A/N: Holy wow, it's such a nice feeling to finally, finally mark this fic as completed!

Thank you for the wonderful reviews of the previous chapters! I received a few guest reviews asking for the story to be continued further. I'm just going to be honest – I have no idea how to do that here. I have no more material left for this story. I'm so sorry. But this chapter does cover quite a bit of C&M's future, so I hope you'll enjoy that :)

Just a clarification regarding the wedding scene in this chapter – Chandler does not take off here. Taking off from your wedding when you actually have a child with the woman would be the epitome of a-hole-ry.

My special thanks to Lizard, RicardianScholar Clark-Weasley, dancer cherrybug, and matteney for still being there and still being so wonderfully supportive even after all these years :)

And of course, thanks to WendyCR72 who beta-read this chapter.

Forever and a Day

Epilogue

One-year-old Erica just did not understand what the fuss was all about. Her uncle and grandparents kept carrying her from one room to the next in a place that she had never been to before. Her aunties, Phoebe and Rachel, fluttered excitedly around her mother, who was now in a long, shiny dress, the skirt of which she really wanted to twist her fingers around, but her grandma held her back from doing that.

She hadn't seen her father much all day, which was really worrying, but the grandma who held her now - the one with a rather deep voice - she had a wonderful, teething necklace with white beads around her neck, and chewing on that really helped her calm herself down.

"Charles," her yet another grandmother tsked, "be careful, she might swallow a pearl." With that, the mean grandma pulled the necklace away from Erica's tiny fist, and that's when she lost it. This was all too much.

Her inconsolable wails resonated through the room and tears streamed down her face. Her mother, who had left the room a minute ago, rushed to her and took her away from her grandma. In just a few seconds, she felt herself calming down as mommy held her to her chest and rubbed her back soothingly, rocking her.

"It's okay, sweetheart," her mother whispered against her hair. "Everything's going to be okay. Mommy is here now."

She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of her mother's embrace, but she felt something rise from her tummy when her mother jostled her a bit. A moment later, her mother froze still. She heard her ask someone, "She just spit up on my neck, didn't she?"

~.~

Monica had dreamed of her perfect wedding day since she was eight years old. But now that the day was finally here, it felt far from perfect. It looked like almost everything that could go wrong was going wrong.

Charles and Nora kept bickering with each other, Erica had been fussy all day, the wedding gown was getting all wrinkled from handling the crabby baby, and she now had a pale yellow spit-up stain on her neckline that looked very visible to her, even though everyone else assured her that it wasn't.

The most worrying of all was, she had heard Ross and the girls whispering something about Joey getting held up at his shooting. Joey – their officiant – was not there to officiate the wedding. She had tried to pry further information from the three, but Erica had started screaming, so she'd had to leave them, and now her brother and the bridesmaids were missing from the room.

It was silly, but she missed Chandler. She hadn't seen him since the previous night, and the stress and the tension of the day left her longing for the moment when she would be in his arms again.

Just when she started considering sneaking out of her own room and into his, Ross returned with a relieved grin and told her that Joey was back from the set and that the wedding would proceed as per schedule.

She smiled back widely, her only thought being that she would see him soon.

~.~

Her mother was saying something about her grandmother not being there, her father whispered that he loved her, Erica giggled from Rachel's arms as she tried to grab the bouquet from Phoebe's grasp.

All that she could focus on was only him, though. He rocked back on his heels when he saw her, and his face broke into a brilliant smile that made her feel breathless, as if her heart were about to burst with uncontainable happiness.

He walked down to her with the smile intact. Taking her hand in his, he kissed her knuckle and told her that she looked beautiful and that he loved her. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She slipped the ring onto his finger, and he held her hands without letting go as he glided the wedding band onto her own finger. When he kissed her for the first time that day, for the first time ever as her husband, the cool metal of his ring pressed against the skin on her back in the best way possible.

She knew then that she had found everything that she'd ever been looking for her whole life because here he was – her prince, her soulmate, her friend.

