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"Sadie, could you please stand still?" Monica hissed down at her nine-year-old. The little girl sighed and stood still for about a minute, and then began to shift back and forth again. This time her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Please princess?" He whispered. "Mommy just wants everything to go right." Sadie sighed again and looked up at her mother and the bundle that she held in her arms.

"Are they going to dunk Katy in that water?" She asked wide-eyed. Her father finally just clamped a hand over her mouth as Monica handed her newborn off to her best friend Rachel who was going to be Katy's godmother. Sadie watched as they poured the water over her baby sister's head and Katy, or Kathryn, screamed bloody murder.

"It's okay, baby," Monica whispered rocking the baby slightly to calm her down. Chandler removed his hand from Sadie's mouth and she promptly began to talk again.

"I would scream too," she announced. This caused her mother to shoot her one more warning glare before returning her attention to her infant daughter.


Standing in the back, deep in shadows, where no one could see him was Ross. He watched his sister and her daughters. His nieces. And his brother-in-law. Chandler. Somehow he had always known that they would end up together. Even when she married someone else the first time, Ross had felt that they would end up together in the end.

Now here they were. Married with two beautiful little girls. Sadie looked just like her mother. He didn't dare come back out. Chandler had called on the morning of their wedding to tell him that they were getting married, and had also called when Katy had been born. He was determined for Ross to know what was going on.

Ross had no news of his own. No wife. No new baby. Ron was dead. That was the only thing that he could offer up.

Heart attack. He had confessed to their mother as he lay dying all the things that he had done to Monica. All the pain that he had put her through.

Their mother committed suicide a month later. Swallowed a bottle of pills. She had left a letter with Ross to give to Monica should he ever see her again.

He was terrified to see her again. After all, he had not exactly supported her. He loved her, always had, she was his baby sister, but the way that he treated her had been terrible.

The christening was over. Monica held Katy tightly and Chandler held Sadie's hand as they made their way out of the church. He slipped further back into the shadows hoping that no one would see him. But he was caught. Chandler caught his eye, and didn't say anything but just placed a hand on his wife's back as they left the church.

"Oh, Mon," he said once they were outside. "I forgot something. I'll be right back out."

"Okay," she said as she strapped Katy into the car seat and helped Sadie get settled. Chandler ran back in and found Ross still standing in the same place.

"Hey," Ross said softly. "The girls....are beautiful."

"Thanks," Chandler smiled and twisted his wedding ring around his finger. "Come with us."

"No," he shook his head. "Monica wouldn't like that."

"Really? Why not?"

"Because. Just because. Just give her this, okay? Just give her this and tell her that it's from our mother. And to read it."

"She might not want to," Chandler pointed out.

"Mom's dead. Just....just tell her to read it," Ross said.

"Come on Ross. Come to the house. Monica wants to see you I know that she does."

"Not today," Ross shook his head. "There's going to be people there. Not today."

"Then tomorrow?" Chandler asked hopefully. Ross shrugged.

"I only think about today," he told Chandler.

"Ross."

"Chandler. I'll think about it, okay? Just give Monica the letter." Chandler nodded and slipped it into his jacket pocket and then left Ross alone again in the shadows.



"Mon?" Everyone had gone home. It was just the Bings and Rachel. And Rachel was upstairs reading Sadie a book. Monica was finishing cleaning up the remains of the party.

"Yes?" She turned around. Chandler was leaning against the counter and he came over to her and placed a hand on her arm.

"Ross was there today," he told her. She gasped slightly.

"He was?"

"Standing in the back of the church. I saw him on the way out," he explained.

"And you didn't tell me!"

"He didn't want to see you. He said maybe tomorrow. But he gave me this." He handed her the envelope.

"What is it?" She asked taking it gingerly.

"A letter from your mother."

"I don't want it," Monica said automatically.

"She's dead, Mon," he said softly pulling her in for a hug. "I think you need to read it. Ross told me to tell you to just read it." She's dead. The words rang in Monica's head. She's dead. Nodding lightly, she grasped the envelope in her hands and pulled away from her husband.

"I think I need to read this on my own," she told him. And he understood. Walking away, she went up into their bedroom. With trembling hands, she pulled out the letter and unfolded it.

Her mother's scrawling handwriting that she would recognize anywhere stared back at her. Taking a deep breath, she began to read.

