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Monica started through the phonebook calling every hotel trying to find Chandler. There were so many things that she still needed to explain to him. He couldn't have just left. No, she would find him. Even if it meant calling up her brother and asking if he had any idea where she could find him.

But first, before she would resort to that, she tried the phonebook.

"There's no listing for Chandler Bing?" She asked sighing. She was nearing the end of the alphabet with no luck yet.

"Sorry ma'am."

"Shit," she announced as she slammed down the phone. Just as her fingers dialed the next number, there was a knock on the door. Sighing again, she hoisted herself off of the chair and made her way to the door. Shocked to see who was on the other side, she covered her mouth and gasped.

"Chandler?"

"Mon. I ran, I'm sorry. I came here for a reason," he told her. She was so trilled that she threw her arms around his neck. Startled, it took a minute before wrapping his arms around her as well.

"You're wet," she noted.

"I am. It's raining." Looking past him out the open door, she smiled a little.

"So it is."

"I didn't leave."

"I see that. We need to talk."

"Do we?"

"We do." Moving aside, she let him into the house.

"Your husband might not like this," he pointed out as she took his coat and led him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

"My husband is dead Chandler," she told him. Dead? Her husband was dead? She was widowed?

"Oh God, Monica...I'm sorry." And he was. She had gone through so much in her life. She didn't deserve to have any more pain. He would have done anything to shield her from more pain. He had failed that night ten years before, and he had failed again.

"It's okay. It's been two years now."

"How did he die?"

"Car accident. He was a doctor, and he was running late for work, so he was rushing, never saw the other car coming. Funny, huh? He made it to the hospital on time. Ironic." She paused for a moment and looked him in the eye. "I hate irony." Chandler took a seat at the table as Monica poured two cups of coffee.

"What was his name?" Chandler couldn't help but be somewhat interested in this man that Monica had been married to. For how long? What was his name? Did they...oh God, did they have any kids?

"Matthew. Matt. Matt Bailey."

"How long were you married for?"

"Five years." So she must have met him right after her and Chandler had stopped talking. Chandler did the math in his head. He hadn't seen Monica in eight years, and they had been married for five years, and he had been dead two.

Monica gave a small, sad smile.

"He was a great guy."

"I'm sure he was." What was Chandler doing here? She had her life. She had her life and he was simply intruding. But he couldn't make himself leave. Just as he had to come back there that day. There was something about her.

Just something about her.




I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved



They both sat with their hands wrapped around their cups of coffee. They had been talking for an hour. About Chandler's life, about how Monica and her father were close now, but she hadn't talked to Ross or her mother, who was still married to that asshole Ron, in years. They had even laughed. She had not thought it possible, but they had even laughed.

"Hello? Mommy! Mommy guess what?" A voice called out from the front hall and a little girl, about seven, if Chandler were to take a guess, came hurtling into the kitchen. She had to be Monica's daughter. There was no way that she wasn't. Monica had a daughter? An hour. They had been talking for an hour and she didn't mention that she had kids?

"Hey baby," Monica said. The little girl noticed that there was someone else with her mother and suddenly became shy. "Sadie, honey, this is Chandler. He's an old friend of mine. Chandler, this is my daughter Sadie." Sadie. Chandler had always loved the name Sadie.

"Hello Sadie."

"Hi Chandler," she said burying her face into her mother's shoulders. Sadie leaned forward and whispered something into Monica's ear.

"Sure honey, go ahead," giving Chandler one more shy look, Sadie skipped away happily. "She's going to go to her friend's house." Standing up, Monica too Chandler's empty cup of coffee. "More?"

"No thanks." His head was still reeling. She had a daughter. She was widowed and she had a daughter. "How old is she?"

"She's seven, almost eight," Monica replied looking in the direction that Sadie had run off to. "She's amazing."

"I'm sure she is." Almost eight? That meant that Monica must have gotten pregnant right away. Or was pregnant when she got married.

"You always wanted kids," Chandler said. "I guess you got what you wanted right away, huh?"

"Chandler, I was pregnant when I got married." He had guessed as much.

"Oh."

"I was pregnant when I met Matt." Now, that he hadn't expected. Then, was....he....was Sadie....

"Is she....."

"Yours? Yeah, she is."




I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls



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