In A Lifetime
Chapter Six: And As The Rain, It Falls
A/N: And chapter 6 is finally here! Sorry, especially to Chris, that it took so long, but I had a busy few weeks, overloaded with schoolwork, and a small case of writer's block. But I'm back, and ready to write! Well, I've already written, as you can see.... Okay, shut up, David....
Now, to deal with the quibble of Monica being pregnant- as I posted in my profile: "Just a note: with regard to In A Lifetime, people have been saying that it is not possible to have breast cancer and be pregnant at the same time. But since Monica has not currently undergone any treatment, it is possible for her to be pregnant. I have done my research, and it is possible to have breast cancer and be pregnant at the same time, if not very common." Now, does that clear it up?
Thanks for all the great reviews, and I sincerely hope you will do so again. This is a more upbeat chapter, but don't expect it to last....
*~*~*
She watched the rain drip from the trees, falling onto the leaves, and then dropping as the leaves bent under the tiny weight of the droplets, curving downward, towards the earth.
They fell slowly, hitting the ground with a sound that echoed unnaturally loudly through her head, almost like shots, hitting her again and again.
He sat silently; seeming frozen beneath the canopy of trees, rain occasionally hitting him, but mostly steering clear. He didn't look up at anything, not even when a child running from his frazzled looking mother ran into his knees accidentally. The kid ran on, the mother shouting wearily after him, not bothering to apologise to the downcast looking man on the small park bench.
Monica stepped to the side as the kid ran past her, looking after him sorrowfully, and giving the mother a short smile, which was weakly returned.
Monica wished she had a kid she could get stressed out over. But she didn't want to be the only one who got stressed.
She wanted him, to help her in those times. Him, to be with her when she needed him.
Him, to not run away.
She watched him again, still unmoving on his harsh bench, and she sighed. Life had become so complicated.
Just two weeks ago she had sat on that very bench, becoming drenched by a thunderstorm, but she had been impervious to the rain.
She felt the rain push her hair against her damp skin, and she felt it. It felt almost like it were joined, seamlessly attached to her. She pushed it away, throwing her hair over her shoulder, and felt water fall off it to the ground.
She slowly began to walk toward the bench, her footsteps silent, and passed under a tall tree, the leaves dripping water onto her.
She cautiously took a seat next to him on the edge of the wood, folding her coat under her so her trousers did not become stained by the residue on the bench, and looked out onto the park, like Chandler had been. She studied the trees, the bushes, the flowers. She looked for the drops falling through the trees, and the sun hidden behind. Behind all this.
"I couldn't stay there," he said suddenly. He had given no sign of acknowledgement, and he didn't look at her, but she took this as his greeting.
"Why not?" she answered smoothly, but shaking inside.
He brushed a droplet off his knee, and looked down at a leaf, which blew gently past in the breeze. "It was- it was too much," he answered slowly.
Monica pulled her coat tighter around herself as the breeze blew harder, hitting her side, and blowing the worsening rain directly onto her cheeks. "What was?" she shivered.
"Everything," he answered simply. Monica said nothing, implying to Chandler that she didn't quite grasp what he was trying to say. "I mean.... Monica, I could barely cope with the cancer, and now the baby.... it's too hard, Mon," he said, a hint of hurt entering his voice. Both were still facing forward, Monica watching the leaves gust in the wind, Chandler staring intently at the ground, oddly intrigued by a squashed piece of gum.
Monica swallowed. "I don't understand, Chandler.... I mean, it's me that this is all happening to. Not you."
"I know," said Chandler quietly. "And I'm amazed that you're strong enough to cope with all this, Mon. Because I can't." He paused; trying to phrase his next words before letting his lips release them into the waiting air. "You know how I'd freak out if you were pregnant full stop, but to have it come at the same time as you having cancer...." He trailed off, knowing she had understood.
She stayed silent for a while, trying to take in his words at the same time as manufacturing a response.
"Chandler," she said softly, daring to lightly touch his hand, which lay on his thigh. She did this nervously; scared he may recoil after having sat there in solitude for over an hour. But he did nothing but move his hand over it, rubbing it, warming the blood flowing through it. "You're not like you used to be. You know how I know that?" She paused, but he said nothing. "Because you admit that it would freak you out," she whispered, her damp hair brushing his cheek as she turned her head. "You never used to admit that. But you just did. And that... it's the first sign that you're not as scared as you'd like to think." She stopped, breathing silently in, watching Chandler's face.
