at him, her eyes tearstained. "Maybe.maybe I need to explain some stuff too," she said softly, "and let me go first." He nodded. "Chandler," she said softly, "There was another reason Richard and I broke up. Or.another reason that I talked to him about having kids. It's because.in my heart, I knew he probably didn't want kids and.I was looking for a reason to end the relationship."

Chandler was taken aback. "But why.why would you want to end it with him?"

Monica smiled slightly, "Maybe.maybe because I love you, too."

Chandler looked at her, confused, "You love me?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she said softly, "I always have..but I never thought that you felt the same way."

"But then.why were you so mad at me for breaking you and Richard up? And why were you so upset?"

She sighed, "I guess I just needed somebody to blame. I mean, I didn't love Richard, but he did provide me with security and all that, and I threw it away. I guess I just needed somebody to take the blame for all of that. And.like I said, I threw all that security and everything away.I was upset because I wasn't sure it was quite the right decision. Now I know it is," she said, smiling.

Chandler smiled softly at her, "I'm still sorry, though," he said gently.

"I know," she said, "I am, too. But that doesn't change anything. I still love you."

"And I still love you," he said, and with that, he walked over to her, and pulled her into a deep kiss. He'd gotten his second chance, and this time, he hadn't messed it up.

Five years later:

"Hey beautiful," Chandler said as he entered his gorgeous suburbian home.

"Hey yourself," his wife of four years, Monica responded. "How was work today?"

"Eh," he said, and kissed her, "I wish I could take you to work with me. That'd make it all the more enjoyable," he joked.

"Well, go get washed up for dinner. And get your son washed up too," she added, "He said he wouldn't until Daddy got home."

"Will do," Chandler saluted jokingly and left the kitchen.

"Daddy!" he heard as soon as he started to climb the stairs.

"Hey, buddy!" Chandler braced himself as his three year old ran at him for a big hug. "How was preschool today?"

"Great, Daddy!" his son chirped as he began to describe all the various activities he'd participated in that day.

"Okay, son, let's get you washed up," Chandler interrupted him. His son nodded, and Chandler took him by the hand and led him upstairs. As he lifted his son to the sink and ruffled his hair, he took a second to marvel at his life. How he had it all-an amazing wife whom he loved with all his heart, a beautiful home near his friends and family, and his son, his wonderful, amazing son. His son. His son, whose name was Zachary.

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