~You asked for it, and here it is: an epilogue yea! Please review one last time, it would be so great. Thanks!~
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Chandler whistled as he stepped out of the cab. He had just come back from the airport. He had to decide now what to do.
Quit his job and move to Boston?
Or try to maintain a long distance relationship?
Either way, he wasn't letting her go. He had worked far too long and hard for her to let a little thing like her living in another state get in the way. He waved down a cab and stepped inside and made his way through the silent streets of New York. It was late and he was exhausted. They had laid in bed with his arms wrapped around her and had just talked all night about everything. About what they wanted. About what had happened, and about the future.
Chandler Bing had talked about the future, and wasn't even scared. It was certainly a day to be written down in history.
Well, okay, he was a little scared. But this was Monica. This was the girl that had filled his thoughts for months. It was a good kind of scared with her. He loved her. He loved her after only being with her a few times. But he did. He loved her completely.
"I'm crazy," she had warned him. "I mean I'm nuts. I just thought that you should be pre-warned." He had laughed at this.
"I'm serious," she had argued. "I'm completely off my rocker. Ask Rachel."
"Okay, you're nuts. But the very best kind of crazy."
"There is no good crazy."
"That's where you're wrong. You are good crazy." This had made her melt and had started yet another round in the bed. It had been a great night. The very best.
When he put his key into his door and stepped inside, he expected the lights to be off. But Joey, Rachel, and Ross all sat in his apartment drinking coffees and eating pizzas.
"Chandler's home!" Joey exclaimed.
"What happened?" Rachel asked right away.
"How is she?" Ross asked.
"Did you sleep with her?" Joey added. Chandler had to laugh.
"The answers are I'm in love with her, she's good, and oh yeah....several times." Chandler also laughed at the disgusted look that overcame Ross's face.
"She's good huh?" Joey winked at Chandler. To which both Chandler and Ross cringed at.
"Ew....that's my sister."
"Joe!" Chandler exclaimed.
"What?" Rachel ignored this and went straight to the stuff that she wanted to know.
"Are you guys together?"
""Yes."
"Is she moving back here?"
"I don't think so." Rachel and Ross both looked a little disappointed and then moved on.
"Are you moving there?" Ross asked.
"I don't know." Chandler felt his exhaustion creep back over him. "Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm tired."
"I'm sure you are," Joey said smiling and nodding. Ignoring this, Chandler moved to his bedroom.
"Wait! That's it? That's all you're going to tell us?" Rachel asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Yes."
"That's not fair," Rachel said borderline whining. Chandler shrugged. Nothing could bother him now. Everything was good. No, it was more than good. Everything was great. He waved to his friends, new and old, and collapsed into his bed.
"Hello?" He loved hearing her voice.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Chandler!" God, he missed her already and it had only been a few weeks. They had talked every night, but he had yet to make it back up to see her. Both of them had gotten busy at work. "When are you coming back?" She wanted him to move there, and he had already talked to his boss about possibly transferring to Boston. It looked like it was going to happen, but he didn't want to get her hopes up if it wasn't.
"Soon."
"I miss you."
"You too." Oh did he miss her. "Are you okay? How are you doing?"
"Okay." She shrugged, but he couldn't see it. "Same old." There was something in her voice. Something that told him that she wasn't quite telling the truth. On her end of the phone, she was holding her breath that he didn't figure out that she was lying. Boy was she lying. He decided to let it pass this time.
"That's good." They talked a little while longer before saying goodbye. Monica immediately picked up the phone and dialed Rachel as soon as she hung up with Chandler.
"Hello?"
"Rachel?
"Monica! How are you?"
"I think I'm pregnant." Rachel practically dropped the phone. "What?"
"I think that I might be pregnant."
"Chandler's?"
"Yes, of course it's Chandler's."
"How sure are you?"
"Pretty sure."
"Did you go to the doctor's yet?"
"No."
"Does he know?"
"No." She paused. "Rachel, I'm scared." Rachel had been called spoiled in her day, but her best friend was upset and so she dropped everything that she was doing.
"Monica, I'll be there as soon as I can."
Monica bit her nails as she waited for the timer to ding. There was a knock on the door and she pulled it open to reveal Rachel on the other side. Rachel pulled her in for a fierce hug.
"Did you take the test yet?"
"Doing it right now."
"What do you want? Do you want it to be positive or negative?"
"I don't know." Monica bit her lip and frowned. "I can't decide."
