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Part Twelve
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"Okay, now don't look." Chandler said as he lead his wife down the street.
"Chandler, where on earth are you taking me?" Monica said as she waddled along with her eight month pregnant belly.
"It's a surprise," Chandler said, and finally, he lead her over and sat her down.
"Okay, can I please take off the blindfold now?" Monica asked impatiently.
Chandler chuckled, "Yeah, go ahead."
Monica took off her blindfold to reveal a gorgeous, candle-lit picnic that Chandler had set up in his favorite Hartford park. Hartford was just a half-hour away from their house and they'd often strolled through this park together. "Oh, sweetie, you didn't have to do this."
"But," Chandler said, "I wanted to."
Monica smiled. Since he'd been going to therapy, he'd become Chandler Bing again. Gone was the sullen, silent Chandler from after Joey's death-a new, happier Chandler had taken his place. He was still different from before-his attempt at taking his life had changed him forever, and he'd probably still need therapy for awhile. But he was back. She had her husband back.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, until Monica caught Chandler not eating-just staring up at the sky. "What's wrong, honey?" she said cautiously.
"It's just.....do you ever wonder if he can see what we're doing? If he knows?"
Monica contemplated that, "I think so," she said after awhile, "I think everyone up there....all of our loved ones, they're all looking out for us. And," she said slowly, "I think that's why we're here, together, why you're still alive. Because Joey, and all your other loved ones up there protected you."
Chandler's voice dropped, "You think so?" he said, barely audible.
Monica nodded, "Yeah, I do."
"I guess....I guess that would mean Marc's right," Chandler said slowly.
"About what?"
"That Joey's not mad at me anymore."
Monica smiled, "Honey, Marc's definitely right. I don't think Joey has ever been mad at you longer than a few hours. Maybe just frusterated- with you, with himself. But never so mad he'd want you to die."
"But.....what about all those things I never got to say?" Chandler said softly.
"I think," Monica said, taking a deep breath, "I think Joey already knew them."
Chandler nodded, and took Monica in his arms. "I miss him," he whispered, "I miss him so much."
"I do too," Monica said softly, "I do too." And with her words, both of them did something they hadn't allowed themselves to do since Joey's funeral-they broke down.....and allowed tears to fall.
please review, there's one more chapter, but i wont post it unless you review!
Part Twelve
disclaimer: not mine, never will be.
"Okay, now don't look." Chandler said as he lead his wife down the street.
"Chandler, where on earth are you taking me?" Monica said as she waddled along with her eight month pregnant belly.
"It's a surprise," Chandler said, and finally, he lead her over and sat her down.
"Okay, can I please take off the blindfold now?" Monica asked impatiently.
Chandler chuckled, "Yeah, go ahead."
Monica took off her blindfold to reveal a gorgeous, candle-lit picnic that Chandler had set up in his favorite Hartford park. Hartford was just a half-hour away from their house and they'd often strolled through this park together. "Oh, sweetie, you didn't have to do this."
"But," Chandler said, "I wanted to."
Monica smiled. Since he'd been going to therapy, he'd become Chandler Bing again. Gone was the sullen, silent Chandler from after Joey's death-a new, happier Chandler had taken his place. He was still different from before-his attempt at taking his life had changed him forever, and he'd probably still need therapy for awhile. But he was back. She had her husband back.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, until Monica caught Chandler not eating-just staring up at the sky. "What's wrong, honey?" she said cautiously.
"It's just.....do you ever wonder if he can see what we're doing? If he knows?"
Monica contemplated that, "I think so," she said after awhile, "I think everyone up there....all of our loved ones, they're all looking out for us. And," she said slowly, "I think that's why we're here, together, why you're still alive. Because Joey, and all your other loved ones up there protected you."
Chandler's voice dropped, "You think so?" he said, barely audible.
Monica nodded, "Yeah, I do."
"I guess....I guess that would mean Marc's right," Chandler said slowly.
"About what?"
"That Joey's not mad at me anymore."
Monica smiled, "Honey, Marc's definitely right. I don't think Joey has ever been mad at you longer than a few hours. Maybe just frusterated- with you, with himself. But never so mad he'd want you to die."
"But.....what about all those things I never got to say?" Chandler said softly.
"I think," Monica said, taking a deep breath, "I think Joey already knew them."
Chandler nodded, and took Monica in his arms. "I miss him," he whispered, "I miss him so much."
"I do too," Monica said softly, "I do too." And with her words, both of them did something they hadn't allowed themselves to do since Joey's funeral-they broke down.....and allowed tears to fall.
please review, there's one more chapter, but i wont post it unless you review!
