Hey, thanks for all the reviews. Sorry it took me a couple of days to update, but I've worked every day this week, plus school and I've been a little swamped. This is part two of the story Daddy, and in this chapter, it has been a month since they became friends.

Daddy: Chapter 2

Chandler Bing groaned, as he rubbed the sides of his head. He was lying in his bed and he could hear little Winter screaming for him from her crib across the room. He sighed as he got up from his bed and slowly made his way over to her, careful not to trip on anything.

Winter Bing lay on her back in her crib, her Santa teddy bear sitting beside her, and the moment she saw her father standing above her she stopped crying and smiled. Chandler smiled back at her with a yawn.

"Hiya, angel," He yawned, reaching into the crib and picking up his small daughter. He rocked her smoothly in his arms for a moment before leaving the bedroom and making his way into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle from the fridge and put it in the microwave, setting the time for 24 seconds, exactly as Winter liked her milk. "You're growing so fast now, aren't you?" he whispered to her, and she smiled at him, with his own bright shining, blue eyes. "I'm going to call Grandma in the morning and tell her that you have your first doctor's appointment coming up soon, she wants to come and see us." He took the bottle out of the microwave and, after testing it on his arm, carefully started to feed Winter, walking over to the rocking chair in the living room and sitting down.

"In just a few weeks it's Thanksgiving," he explained. Winter was still giving him her undivided attention. Well, as undivided as a three month old could manage, at least. "Your Grandma should be coming down for that. She's in Spain right now, promoting a book. I'm not going to tell you anything about the book, though, because, well let's just say that Grandma has an interesting job and makes sure to always, er, keep things interesting." Chandler scrunched up his face. "It's exciting. Your very first Thanksgiving. I know that right now you don't know what Thanksgiving is, but let's just say this: Thanksgiving is the only day of the year that your Grandma will actually cook dinner." He chuckled.

Chandler sighed as he watched Winter drink her milk. It was true that he hated Thanksgiving, even if his mom had always tried to make it special after the divorce, but he did not want Winter growing up and hating such an important holiday. He came out of his reverie when Winter reached up and poked his chin. He looked down and she was finished her bottle and waiting to be burped. Chandler yawned, and then lifted her to his shoulder to do just that.

The next morning, Chandler was sitting in the living room reading his textbook. He was having absolutely no trouble with his courses and he was glad that he was doing alright with so little spare time. Winter was in the bedroom fast asleep in her morning nap.

Chandler was forced to look up when the phone rang. He quickly grabbed it, not wanting it to wake up his daughter.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Chandler? Hi, sweetheart, it's mom," floated the soft, feminine voice of his mother over the phone.

Chandler smiled and sat back in his seat. "Hey, mom," he replied, "How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good, but I've got some bad news sweetie,"

Chandler bit his lip, Great, he thought, this should be good. "What is it, mom?" He asked.

There was a long pause, and Chandler could have easily guessed what that meant. "You're not coming back for Thanksgiving, are you?" he asked.

Nora Bing sighed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I've got this new book tour coming up and if I don't go then they aren't going to publish the book. It's really important."

"More important than your son and granddaughter?" Chandler asked, with a hint of anger and hurt in his voice.

"Chandler, you know that that isn't true," Nora told him sadly, "You know that I want to be there with you…."

"Then why won't you be?" Chandler almost yelled. "You promised that you would be here for Winter's first Thanksgiving! What are you missing Christmas, too?" he said angrily, "You know you have sold thirteen books already, does one book not getting published right at this moment really affect anything?"

"Chandler Muriel Bing," Nora scorned, "Don't you dare talk to me that way. Yes it does matter, because if you can't remember, I pay for your school tuition, and I pay for everything that Winter needs, your food, her food, her clothes, her diapers. Without me and my career you wouldn't be able to raise her!"

Chandler hung up. He couldn't believe that he had done this, but he had indeed hung up on his mother. It was true that without Nora, he wouldn't be able to be raising his daughter, and he thanks her for it, but thinking of Winter having a terrible first Thanksgiving was just as bad as hanging up on his mother in his opinion.

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Chandler had to admit that he had never really gotten along with his mother, but she didn't judge him when he told her that his girlfriend was pregnant (then again, she had had him when she was only 17, so maybe she felt that she didn't have the right to judge him) and she gave him all the money that he needs to take proper care of his little girl.

He stood up and walked over to the bedroom, walking over to Winter's crib and looking down at her. She laid peacefully, her arms wrapped gleefully around Santa Bear. He sighed. It didn't matter what he needed right now, all that mattered now was keeping Winter happy. And when he had hung up on his mother, Winter's grandma, he hadn't really been thinking about her happiness, he had been thinking about his anger at her for implying that he couldn't take care of his daughter without her. But she was right, he couldn't take care of her without Nora.

He walked back out into the living room and sat on the couch staring at the phone for about ten minutes before picking it up and dialing.

After about four rings, the phone was picked up. "Hello?" Came the voice on the other end.

"Hey, mom," Chandler sighed, "It's me."

Ross Geller sat in his parent's living room with them and his younger sister, Monica. They were planning this year's Thanksgiving feast.

"So, Ross," Judy Geller said nonchalantly, not bothering to look up from the notebook of recipes that she was looking at. "Any new friends at school?" She looked up at him now.

Ross smiled, "Yeah, I met this really great guy just over a month ago. He's my best friend now, he's just so nice and I have never met anyone so funny. Very sarcastic, but funny."

Ross smiled at his sister, who smiled back. "That's great, Ross," Monica said.

"Yeah," Ross replied, nodding. "He's your age, Mon," he said, "He skipped the fifth and sixth grade."

Judy raised her eyebrows, "Oh, so he's very intellectual like you are, I guess, Ross."

Ross smiled, "Yeah, he is. You should meet him sometime, he's really great, and you should see him with his daughter it's---" Ross trailed off and his eyes went wide as he realized what he had said. Great, he thought, now they're going to officially hate him.

"His daughter?" Judy said, standing up abruptly. "Ross, I don't want you hanging out with some sixteen year old delinquent parent!"

"Mom," Ross replied, "He's really great. He knows that he made mistakes, but he takes care of and loves his daughter Winter more than anything in the world, and she just adores him. I have so much respect for him because he's so young, he's a single parent because Winter's mom left the second she was born, and he's trying to get a degree for a career that he knows that he's going to hate but also knows that pays well so that he can take good care of her. You should see him, mom, it's just amazing what he goes through and still comes out with a smile on his face and a joke just waiting to come out of his mouth!"

Judy and Jack looked at each other unsure of what to say. Ross knew that they obviously still didn't know about Ross' friendship with the young father, but at least they seemed to be thinking about it. Monica, however, was looking at Ross in awe. She clearly seemed to think that Chandler must really be a pretty amazing guy to be able to do what he's doing. Ross sighed after ten minutes of utter silence.

"I'll call you next week,"

And with those words he left the house, leaving his shocked family behind.

Hey, I am so glad that you like my fic so much! Thank you for the absolutely wonderful reviews and I hope to get more because they are just the sweetest motivation. I have had this story idea in my head for so long I decided to see if anyone else thought that it was a good one and I'm so glad you do! Thanks a lot, TickTockNelly