"Mon! This isn't like choosing what color to paint the dining room. This is serious! Should we be happy or sad if comes out positive?" Monica sighed and sat down on the couch.
"I...."
"Well?"
"I guess we should be happy?"
"Is that a question?"
"Yes! Okay, yes! Because I need to talk to Chandler. I have no idea how he's going to react. We slept together once. Only once. Okay, well, more than once, but only in that one night. Is he really going to want to have a baby with me? That's a big commitment."
"He loves you though." That was the only thing that Rachel could get out before the timer in the kitchen went off. Monica looked horror stricken.
"I'm not ready for this. I...I...."
"I'll check it," Rachel announced standing up and walking into the bathroom. She picked up the stick and then the box and read it over. She got really quiet.
"Well?" Rachel came into the living room.
"Where are you going to put the nursery?"
"So it's positive?" Monica's insides twisted a bit. It was positive. She was going to have a baby. With Chandler. Her and Chandler were going to have a baby. Oh God.
Rachel stayed a few days with Monica as she went to the doctor and confirmed it and then helped her think of what she would say to Chandler who was coming up to see her the next day.
Monica paced back and forth waiting for Chandler to get there. He arrived and came in with the key that she had given him and then flew into his arms when he walked in.
"I've missed you," he said as he breathed in the smell of her hair. She nodded, too afraid to speak lest she begin to cry.
"We need to talk," both said at the same time. They both laughed nervously.
"You go first," he offered.
"No, you," she gave him a nervous smile.
"Okay, well. I talked to my boss and he agreed that I can transfer here." Monica's face broke into a grin and threw herself back into his arms, forgetting her news for a moment.
"That's great!" She exclaimed.
"What's your news?" That's when her smile fell.
"Um....I'm....maybe you should sit." Her nervousness was spreading as he took a seat on the couch.
"What's the matter?" Okay, here went nothing. Maybe it was like a bandaid, maybe it was better just to get it out.
"I'm pregnant." There. Oh God. His mouth dropped open and he was having trouble breathing.
"You're...you're pregnant?"
"Yes." She was wringing her hands together. He noticed for the first time the upset, terrified look on her face. Okay, he wasn't ready to be a father. Okay, this came as a complete and total surprise. Okay. But he loved her. And he wanted to be with her forever. He could do this. Well, he could do this with her. As long as she was there, he could do this.
"God, Chandler. Please say something," she begged.
"I'm happy?"
"No you're not," she wailed. Tears began pouring down her cheeks.
"Okay, so I'm not exactly happy," he told her truthfully. "But it's okay. Because I love you and we'll get married and we'll be happy."
"Are you sure?"
"I am positive." Finally, she allowed herself to smile and fell into his arms. It would be okay, he repeated to himself. It would be okay. He loved her, she loved him and they would be okay.
A year later:
Monica sighed as she rolled over to face her husband. A baby's scream interrupted her early morning thoughts.
"I'll get her," Chandler mumbled.
"Don't," Monica placed a hand on his arm. "I'm awake. I'll get her." She pulled on her robe and walked down the hall of their Boston home. Walking into her daughter's bedroom, she smiled at the five-month old.
"Hey you," she whispered reaching into the crib and gently picking up her daughter. Her daughter. She couldn't get over that she was a mother. This was her child. She had given birth to this perfect little person. Abigail Grace Bing. Abby. She didn't hear Chandler come into the room until his arms wrapped around her.
"She's perfect," Monica whispered. Abby was perfect. Abby was everything that Monica wanted. Well, Abby and Chandler were everything that she wanted. Ever.
"Much like her mother," Chandler whispered back into her ear taking Abby into his own arms and wrapping the other free arm around his wife, pulling her close to him. Amazing that he was able to find the love of his life. He had thought it was Kathy and that he had lost it when she left. No. She didn't even come close to Monica. She was no where near Monica. Not anywhere near her league.
"I love you," Monica whispered.
"I love you too." Funny how life worked out. It was like a wheel. Joey met her first, fell in love, she fell in love with Chandler, and Joey ended up with Monica's friend Phoebe. Crazy.
But the very best kind of crazy.
~That's it folks. I hope that you liked it. Please review one more time. I found the best song in the world to use in a fic, but it's sooooo sad. So I don't know if I should use it to write a fic or not. I mean, it's really sad.....but hey, tell me if you're in the mood for a sad fic. Make it a double review. Thanks! ~