Thanks so much for the reviews! Here's the next part. I hope that you enjoy it. Oh, and I went to see "Troy" yesterday, and it was good, and I liked it, but someone's phone starting ringing at one point and no one was picking it up, and my friend turned to me and said, "Brad's phone is ringing. Maybe it's Jennifer." And so I started to laugh, and then of course, since it's not a funny movie, everyone turned to stare at me, and then of course I couldn't stop, and I had to actually get up and leave until I had calmed myself down. It was really funny, and I thought I would share, because sharing is good and I'm in a sharing kind of mood. Okay, I'm done. Please review!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Except for Grace Bing. But really, that's it.

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

I'm gonna hold you closer than before

And when I kiss your soul

your body will be free

I'll be free for you any time

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

Silently, Monica and Chandler walked up to the front door of Chandler's house. Gracie was rambling on about something, Monica had guiltily stopped listening. Chandler gave her a small smile as they entered the house and Monica was once again bombarded by memories.

"You okay?" Chandler asked when he saw her halt in the front hall.

"Yes. No. I don't know."

"Joey?" He asked closing the door behind them. Gracie went running off to other parts of the house and left her parents alone together.

"Among others." He nodded, he understood.

"Does it hurt to be back here?" It was the first time he had asked her, and she nodded.

"It does."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asked, and for the first time, she met his eye.

"For everything."

"Don't be. We already went over that."

"But I never apologized."

"You never had to."

"Mon...I just....I should have understood more, I should have been more understanding, I should have...."

"No," she said interrupting him. "No, I was....I was too caught up in my own world of grief that I didn't notice that you might be hurting too. And that was my fault. It was my fault that we...drifted apart. I didn't know how to let you in anymore. I didn't....." She shuddered trying desperately to hold in a sob. She was failing.

"Let's not talk about it, we've been through enough emotions for one day. Would you like some coffee? Wine?"

"Wine," she said immediately. She needed a drink. "I mean, God, coffee would be okay too....I..." He laughed at her trying to explain herself.

"Wine it is then, Mon. I've been dying for a glass myself."

"Okay," she smiled at him and followed him back through the house. He got out a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. They sat talking and drinking their wine. They stayed away from hard topics, and mostly just reminisced about the past, before Gracie was born, before it became complicated.

"God, Fun Bobby," Monica laughed. "The only person I really hoped would fall off the wagon."

"Man, he was just so incredibly dull. The whole hardware story? I wanted desperately to poke out my eyes. Of course, I was also jealous," he added.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Mon," he said laughing a little bit. "I was always jealous of anyone that you dated. You never knew that?" She shook her head slightly.

"No." He smiled at her.

"I had the biggest crush on you. God, pretty much since I moved into the apartment across from you." She returned his smile.

"How about that," she said grinning. "You learn something new every day." Gracie hopped up from where she had been lying on the ground coloring and handed her father a picture.

"That's so that you don't forget us when we go back," she told him seriously. He looked down at the drawing of three people smiling with their arms in the air, which he took to mean that they were waving. Underneath Gracie had carefully labeled the people: Mommy, Daddy, and Gracie.

"Oh honey, it's beautiful," he said pulling her into his lap. "But I could never forget about you."

"Never?" She asked.

"Never."

"What about Mommy?" Grace spoke up. "Could you ever forget about her?" Chandler looked at Monica, who had looked away. Finally she lifted her head and turned to face him, and he smiled at her.

"Never."

Free for you

whatever you need

We'll be free together, baby

Free together baby

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

I'm gonna hold you closer than before

Monica had made dinner for them and now the two sat again on the couches in the living room as Gracie put on a show for them, complete with costumes and dance moves. After she was done, Monica went to pick her up and take her to bed, when she remembered that Chandler might want to do that. After all, they were only going to be there a few more days. He might want to spend all the time that he could with his daughter.

"Let's go to bed sweetpea," Chandler announced to Grace. He swung her and threw her over his shoulder as she giggled and then he turned expectantly to Monica. "Coming?" She nodded and stood up and remembered how they used to put Grace to bed. Before she had gotten pregnant for the second time. How the three of them would troop upstairs and Chandler would read a book to Gracie, and Monica would sing a song to her, and then they would both kiss her on either side of her head and Monica would fuss with the blankets and Chandler pulled on her arm and pulled her out of the room.

Somehow, in London, Gracie and Monica's new traditions didn't quite live up.

It felt right, it felt natural, the two of them tucking their daughter in. And Chandler met Monica's eye and knew that she was thinking the exact same thing.

"Goodnight honey," Chandler said kissing the top of Gracie's head.

"Goodnight Daddy," she wrapped her small arms around his neck. Monica leaned and kissed her on the cheek.

"We're right downstairs if you need us," she told Gracie and Gracie nodded and drifted off to sleep. Monica flipped the lights off and her and Chandler found themselves once again alone.

"Could I interest you in another glass of wine?" He asked.

"Sure," she shrugged and followed him back to the living room where he refilled their glasses. After about her fourth glass, she felt a little lightheaded, and before she knew what she was doing, she felt herself lean forward and place her lips squarely on Chandler's. Immediately she pulled away.

"I shouldn't...there's James....and what if Gracie....I can't....we can't...." But she had barely gotten the words out when Chandler leaned in and kissed her back.

"Monica, for once, just don't think, don't think about James, don't think about the many reasons that this," he motioned to the two of them, "is wrong. Because it feels so right. Just......don't think."

And she listened.

And didn't think.

And instead let herself get caught up in the moment, and let herself get caught up in his arms once again. He was right. It felt right. It was so easy to let herself fall back into his arms, it felt so simple, as if they had never been apart. Like she wasn't engaged back in London, as if there had never been a miscarriage, as if their lives had never had a single hiccup. The way that they had envisioned them when they had said I do. Completely and totally problem free. That was not possible, this they both knew, but now, tangled again in each other's arms, it felt possible, it felt real.

And neither made a move to stop.

And when I kiss your soul

your body will be free

I'll be free for you any time

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

Okay, please review, and tell me what you thought of this chapter. Thanks a billion and a half. Well, I'm off to go help my mother clean the house or something....no, who am I kidding? I'm off to take a nap. Review!