He slowly turned his eyes upward, and they met Monica's shining blue ones. He didn't smile; his face showed a silent burning love for her. She saw it deep inside his eyes, inside his very soul. She smiled lightly at him, her lips curling upwards beautifully. Chandler marvelled at how such a small change in expression could make his heartbeat go a hundred times faster.
"But...." he said tentatively, and she looked up, her expression curious. "It's still hard." He shifted his position so his body faced his fiancée.
She smiled. "I know," she said, touching his cheek lightly. "But you can do it. And I need you to do it," she said, rubbing his hand, now resting on the liquid-covered bench. "I know I didn't exactly run away, but this is going to be hard, Chandler. And I love you. I need you to get me through. If you're not there... I don't know what I'll do."
He smiled at her, watching her lips curl upward again, and he touched his lips to hers, meeting in a tender, soft kiss. She closed her eyes, letting his wet hands caress her damp hair, feeling the rain fall onto them, making soft pattering sounds as it fell onto her coat.
They slowly broke apart, still feeling the other's touch on their hungry lips.
"This was where I sat," whispered Monica, her hand enclosed in his. "When I found out, I came here to think." She closed her eyes. "It was raining," she said quietly. "Remember?" she asked. "I came home soaked, and you were so concerned.... And then later, I told you I had cancer. How ironic," she said, opening her eyes again and looking at the floor.
He pulled her close, and spoke into her ear, even though the park was deserted in the worsening rainstorm, it was now. "Monica...." he said, "I'd worry about you if a bug was on your coat, okay? I'd worry if you burnt a meal at the restaurant. I'd worry if you dropped your book on your foot. I love you so much," he whispered, kissing her hair affectionately, and she smiled up at him, her head resting on his chest.
"I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand. And she let the rain pour down on her- it didn't matter if she got soaked, because he was there with her, getting soaked too.
*~*~*
Monica lightly tapped at the green door, not wanting to disturb any activity. After a few seconds, the door creaked open, and Rachel stood there, a questioning look on her face.
"Hi," she greeted. "What's up? It's almost midnight," she said, indicating the clock behind her.
"I know," said Monica hurriedly. "But we need to talk to you," she said, and Rachel stepped back.
"Is Joey in?" asked Chandler.
Rachel coughed. "Yeah, but he's.... he's kinda busy right now," she said obviously, her point affirmed by a series of giggles floating from Joey's bedroom.
Monica smiled, shaking her head. "Okay," she laughed. "Well, we... we have some news," she said, and motioned for Rachel to sit. She and Chandler took up seats on the green breakfast stools, while Rachel settled into the barcalounger.
"What is it?" asked Rachel, leaning forward in interest.
Chandler looked to Monica.
"Well..." she said slowly, "I'm pregnant."
Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" she said.
"We're pregnant," repeated Chandler. "Something's not getting through, Mon," he joked, making Monica smile.
Rachel looked confused. "B-But how-how can you be pr-pregnant?" she stuttered in bewilderment. "I mean, even if you were, wouldn't all the radio waves and stuff have... killed it?" she asked, frowning.
"I haven't had any radiotherapy or anything yet, so it wouldn't have been killed. The doctor said she's just glad that we found out about the baby before we started any treatment like that," said Monica.
Rachel continued to frown. "Are you keeping it?" she asked.
"I think so," replied Monica, looking to Chandler.
He nodded. "It was a little scary at first," he admitted, "but... it's right."
Rachel didn't look happy. "But what if-"she stopped dead, realizing what she was about to say.
"What if what?" asked Monica.
Rachel looked away. "Well... what if you... don't get through it without needing some kind of radio treatment?" she asked, concern filling her face.
Chandler looked at Monica. She smiled.
"The doctor said that I should be fine without needing that stuff, Rach," she said. "They caught it early- chances are I'll be fine."
Rachel wasn't convinced, but she squashed her uprising feelings of doubt and smiled. "Well, then... that's great!" she exclaimed, leaping up to hug them. Her arms enveloped Monica, and Chandler wrapped his around both of the women, squeezing then lightly before breaking away again.
Rachel smiled wider. "Well..." she said, glancing at the clock, "it's late. I'm gonna go to be- "She was interrupted by sounds, increasing in noise, from Joey's bedroom. Monica and Rachel both flushed pink, and Chandler hurried his fiancée out, giving Rachel a wry smile as the door shut behind them.
Rachel ran to the bathroom, emerging a minute later with cotton buds sticking slightly from her ears.
