*I am sorry. This is another chapter of Mon at Chandler's house. I just couldn't resist, it's too cute. You'll seE a lot of Chandlers childhood here. :)*
Monica decided to let Chandler sleep, and closed the door before going downstairs. She went into the kitchen and made him a sandwich. Hopefully he'd be hungry when he woke up. She left the sandwich on the counter and walked around the house. She went into the living room and saw his backpack thrown messily on the floor. She opened it up and put his stuff that had fallen out back in. She took his old letters out and searched through them, throwing out the ones she knew he didn't need. She pulled his shirt out and breathed in his scent. She loved that guy to bits. She zipped his bag back up and put it on it's hook, having a proper look around the living room. A picture caught her eye and she walked over, a smile spreading on her face instantly. It was a couple, one of them she recognised as Nora, and the other she presumed was Chandler's father. The best part was, they were holding a baby who was smiling. That was by no doubt Chandler. He had hardly changed. She looked around and saw another picture, where Chandler must have been about 3 or 4. He was next to Goofy at Disney land, wearing a Mickey Mouse hat that was too big for him, so all you could see was his grin. And boy was he grinning. She noticed as she watched Chandler grow up through pictures, that around the age six he learned to pull funny faces. Intact in almost every photo past age six, he was pulling some sort of funny face. She laughed particularly at a picture of Chandler and his dad building something, Chandler around age eight. His dad was holding the wood up and doing a good job of it, but Chandler had the most confused face ever. She looked at the last picture, which he would've been about 13. It was a school photo, but he was smiling normally. She picked it up and studied the boy in the picture. He hasn't changed.
"They told me off for pulling a stupid face." Chandler said from the stairs, and for the second time that day Monica nearly dropped what she was holding. She span around to face him.
"Stop doing that!" She said, and he laughed, taking the photo off her and putting it back after having a look at it himself. "Your mom seriously took a photo a year of you?" Monica asked.
"More. These are just her yearly ones. I'm an only child so I guess she wanted as many as possible." Chandler said.
"Where's your birth photo?" Monica asked, and Chandler thought for a bit before picking an album off the shelves and handing it to her.
"Behold, my first breath, blink, sneeze... Everything." He said. Monica took it off him and sat down, opening it on her lap. The first photo was obviously a one where Chandler had just been born. He was still in the hospital.
"Aw, weren't you cute," Monica said.
"Were?" Chandler asked.
"Are. Sorry," Monica giggled. "What's this?" She said, pointing to something next to the photo.
"That's my hospital bracelet. My mom kept everything." Monica smiled at the tiny bracelet.
"My parents didn't even take one photo of me. I only have my school ones but they're in my room." Monica said. Chandler smiled at her sadly.
"Now why wouldn't someone want your beautiful face everywhere?" He asked, and Monica smiled.
"What's that?" Monica asked, pointing to a grey lump.
"That," Chandler said, turning it over to show a tiny handprint was in the clay on the other side "is my first creation." Monica smiled and took his hand.
"Your hands have grown." She said.
"I should hope they have." He smiled. They spent the rest of the day basically looking through his childhood, Chandler leaning over Monica to name his relatives.
"That's my cousin Michelle. She's horrible." He said.
"How?" Monica asked.
"I'm the youngest child in the family, she's the second youngest. She used to torture me with that but I'm taller now so she leaves me alone!" Chandler said.
"What's she doing in the picture?" Monica asked.
"She's pulling my hair. She's a lovely child you know," Chandler said. He turned the page to a recent photo.
"That's my mom's friends daughter Marrisa. She's the cutest baby you'll ever meet." Chandler said, pointing to the picture of him aged around 11 holding a baby. Monica smiled.
"You'll make a great dad someday." She said.