My dearest Monica~

I'm so sorry. I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry. I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but I wanted to tell you that. I wanted to get that off my chest. I didn't know. I didn't want to know. Let's face it, I was not all with it anyway. The truth hurts, honey, and the truth is killing me. I was a drunk who let my husband sexually and physically abuse my daughter. My only daughter. My baby. I blamed you for leaving, for running away from me, mostly because I was jealous. I couldn't run away. I was stuck there. With Ron, with the demons that haunted me. I wanted to go numb every night, and I did. I'm sorry that you were hurt in the process. I cried every night after you left. I think I knew, I think I knew a little bit, but wouldn't admit it to myself. It was simply easier to hate you then to admit that I loved you more than life itself and I had failed you. I failed you, sweet girl. I'll never forgive myself for that. I can't forgive myself for a lot of things, but you are the biggest regret. Making you feel worthless was the most terrible thing that I have ever done. You are not worthless. You are amazing. You are beautiful and sweet. Ross kept me updated as Chandler ( a wonderful guy, I'm so glad that you found someone who treats you like you should be treated) kept him updated. I'm sorry that I'll never meet my granddaughter. Ross said that her name is Sadie, and that she's nine. And you are pregnant again. Seven months, he said? I bet you would have had the baby by the time that you get this. If you get this. Guilt is a terrible thing, baby, and I can't stand it anymore. I've loved you forever, and I continue to love you. The only thing that I have done right in this world is you, and I can't even take credit for you. You raised yourself. You made yourself who you are. I love you. And I love my grandchildren, who I bet are amazing, because they are yours. I'm sorry.

Love you always, Mom.

Chandler found his wife a few minutes later, crying so hard that it was hard for her to breathe.

"Honey?" He asked gently.

"Oh Chandler," she sobbed. "I hate her still. After what she did, I'll hate her for that forever. But....but..."

"You don't hate her Mon," he said gathering her into his arms. "You're angry at her. And you'll be angry at that forever. And you should be. You didn't deserve what she did. But you don't have to hate her. Hate takes up way too much energy. Just let it go, baby, just let it go." He didn't ask to read the letter, he knew that if she wanted him to then she would give it to him to read.

"She killed herself?" She asked looking up at him.

"Yeah. She did. Ross said that she swallowed a bottle of pills." Nodding, numbly, Monica just held onto Chandler tightly.

"She said that she was sorry and that guilt is a terrible thing."

"It is. Guilt made her the way that she was. She knew that it was wrong, so she drank to not feel guilty, and that just made things worse. It's a vicious cycle."

"I don't hate her," Monica finally admitted. "She's my mother. All I ever wanted from her was for her to stand up for me." Chandler nodded holding her in his arms. "She never did. She never stood up for me."

"Maybe that was the thing that she felt most guilty about," he whispered.

"I think so," Monica replied. At that moment, the door opened and Sadie came in.

"Mommy?" She asked. "Why are you crying?"

"Sadie!" Rachel came running in behind her. "I'm sorry. I was trying to give you guys time."

"It's okay," Monica answered as Sadie scrambled up onto the bed. Chandler let Monica go and Sadie threw her arms around her mother's neck. Not sure exactly why she was crying, but wanting more than anything for her to stop. Monica held her daughter. No, she wouldn't hate her mother. Everything would have been different if Monica had stayed. She wouldn't have Sadie, or Chandler, or Katy. Something good came out of the bad.

"You okay now?" Chandler asked. Monica nodded.

No, she would have found Chandler. They were meant to bed. Completely.




"Is he here?" Monica asked. Chandler nodded. "Oh God." Chandler glanced out the window again and heard the baby crying.

"I'll get her," he offered and bounded up the stairs.

"Chandler! No! Chandler! You need to answer the door! CHANDLER!" The doorbell rang and Sadie looked up from where she had been reading a book and hopped off the stool.

"I'll get it Mom," she said and she ran to the front door and pulled it open.

"Hello," the man before her said. "You must be Sadie." She nodded and bit her lip.

"You must be my Uncle Ross," she decided. Ross smiled.

"Yes I am."

"Mom and Daddy are inside," she told him and he stepped inside the large front hall. Monica appeared in the kitchen doorway and didn't say anything.

"Monica."

"Ross," she whispered and finally ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Then she smacked his arm. "Why didn't you come sooner?" He smiled a little.

"I had this crazy idea that you would hate me," he told her.

"No," she said seriously. "I don't hate you." And he smiled again and hugged her to him. Chandler came down the stairs with Katy in his arms and handed her to Monica so that he could give Ross a hug.

"Come on, I made dinner," Monica said as they made their way into the kitchen.

"So what was my mom like when she was little?" Sadie asked leaning forward to collect all the dirt that she could on her mother.

"She was much like she is now," Ross replied. "Amazing.....and terrible at jokes." Monica hit him.

"This is nice," she whispered to Chandler when Ross and Sadie were involved in a conversation.

"Yeah," he agreed kissing her head. "It is."

"What more do I need?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, I have a great husband, two beautiful daughters, and my brother is here, having dinner with us."

"Yes. Everything's pretty much perfect," Chandler nodded.

"And most of all?"

"What?"

"I'm loved," she looked at him and smiled. More than anything when she was little she had wanted her mother to tell her that she loved her. Wanted her mother to love her. Just simply love her. She wanted to be loved. And she was. An overabundance of love. Her cup runneth over.

"Yes, you are loved," Chandler said smiling as he picked up her hand and kissed it.


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