*~*~*
Chandler looked over the rim of his glasses as Monica re-entered the apartment, filing through the post with a look of light interest.
"Anything interesting?" he asked, closing the newspaper and putting it onto the table.
Monica looked up at him. "Well, unless you count bills as interesting..." she said, throwing the envelopes in his direction. "But I did get an advert for the new Wonder Mop model," she said happily, studying it with a smile.
Chandler laughed internally, and walked over to her, surprising her with a tickle, making her bend over, laughing in pain.
"Chandler!" she moaned, giggling. He smiled at her, and kissed her neck affectionately, putting his arms around her.
"You know you love me for it," he teased, kissing her cheek.
Monica smiled. "Maybe, but I'd love you a lot more if you didn't do it every day," she said, ducking out of his arms and running to her bedroom, laughing as he grabbed at her shirt, missing.
"Oh, honey, don't forget, we have that meeting with the wedding planner today," she called, over a rustling of clothes.
"I know," he called back, piling some magazines up on the coffee table, hoping Monica hadn't seen them. "I've got the afternoon off."
She came back into the living room. "And the morning too, by the looks of it," she said, indicating the clock, which read 9 am.
Chandler gave her a sarcastic look. "No..." he said, sitting down next to her on the couch, "It's a late start today, 'cause they're... remodeling offices, or something, and they don't need as many people in."
Monica frowned. "So what's the point of you going in at all?" she asked.
"Oh, there's some important meeting that I have to be at... and don't ask me why it's on while they're remodeling, my office is very weird," he said.
Monica shook her head in disbelief. "But you'll be there at one, right?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, smiling at her. She smiled back.
*~*~*
"So," said the wedding planner, Jennifer, "Where do you want to start?"
She sat opposite Chandler and Monica, hands joined between their chairs, hidden under the desk.
The room was flooded with light; the large windows behind Jennifer alight with a dancing sun, which was high in the sky. The sky was clear; the exact opposite of the weather just two days ago. There was not a cloud to be seen in the sky- it was a crystal clear blue, constantly the one color, almost like a blank canvas.
White walls in the room reflected light around the room, and light bounced off various framed pictures around the room. Monet, Rembrandt, Van Gogh... Jennifer was evidently big on art, thought Monica. She had met with Jennifer before, but never taken in the beauty of the office before. Maybe it had always been dark out before, she mused.
Monica had agreed to the idea of a wedding planner when she was diagnosed with cancer, admitting that it would be too much for her to handle all by herself. She had insisted that she still have a part in getting everything together- she had simply taken on some extra help. And Jennifer had turned out to be a good find. She was friendly, took interest in everything that was talked about, and, as Chandler pointed out to Monica's initial chagrin, she was not too bad on the eye.
Chandler's voice brought her back to the point at hand.
"... haven't settled on a location yet," he was saying. "We thought somewhere simple, not over the top," he said. "Maybe a hotel or something like that. We want it to be an understated ceremony, right Mon?" he asked, looking at her with a small smile.
She nodded. "Nothing too... elaborate," she said to Jennifer, who nodded.
"Right, well, a hotel sounds a good place for that, or you go for a favorite location, perhaps?" suggested Jennifer, looking up from her notes for a second.
Monica looked at Chandler. "What about the park?" she suggested, remembering their conversation in the rain.
He smiled, immediately indicating that he loved the idea.
"Yes?" asked Jennifer, smiling too, although with no idea of the significance of the park.
They both nodded, in sync.
Jennifer smiled, scribbling down a note. "Okay, excellent!" she exclaimed, smiling. "I'll make sure everything will be fine for the date you gave me last time," she said, pointing to it on her notes.
Monica leaned forward. "Yeah... can we change that?"
Jennifer looked up. "Oh... can I ask why?"
Chandler looked curious too, and they both looked at Monica.
"Well..." she said slowly, "It's just... I wanted to have it on a Wednesday, because, well.... I remembered that was the day of the week we first... got together," she said, blushing a little.
Chandler smiled in surprise, and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. Jennifer accepted it straight away and noted it down, smiling at them when she finished.
"So, that's Wednesday 16th May in Central Park?" asked Jennifer for confirmation, and they both nodded. She smiled. "Okay, great! Now, let's get started on the smaller details..."
Monica smiled happily as Jennifer started to discuss the catering arrangements. She looked at Chandler, who was listening intently to Jennifer, and she smiled.
Everything seemed to be going right again.
