Monica wandered the halls of the grand mansion. She could hear the rain pounding on the roof. So this was New York. It was a totally different world for a plantation girl raised in the South. This was her place now by her husband.

Her ring sparkled as she held it up to the crystal chandelier.The candles glowed through the glass dangles . Outside she could hear the hoof beats on the cobblestone streets.

She had tried to force down some food as the Bing heir bounced in her stomach. Happiness was not the word to describe it, ectasty was. She was pregnant with her and Chandler's first child. More than anything she wanted that baby to have the bluest of eyes and the sandy colored hair of his father. A boy, Rachel had a boy. Now she wished for one as well.

"I couldn't stay at work today." Chandler said as he came through the door. "I know you are probably going to be ready soon, so I thought my place is with you."

Chandler had been discharged as well as Ross. The friendship was reconciled after both of them realized they could do no more for the glorious cause. Chandler had invited the Gellers to New York so there could be a proper wedding. Charles welcomed his new daughter in law warmly.

"I knew you would need me soon." smiled Phoebe . Phoebe moved to New York following the couple's wedding in Maryland. She kind of took care of Monica. She was overjoyed when Monica became pregnant and learned about babies rather quickly. Phoebe would be the midwife to bring this baby into the world.

Chandler laid Monica down so she could rest. He picked up the paper and read the happy news. Lee had surrendered at Appamattox Court House to Grant. The war was over. He could hear the revelers in the streets and wished they could keep it down so his precious wife could rest.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He rose from his chair and opened it. It was his dear war buddy Joey still in his uniform.

"The war is over, we won!!!" he screamed.

"Please keep it down, Monica is resting, " he whispered. All of a sudden you could hear her screams coming from the bedroom. Chandler and Joey ran to the top of the stairs.

"This woman is giving birth, and you choose to drink, how typical.for men." Phoebe said as she shook her head. "Give me some of that for Monica and me." she said as she grabbed the bottle.

"She's a feisty one," said Joey.

"She was the one who got Monica and me together in the first place. Well her and Ross." Chandler said.

"Ross, wasn't he that soldier in Gettysburg?" Joey wondered.

"Yes Monica's brother." Chandler said. More screams could be coming from the room as the candles flickered. Monica had sweat running down her face as Phoebe wiped her with a cloth. The pain was unbearable as each contraction hit. It killed Chandler to see the woman he loved in so much pain.

Phoebe tried to steady Monica herself. Her father was a veternarian before he left them, so she was familiar with animal births. Chandler peeked in the door and Monica yelled in pain again.

She felt something. It was the baby coming through her tiny body. A little round head was poking through the Monica's gown. Phoebe slid it out and there was a red face with two eyes. With a startle Phoebe smacked it's little baby butt and it began to cry.

"It's a boy, " she said. "Okay you men can come in now." Chandler walked to the side of the bed as Monica held his little son. He had his mother's dark hair and his father's blue eyes.

"We'll call him Jack after your dad Monica, Jack Bing." he smiled.