~.~

Monica started working again, and they enrolled Erica in a daycare. Life settled into an easy rhythm post the nuptials.

Monica being a stickler for schedules paid off in leaps and bounds when it came to Erica. Once they'd realized that toddlers thrived on routine, they had come up with a daily bedtime ritual for their daughter, who went to bed at seven o'clock every night, which gave her parents a few hours of alone time that they both really relished.

On one such night, she had her feet up on her husband's lap, reading a book, while he sat at the other end of the sofa, his nose buried in a magazine.

"Hey," he closed his magazine suddenly and tugged at her sock, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She closed her own book and held it to her chest.

"Is this supposed to be this easy?"

She blinked in confusion. "Is... what supposed to be this easy?"

"The whole 'being in love, raising a child, having a happy marriage' triad," he shrugged. "Because let me tell you," he continued seriously, "being married to you has turned me into a huge fan of the whole concept. I'm going to start recommending it to all my friends." He was grinning now and she returned it happily.

"You're going to recommend being married to me to all your friends?" she chuckled, leaning over to place the book on the coffee table.

"Ah," he shook his head, his grin turning into something softer. He threw the magazine onto the table and pulled himself over her with his arms on either side of her. "I'm the only man who'll ever be lucky enough to call you my wife." He kissed her on the lips.

Over the years that they had been together, she had watched him grow out of his insecurity and defensiveness, and now he had no reservations when it came to revealing his feelings to her. The depth of his emotions, when he bared it to her, still disconcerted her at times, though.

When she brushed her fingers against his cheek, he kissed her again, more slowly, before he pulled away and moved to lie down behind her on the couch. She turned around to face him.

"Seriously, though." He picked up the thread of the conversation again. "Is it really supposed to be this easy?" He looked at her, worried. "Are we doing something wrong here?"

She knew what he meant. Life and marriage, at that moment, did feel rather effortless; like sleight of hand, as if they were performing a well-practiced trick together.

She shook her head, smiling. "It actually means we're doing it right." She wrapped her arm around him and nestled against him, her ear to his heart. "When you're with the right person, it is supposed to be this easy."

~.~

Every parent thought that their child was beautiful. Blue-eyed like her parents (although Monica insisted that it was all Chandler), and her hair almost as dark as Monica's, they knew it to be true when it came to their own daughter.

Erica was developing a distinct personality of her own with each passing day – a few traits from her mother, a few from her father, and some that left both of them flummoxed as to from whom she'd acquired.

Thoroughly clean and oddly well-organized for an almost-two-year-old, she seemed to possess an immense fondness for her father's humor, squealing and giggling with open adoration for him and always enjoying any new game that he invented for her.

Their friends spoiled her with affection and acted like children themselves, with just as much impulse-control, when it came to her. Considering all that, the amount of criminally expensive toys that they got her for her second birthday was not really a surprise.

Once Erica went down for the night, exhausted from all the excitement of the day, her parents hid half the toys away and cleaned the post-birthday-party mess quietly. When the apartment was clean to her satisfaction, Monica turned to find Chandler standing at the open doorway of Erica's room, leaning against the side.

She had seen him do this often. Watching him look at their child like that made all the effort that she had put into bringing their daughter into the world wholly worth it. She smiled to herself before she made her way to where he was standing. When she did, he pulled her to his front, intertwined their hands together, and hugged her to him.

"A two-year-old who voluntarily eats her peas and loves broccoli." He placed his chin on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck. "We lucked out with this one."

She nodded and pulled his arms around her tighter, gazing at her daughter through the dimness of the room. "Two years old. Can you believe it?" she whispered as he shook his head. "She is losing all that baby chubbiness..." she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "I miss my squishy, little-baby Erica."

"I know," he nodded, and they stayed quiet for several seconds, fondly looking at their sleeping daughter. "Mon?" his hesitant voice broke the moment a few seconds later.

"Hmm?" She tilted her face back to look at him.

"I want another baby." He said it so softly and sincerely that it made her heart skip several beats.

