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"She's...she's mine?" His voice came out tight and high. He had a daughter? He had a daughter with Monica? What were the odds? Monica avoided his eyes, but nodded. "Does she...did she call....Matt, Dad?"

"She did. He was the only father that she had ever known. Bu she knew that he wasn't her real father...I mean in the biological sense. Matt...Matt was a great guy Chandler. He really was." Chandler nodded, not looking at her. Despite the fact that he knew that Matt was dead and therefore no real threat, he still couldn't help the jealous feelings the surged inside of him. This was the man who was married to the woman that he loved, and who raised his daughter. His daughter. Sadie was his. He couldn't get over that. Sadie was his.

"What's her last name?" Somehow this is what he kept coming back to. Was she Sadie Bailey?

"Sadie Elisabeth Bing." Monica had given her his name?

"Not Bailey?" He choked out.

"She's your daughter."

"You never told me....why didn't you tell me?"

"I....I didn't know how...oh, Chandler, I know that we haven't spoken in years, but by the way I had your daughter. Not exactly the best way to tell you." She was staring out the window.

"And...she's amazing?"

"Incredible," Monica replied finally looking at him. "Would you like to meet her?"

"I met her," he pointed out.

"I know, but you didn't meet her meet her."

"Good point," he was suddenly very nervous. What if she hated him? "I guess I would like to meet her....will she....will..."

"She like you? Yeah, she'll like you."

"Does she know about me at all?"

"Just that I had you before I met Matt, and that her father would have been here if he could, but that Matt and I loved her more than anything." Chandler nodded again, that was all that he seemed to be able to do. Nod. He would have been there if he had known. He might not have been the most mature, but Sadie was his daughter. He would have been there for his daughter.

"When....when is she going to be home?"

"Later."

"Later?"

"In about an hour or so."

"Oh."

"We can have dinner and she can get used to you."

"Okay." He paused. "When's her birthday?"

"October 14th," Monica replied.

"Her favorite color?"

"Pink," Monica raised an eyebrow at this, and Chandler just gave a small smile.

"I want to know what she likes, what she doesn't like. I want to know everything. I want to make a good impression on her." For the first time since Monica had dropped this bombshell on Chandler, she smiled.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"All right, ready? We're going to cram before Sadie gets back."

"All right."


By the end of the hour Chandler knew everything that he needed to know. Sadie's favorite stuffed animal was a bear named Elmer that Matt had given her when she was born. Chandler found that he was actually glad that Monica had someone there to hold her hand when Sadie was born, and that he wasn't at all jealous that Matt had been there. Okay, he was a little jealous, but he would get over it. He knew that Sadie's nickname was Little Lady, and that she was called that by her mother and her grandfather who adored her and whom she called Poppy. He knew that Monica sang the same song to her every night, and it was "Baby Mine" from Dumbo. Chandler had made a mental note to learn the words to that song.

He felt that he was prepared for Sadie's arrival.

He was completely wrong.

"Mommy! I'm home, Kelly's mom dropped me off," Sadie came hurtling back into the kitchen. Monica had warned him that she constantly had tons of extra energy and that she insisted on running everywhere, which conflicted when they were in a crowded area and Monica insisted on holding her hand.

"Dinner's almost ready, can you go wash your hands?"

"Sure, Mommy, and I...." She noticed Chandler again who was standing nervously by the kitchen table with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Hi."

"Hi," he answered. Sadie smiled at him. Her bright blue eyes glittered as she pushed a piece of hair that had fallen from it's braided pigtail back off her eye.

"Chandler, right?"

"That's right," Monica answered her daughter. "Chandler's going to be eating dinner with us tonight."

"Really?" Sadie looked from her mother to Chandler and then back again. "Okay." She skipped off in the direction of the bathroom and Chandler gave a sigh.

"She's going to love you," Monica assured him again. "Don't worry about a thing."

But he worried. The three of them sat down at the table and listened as Sadie chattered about her afternoon. He kept smiling at Monica and she smiled back.

"Do you live here Chandler?" Sadie asked taking a bite of her chicken.

"No."

"Where do you live?"

"New York."

"That's where Mommy grew up," Sadie repeated smiling at both her parents. "Did you know Mommy from there?"

"Yes I did." Sadie's eyes widened as a revelation hit her.

"Did you know my real dad?" Both Chandler and Monica looked at one another in horror.