Chapter Six: And As The Rain, It Falls
A/N: And chapter 6 is finally here! Sorry, especially to Chris, that it took so long, but I had a busy few weeks, overloaded with schoolwork, and a small case of writer's block. But I'm back, and ready to write! Well, I've already written, as you can see.... Okay, shut up, David....
Now, to deal with the quibble of Monica being pregnant- as I posted in my profile: "Just a note: with regard to In A Lifetime, people have been saying that it is not possible to have breast cancer and be pregnant at the same time. But since Monica has not currently undergone any treatment, it is possible for her to be pregnant. I have done my research, and it is possible to have breast cancer and be pregnant at the same time, if not very common." Now, does that clear it up?
Thanks for all the great reviews, and I sincerely hope you will do so again. This is a more upbeat chapter, but don't expect it to last....
*~*~*
She watched the rain drip from the trees, falling onto the leaves, and then dropping as the leaves bent under the tiny weight of the droplets, curving downward, towards the earth.
They fell slowly, hitting the ground with a sound that echoed unnaturally loudly through her head, almost like shots, hitting her again and again.
He sat silently; seeming frozen beneath the canopy of trees, rain occasionally hitting him, but mostly steering clear. He didn't look up at anything, not even when a child running from his frazzled looking mother ran into his knees accidentally. The kid ran on, the mother shouting wearily after him, not bothering to apologise to the downcast looking man on the small park bench.
Monica stepped to the side as the kid ran past her, looking after him sorrowfully, and giving the mother a short smile, which was weakly returned.
Monica wished she had a kid she could get stressed out over. But she didn't want to be the only one who got stressed.
She wanted him, to help her in those times. Him, to be with her when she needed him.
Him, to not run away.
She watched him again, still unmoving on his harsh bench, and she sighed. Life had become so complicated.
Just two weeks ago she had sat on that very bench, becoming drenched by a thunderstorm, but she had been impervious to the rain.
She felt the rain push her hair against her damp skin, and she felt it. It felt almost like it were joined, seamlessly attached to her. She pushed it away, throwing her hair over her shoulder, and felt water fall off it to the ground.
She slowly began to walk toward the bench, her footsteps silent, and passed under a tall tree, the leaves dripping water onto her.
She cautiously took a seat next to him on the edge of the wood, folding her coat under her so her trousers did not become stained by the residue on the bench, and looked out onto the park, like Chandler had been. She studied the trees, the bushes, the flowers. She looked for the drops falling through the trees, and the sun hidden behind. Behind all this.
"I couldn't stay there," he said suddenly. He had given no sign of acknowledgement, and he didn't look at her, but she took this as his greeting.
"Why not?" she answered smoothly, but shaking inside.
He brushed a droplet off his knee, and looked down at a leaf, which blew gently past in the breeze. "It was- it was too much," he answered slowly.
Monica pulled her coat tighter around herself as the breeze blew harder, hitting her side, and blowing the worsening rain directly onto her cheeks. "What was?" she shivered.
"Everything," he answered simply. Monica said nothing, implying to Chandler that she didn't quite grasp what he was trying to say. "I mean.... Monica, I could barely cope with the cancer, and now the baby.... it's too hard, Mon," he said, a hint of hurt entering his voice. Both were still facing forward, Monica watching the leaves gust in the wind, Chandler staring intently at the ground, oddly intrigued by a squashed piece of gum.
Monica swallowed. "I don't understand, Chandler.... I mean, it's me that this is all happening to. Not you."
"I know," said Chandler quietly. "And I'm amazed that you're strong enough to cope with all this, Mon. Because I can't." He paused; trying to phrase his next words before letting his lips release them into the waiting air. "You know how I'd freak out if you were pregnant full stop, but to have it come at the same time as you having cancer...." He trailed off, knowing she had understood.
She stayed silent for a while, trying to take in his words at the same time as manufacturing a response.
"Chandler," she said softly, daring to lightly touch his hand, which lay on his thigh. She did this nervously; scared he may recoil after having sat there in solitude for over an hour. But he did nothing but move his hand over it, rubbing it, warming the blood flowing through it. "You're not like you used to be. You know how I know that?" She paused, but he said nothing. "Because you admit that it would freak you out," she whispered, her damp hair brushing his cheek as she turned her head. "You never used to admit that. But you just did. And that... it's the first sign that you're not as scared as you'd like to think." She stopped, breathing silently in, watching Chandler's face.
