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Disclaimer: Damn. They aren't mine.

Over the next couple months, Matt was always there for her. He helped her pick out the furniture for the nursery, and talk to her father, who had amazingly taken it much better than Monica had thought originally.

"I'm going to be a grandfather?"

"Yes you are." Monica braced herself for the reaction that she was sure was to follow. A reaction that was forced upon her from many years of living with her mother and Ron.

"My first grandchild?"

"Yes?"

"And you said that it's going to be a little girl?"

"Yes, it's a girl."

"Really? That's....that's amazing, Monica. I'm going to be a grandfather. She can call me Poppy." Which she did, eventually. But Matt had been there for that possibly hard conversation with her father. Matt was there for everything. When most men his age would have run away from Monica as fast as they could, Matt stuck around. Matt helped paint the new apartment that her father had bought for her. Matt had taken her to lamaze classes. And Matt had proposed.

He had taken her to her favorite restaurant, and they had ordered sparkling grape juice and were drinking and laughing when Matt, being spontaneous as always, stopped abruptly and took her hand.

"Marry me."

"What?" Monica laughed it away, but Matt could not be swayed.

"Marry me. Be my wife. I love you. I love this baby, even though I know she's not mine and I've never met her. But I love her. I love both of you."

"Matt, you don't...."

"I do. I do want to do this. I know that I love you. I know that I've loved you from the first moment that I met you crying on the bench by yourself. And I know that I'll love you forever." And Monica, hating herself for doing it, had a memory of Chandler saying these same things to her, and being terrible, wished that it was still him. But here was this boy. Who was in love with her. Who was amazing, and sweet.

How could she say no to that?

How could she turn down his proposal?

She couldn't. And it wasn't even that she didn't love him. She definitely loved him. Maybe it wasn't quite the same as the way that she loved Chandler, but she still loved him. And he would be a fantastic father. And she was terrified that she would never find anyone like Matt if she let him go. So she did the only thing that she knew how to do. She said yes.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes. I'll marry you."

"Oh Monica," Matt had whispered taking her into his arms and slipping the ring onto her finger. "Perfect fit."Monica had grinned at him.

"Perfect fit," she repeated leaning forward and giving him a kiss.

They were married a month later in a tiny ceremony in Hawaii on the beach, with only his parents, who also lived in California like her father, and of course, her own father and some of their mutual friends there. She was barely showing at this point and she wore a stunning white flowing dress with her dark hair swept back into a bun with white flowers tucked among the strands that contrasted perfectly. She had shoes, but they had both opted to go barefoot. Having broken down the week before the wedding, she had called Ross.

"Ross?"

"Monica? How are you? I haven't seen you in years. I haven't heard from you in years. Where have you been?"

"Oh, Ross, I've missed you." It was true. She did miss her brother. She had loved her brother. " I went to live with Dad. But I called to tell you something. I called to tell you that I was getting married, and I'm pregnant."

"Whore!" She hadn't even heard her mother click onto the line. But there she was, screaming into the phone all the things that Monica had run away from. "Dirty whore. Who would marry you? You're nothing but a low, dirty slut." Tears formed in Monica's eyes, and Matt, who had been sitting at the table across from her reading the paper, glanced up and saw the tears and quickly reached over and took her hand and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry Mon," Ross muttered as their mother continued.

"Whore."

"She's been drinking." Like always, Monica thought. What else is new?

"Slut."

"Congratulations."

"Tramp." Monica had hung up slamming the phone down so that she couldn't hear anymore from her mother or brother. Matt had gathered her into his arms as she had wept and stroked her long dark hair.

"We don't need them. You don't need them. You have me. You have me and I'm not going anywhere. I promise you. I'm not going anywhere."It was the same thing that he had promised her a week later as they were married.

And it was the same thing that he had promised her when Sadie was born. As she had screamed and yelled in pain, and she had gripped his hand. As he leaned down and kissed her forehead and told her that she was doing great. That she was wonderful and beautiful and the most amazing person that he had ever met.

"I don't think that I can do this," Monica had sobbed.

"Yes you can, you can do anything," Matt assured her holding her hand tightly. And then they announced that she had a beautiful little girl. A beautiful little girl who was all hers.

"Oh," Monica breathed. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect?"

"She sure is," Matt said kissing her forehead staring down at the perfect little baby in Monica's arms. "What should we name her?"

"I really loved the name Sadie," Monica said running a hand over the baby's head. "But Sadie Bailey? It doesn't sound that great, does it?"

"But she isn't Sadie Bailey," Matt murmured. "She's Sadie Bing." He knew all about Chandler. Monica had told him everything. Monica gazed up at him with surprise.

"What?"

"Monica, I love her. I do. I've only just met her and I would die for her. But she isn't mine. I know that. She's his, and she should have his name. It won't make me love her any less, that's not possible. I simply adore her." He gave Monica a kiss on the lips and smiled at her. "Look at her. She's a Sadie. She's a Sadie Bing."

"Sadie Elisabeth," Monica said. "After your mother." Matt grinned broadly at her.

"I love it. I love you."

"So do I," Monica smiled at him as he slipped his arm around his wife and the new baby. So she wasn't biologically his, he had a feeling he could not love anyone more than he loved Monica and Sadie. He was sure that he couldn't.

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"And I loved him too, Chandler," Monica whispered tears falling down her face.

"I know you did," he took her hand. "And I'm happy that you had someone like that. I'm happy that you had someone that loved you and Sadie like that."

"And when he died," Monica continued. "I just...I couldn't breathe. I couldn't get out of bed. It hurt. It hurt so much. And I miss him. I still miss him. He was my husband, and I loved him. Maybe not like I loved you, but I loved him. And Sadie loved him. He was so good to her, so good with her. She called him Daddy and she was heartbroken when he died. We all were." Dissolving into tears, Chandler gathered her into his arms and held her close. "I miss him Chandler. I miss him so much."

"I know," Chandler whispered holding her and kissing her forehead. "I know."

"And," she calmed herself down and looked up into his eyes. "I've missed you."

~Whoa. So I just came back from class, and I had fallen asleep (very nice nap by the way) and I had a dream about the characters from "Friends", they were doing Grease.....whoa. Anyway, please review and tell me if you still enjoy it and want me to keep going or what? So okay, just press that little, pretty button right there. Thanks!~