"Um..." Chandler stuttered and glanced at Monica panicked.

"Well, sweetie," Monica stepped in and Chandler wondered how she was so calm. Was this what happened after years of being a parent? Would he get like this? "That's what we need to talk to you about. You see...Chandler...well, he's your....he's your father." There. It was said. Monica had said it. After her and Chandler had planned exactly what they would say and how they would say it, Monica just came right out and said it. Sadie's eyes got very large as she looked from her mother to this man sitting there.

"Really?" Sadie's voice was breathless, and Monica nodded.

"Yes. Really." Sadie squealed and threw herself into Chandler's arms.

"I dreamed that you would come. I dreamed that you loved me and would come find me one day." And Chandler was so happy, so thrilled that Sadie, his daughter, was so happy that he was there, that he didn't notice the tears that slipped down Monica's face.



"She's incredible," Chandler repeated for what might have been the hundredth time that night. He had put Sadie to sleep after they had stayed in the living room talking all night. Leaving Monica alone to clean up dinner, leaving Monica generally alone.

"Yes," Monica said agreeing with him. "Yes, she is incredible."

"Mon?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you please tell me what happened?"

"What are you talking about?"

"When you left. What happened exactly when you left."

"You know what happened. I moved in with my dad until college and then I moved to Chicago and went to California for holidays and breaks to be with my dad, and then we stopped talking."

"Why did we stop talking?" She became very silent trying to pinpoint the exact reason. She came up with no reason at all.

"I'm not sure."

"Neither am I," he said softly.

"There had to be a reason, a good reason," she said searching her memory.

"There wasn't."

"What?"

"A good reason. There wasn't any. We were young and scared and so we split. But what happened after that? What happened with Sadie? When did you meet Matt?"

"You really want to know?"

"I want to know everything."

"Even about Matt?"

"I want to know everything," he repeated.

She wasn't sure how long they sat there. Talking about Matt, talking about Sadie, and what had happened when they had stopped talking. But she knew that by the end, her voice was raw and both of their cheeks were flushed and wet with tears.



8 years before:

Monica couldn't believe it. She was pregnant? She knew that she hadn't been feeling well, and that she had been throwing up and getting tired so easily. But pregnant? She was only 20, she wasn't even done with school yet. How could she be pregnant? Not possible. And with Chandler ,it was Chandler's, she knew that for sure.

What would he say?

How would he react?

What if she just simply didn't tell him?

Feeling trapped in her small one-bedroom apartment, she decided that she needed to go for a walk. She ran from the building and found a park nearby. She walked through contemplating and thinking about what would happen now, and what she could do.

She couldn't tell Chandler. He wasn't ready for it yet. Hell, she wasn't ready for it yet. And this revelation just brought about a whole new slew of tears. Tears that rolled down her face and into her hands.

"Are you okay?" She heard a voice gently ask.

"Yes, I'm fine." No. She wasn't okay. Of course she wasn't. She was sitting on a bench sobbing. Did it look like she was okay?

"Are you sure?" Didn't this guy give up at all? She lifted her head and her eyes caught his. Well, for being so persistent, he sure was cute.

"I'm....I'm going to be fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked again taking a seat next to her on the bench and digging out of his pocket a handkerchief. "Here."

"Thanks," Monica said taking it from him. "I should be. I don't....I don't know."

"Why don't I buy you a coffee and you can tell me what's wrong?" He offered. She shook her head.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Really?"

"Yes." He might want to now, but he certainly would never want to see her again when he found out that she was pregnant.

"There's something you should know," she said taking a deep breath. He would be the first person that she told. She didn't even know him. Maybe that was why he was the perfect candidate to tell. She still had to face her father, and....no, she wasn't bringing Chandler into the whole thing. He had done enough. "You don't want to buy me coffee, or dinner, or anything else. I'm pregnant." If he was revolted by this, or terrified, his face didn't show it.

"Is that why you're crying?"

"Yes," Monica began to sob again.

"And the father?"

"We broke up. He's in New York." The man looked deep in concentration.

"Then you're right, I can't have coffee with you." She knew it. Hurt, she nodded and began to sob into his handkerchief again. "Wait," he placed a hand on her leg. "Because you can't have coffee. But hey, if you want to grab a burger, I know a great place."

"Really?" She looked up at him.

"Really. What's your name?" He asked standing up and helping her to her feet.

"Monica."

"Monica. I'm Matt."



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