He slowly turned his eyes upward, and they met Monica's shining blue ones. He didn't smile; his face showed a silent burning love for her. She saw it deep inside his eyes, inside his very soul. She smiled lightly at him, her lips curling upwards beautifully. Chandler marvelled at how such a small change in expression could make his heartbeat go a hundred times faster.
"But...." he said tentatively, and she looked up, her expression curious. "It's still hard." He shifted his position so his body faced his fiancée.
She smiled. "I know," she said, touching his cheek lightly. "But you can do it. And I need you to do it," she said, rubbing his hand, now resting on the liquid-covered bench. "I know I didn't exactly run away, but this is going to be hard, Chandler. And I love you. I need you to get me through. If you're not there... I don't know what I'll do."
He smiled at her, watching her lips curl upward again, and he touched his lips to hers, meeting in a tender, soft kiss. She closed her eyes, letting his wet hands caress her damp hair, feeling the rain fall onto them, making soft pattering sounds as it fell onto her coat.
They slowly broke apart, still feeling the other's touch on their hungry lips.
"This was where I sat," whispered Monica, her hand enclosed in his. "When I found out, I came here to think." She closed her eyes. "It was raining," she said quietly. "Remember?" she asked. "I came home soaked, and you were so concerned.... And then later, I told you I had cancer. How ironic," she said, opening her eyes again and looking at the floor.
He pulled her close, and spoke into her ear, even though the park was deserted in the worsening rainstorm, it was now. "Monica...." he said, "I'd worry about you if a bug was on your coat, okay? I'd worry if you burnt a meal at the restaurant. I'd worry if you dropped your book on your foot. I love you so much," he whispered, kissing her hair affectionately, and she smiled up at him, her head resting on his chest.
"I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand. And she let the rain pour down on her- it didn't matter if she got soaked, because he was there with her, getting soaked too.
*~*~*
Monica lightly tapped at the green door, not wanting to disturb any activity. After a few seconds, the door creaked open, and Rachel stood there, a questioning look on her face.
"Hi," she greeted. "What's up? It's almost midnight," she said, indicating the clock behind her.
"I know," said Monica hurriedly. "But we need to talk to you," she said, and Rachel stepped back.
"Is Joey in?" asked Chandler.
Rachel coughed. "Yeah, but he's.... he's kinda busy right now," she said obviously, her point affirmed by a series of giggles floating from Joey's bedroom.
Monica smiled, shaking her head. "Okay," she laughed. "Well, we... we have some news," she said, and motioned for Rachel to sit. She and Chandler took up seats on the green breakfast stools, while Rachel settled into the barcalounger.
"What is it?" asked Rachel, leaning forward in interest.
Chandler looked to Monica.
"Well..." she said slowly, "I'm pregnant."
Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" she said.
"We're pregnant," repeated Chandler. "Something's not getting through, Mon," he joked, making Monica smile.
Rachel looked confused. "B-But how-how can you be pr-pregnant?" she stuttered in bewilderment. "I mean, even if you were, wouldn't all the radio waves and stuff have... killed it?" she asked, frowning.
"I haven't had any radiotherapy or anything yet, so it wouldn't have been killed. The doctor said she's just glad that we found out about the baby before we started any treatment like that," said Monica.
Rachel continued to frown. "Are you keeping it?" she asked.
"I think so," replied Monica, looking to Chandler.
He nodded. "It was a little scary at first," he admitted, "but... it's right."
Rachel didn't look happy. "But what if-"she stopped dead, realizing what she was about to say.
"What if what?" asked Monica.
Rachel looked away. "Well... what if you... don't get through it without needing some kind of radio treatment?" she asked, concern filling her face.
Chandler looked at Monica. She smiled.
"The doctor said that I should be fine without needing that stuff, Rach," she said. "They caught it early- chances are I'll be fine."
Rachel wasn't convinced, but she squashed her uprising feelings of doubt and smiled. "Well, then... that's great!" she exclaimed, leaping up to hug them. Her arms enveloped Monica, and Chandler wrapped his around both of the women, squeezing then lightly before breaking away again.
Rachel smiled wider. "Well..." she said, glancing at the clock, "it's late. I'm gonna go to be- "She was interrupted by sounds, increasing in noise, from Joey's bedroom. Monica and Rachel both flushed pink, and Chandler hurried his fiancée out, giving Rachel a wry smile as the door shut behind them.
Rachel ran to the bathroom, emerging a minute later with cotton buds sticking slightly from her ears.