Her period had returned once she had weaned Erica almost a year ago, and after some discussion, they had decided for her to stop getting the birth-control shots and to rely solely on condoms. The implicit understanding between them had been that even if there were to be another accidental pregnancy, it wouldn't be the end of the world. It might even be serendipitous.

They had discussed having at least two children, but she hadn't expected this from him now. She turned around in his arms with a surprised smile. "You do?"

"We've always talked about having another baby in the future," he shrugged bashfully, "I'm not saying it has to be now, but I'm starting to think that we can handle it," he kissed her. "We're good," he nodded, slowly pulling back. "We're really, really good."

There was no denying that.

"We are pretty good," she nodded back, grinning widely. "I think we're ready too..." She felt a nervous twitch in her stomach as she said it, but his answering kiss made it disappear.

When he got beside her into their bed later that night, she pulled him closer and twisted the hem of his shirt before she murmured, "So I did some period math."

"Mm-hmm?" He wasn't waiting for her answer. He was already pushing one of the thin, offending straps of her camisole down her shoulder.

"We could start trying now," she suggested as she tugged his shirt up and over his head.

"Already working on it, Mon," he mumbled against her lips, and she giggled. "How about we try the whole 'planned pregnancy' thing for a change, huh?"

Just when she was about to tell him how cheesy that line was, his lips were at the hollow of her throat, and she was hard-pressed to remember her own name.

~.~

It didn't take very long this time, either. All it took was just two months of planning and trying, the planning part of which she enjoyed almost as much as the trying part.

Looking at herself in the mirror the morning her period was late, she knew it instinctively. From the look on his face as he gazed at her during breakfast, his eyes only on her even as their friends and daughter clamored around the dining table, she realized that he knew it too.

She had the tell-tale glow.

He bought a whole bunch of pregnancy tests when he came home from work that evening, and she took one into the bathroom after Erica went down for the night. He came in after a few minutes and kissed her gently on the cheek and held her hand as they waited out the stipulated three minutes.

She remembered how alone and scared she'd felt doing this exact thing the last time. This time though, she had him by her side, and this time, she was hoping for the test to turn pink.

When it did so after two minutes, she looked at him and quietly said, "Oh God..."

"Oh my God," he breathed, astonished. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were glassy, and his mouth spread into a slow, ecstatic grin. He swept her up into his arms and kissed her in a way that left no doubt of his happiness.

~.~

This pregnancy was much harder than the first one had been. She felt constantly nauseous, and the bigger her belly grew, every joint in the lower half of her body ached more and more. But other than the sometimes-unbearable discomfort, the pregnancy itself was a boring, uneventful one, as ideal pregnancies ought to be.

He rubbed her back and belly every night and talked to the baby lovingly. They decided not to find out the sex this time as well.

One night, he tenderly stroked her bump, feeling the baby move. "If it's another girl," he told her, his expression solemn, "we're stealing 'Emma' back from Rachel." He then brushed a kiss against the spot where the baby was kicking.

Fortunately for Rachel, the baby turned out to be a boy. They named him Daniel.

"He has your blue eyes," Chandler told her with a euphoric grin, his own eyes shiny and bright.

As Monica watched from her place on the hospital bed, her husband and daughter softly cooed to the newest member of their family. She knew that no other baby would ever be as loved as Daniel was at that moment.

When Erica leaned down to place a kiss on Daniel's little forehead, Chandler looked at her over their children and smiled. "I love you," he mouthed.

This is it, her heart told her truthfully, this is it.

Her happily forever after. Forever and a day.

~.~.~

A/N: There we have it, folks! Forever and a Day is now complete after, well, forever and a day. This chapter has been almost nine years in the making. Despite being one of my very first fics, this has always been the most traffic-receiving story of mine. I think it just goes to show you that Mondler pregnancy fics are not going out of style anytime soon. This was so nice to write after all the angst that's been going on in Of Life and Love. And after all the heartbreak that they go through trying to conceive on the show, I think it's a nice change of pace.

To every past, present, and future reader – thank you. I hope you enjoyed this ride as much as I did :)