*~*~*
Chandler looked over the rim of his glasses as Monica re-entered the apartment, filing through the post with a look of light interest.
"Anything interesting?" he asked, closing the newspaper and putting it onto the table.
Monica looked up at him. "Well, unless you count bills as interesting..." she said, throwing the envelopes in his direction. "But I did get an advert for the new Wonder Mop model," she said happily, studying it with a smile.
Chandler laughed internally, and walked over to her, surprising her with a tickle, making her bend over, laughing in pain.
"Chandler!" she moaned, giggling. He smiled at her, and kissed her neck affectionately, putting his arms around her.
"You know you love me for it," he teased, kissing her cheek.
Monica smiled. "Maybe, but I'd love you a lot more if you didn't do it every day," she said, ducking out of his arms and running to her bedroom, laughing as he grabbed at her shirt, missing.
"Oh, honey, don't forget, we have that meeting with the wedding planner today," she called, over a rustling of clothes.
"I know," he called back, piling some magazines up on the coffee table, hoping Monica hadn't seen them. "I've got the afternoon off."
She came back into the living room. "And the morning too, by the looks of it," she said, indicating the clock, which read 9 am.
Chandler gave her a sarcastic look. "No..." he said, sitting down next to her on the couch, "It's a late start today, 'cause they're... remodeling offices, or something, and they don't need as many people in."
Monica frowned. "So what's the point of you going in at all?" she asked.
"Oh, there's some important meeting that I have to be at... and don't ask me why it's on while they're remodeling, my office is very weird," he said.
Monica shook her head in disbelief. "But you'll be there at one, right?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, smiling at her. She smiled back.
*~*~*
"So," said the wedding planner, Jennifer, "Where do you want to start?"
She sat opposite Chandler and Monica, hands joined between their chairs, hidden under the desk.
The room was flooded with light; the large windows behind Jennifer alight with a dancing sun, which was high in the sky. The sky was clear; the exact opposite of the weather just two days ago. There was not a cloud to be seen in the sky- it was a crystal clear blue, constantly the one color, almost like a blank canvas.
White walls in the room reflected light around the room, and light bounced off various framed pictures around the room. Monet, Rembrandt, Van Gogh... Jennifer was evidently big on art, thought Monica. She had met with Jennifer before, but never taken in the beauty of the office before. Maybe it had always been dark out before, she mused.
Monica had agreed to the idea of a wedding planner when she was diagnosed with cancer, admitting that it would be too much for her to handle all by herself. She had insisted that she still have a part in getting everything together- she had simply taken on some extra help. And Jennifer had turned out to be a good find. She was friendly, took interest in everything that was talked about, and, as Chandler pointed out to Monica's initial chagrin, she was not too bad on the eye.
Chandler's voice brought her back to the point at hand.
"... haven't settled on a location yet," he was saying. "We thought somewhere simple, not over the top," he said. "Maybe a hotel or something like that. We want it to be an understated ceremony, right Mon?" he asked, looking at her with a small smile.
She nodded. "Nothing too... elaborate," she said to Jennifer, who nodded.
"Right, well, a hotel sounds a good place for that, or you go for a favorite location, perhaps?" suggested Jennifer, looking up from her notes for a second.
Monica looked at Chandler. "What about the park?" she suggested, remembering their conversation in the rain.
He smiled, immediately indicating that he loved the idea.
"Yes?" asked Jennifer, smiling too, although with no idea of the significance of the park.
They both nodded, in sync.
Jennifer smiled, scribbling down a note. "Okay, excellent!" she exclaimed, smiling. "I'll make sure everything will be fine for the date you gave me last time," she said, pointing to it on her notes.
Monica leaned forward. "Yeah... can we change that?"
Jennifer looked up. "Oh... can I ask why?"
Chandler looked curious too, and they both looked at Monica.
"Well..." she said slowly, "It's just... I wanted to have it on a Wednesday, because, well.... I remembered that was the day of the week we first... got together," she said, blushing a little.
Chandler smiled in surprise, and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. Jennifer accepted it straight away and noted it down, smiling at them when she finished.
"So, that's Wednesday 16th May in Central Park?" asked Jennifer for confirmation, and they both nodded. She smiled. "Okay, great! Now, let's get started on the smaller details..."
Monica smiled happily as Jennifer started to discuss the catering arrangements. She looked at Chandler, who was listening intently to Jennifer, and she smiled.
Everything seemed to be going right again.