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Monica's Point of View

I slammed the door.

They were right. I should tell Chandler about the baby, but how could I? I can't tell him about the baby. It would only make him stay. I want him to stay, but I want him to stay because he wants to. Not because he has to.

I look around and I find him in front of the tv. He was staring at door of our bedroom. He looks over at me and smiles. I missed the way he looked at me. I know it's just been hours, but it feels like it's been a lifetime. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wanted him to remember me like this. Smiling.

"We had so much good memories in that room." He laughs.

"Yeah I know."

"Do you remember when we were still a secret?" He walks over to me. I noticed that he emphasized on 'we' which I found really cute.

"Yeah...that was fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah..."

"What was your favorite part?" He smiled.

Chandler was still Chandler. He was still him; funny, sarcastic, sweet, kind, loving. I could go on and on.

He placed his hands on my waist. Closing the gap between our bodies.
"Y'know about us." He added.

"I loved every second of it. The sex was really fun, but to be honest, I kind of liked it more when we were just cuddling and kissing and more...Y'know..intimate." I rested my forehead on his, so there were only a few millimeters keeping us from kissing.

We were staring at each other's eyes. God. I just wanna kiss him. I closed my eyes and I leaned forward. I can feel him breathing. I felt his hand slowly moving up to my shoulder. I placed my hand on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat. I slowly leaned over and kissed him. He kissed me back, but it wasn't the same. This kiss was more intimate. It was more passion and love than lust. It was better than our first kiss, and it didn't seem like it was our last. He slowly pulled back. I licked my lips and he giggled.

"Ill miss this" He whispered.

"Then don't go"

He looks at the balcony and starts walking. He signals me to follow him, so I do.

"Mon" He mumbled.

I laughed "I know what you're gonna say."

He caressed my cheek and tucked my hair in my ears. "This isn't a joke! I'm really leaving."

"I know"

It hurt to say that. I knew that he was leaving, and that nothing can make him stay, but I wanted him to. I need him to.

"I don't get it Mon! I love you, and I want to be with you, but how come I can't go through with this?"

"Are you kidding? CAUSE THIS ISNT FUNNY!" I yelled. I tried to hold back my tears.

"I'm not kidding"

Every word he says pisses me off. I don't get it. If he loves me then why can't he marry me?

I faked a smile and I started to walk away. He didn't say anything. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug.

"Chand-"

"Shhh"

I couldn't stop crying. I know whats happening. He's trying to say goodbye. He cupped my face and kissed my nose.

"Can you stay a little longer?" I whispered.

He kissed my temple and nodded. I saw a tear fall from his eye. He grabbed my hand

"Come on" We ran to our bedroom.

He started kissing me passionately. I can feel the kiss getting deeper and deeper, so I pulled back.

"What?"

We were already half dressed. I was only wearing my body con dress that I was under my red dress earlier, and he was wearing his white undershirt and his cute blue boxers.

"I know that this is what you wanna do on our last night, but this is already what we did when we started our relationship. I don't wanna think that our entire relationship was just based on sex." I explained as he started picking up his clothes on the floor.

"Yeah I get it..." He held my hand and asked me to sit on the edge of the bed.

He crouched down in front of me. He was holding my hand. He wiped my tears then he kissed my hand.

"Please stop crying..." He kissed my knee.

"I don't wanna to remember you as that girl I left crying." He looked at me.

I can see the pain in his eyes. I had a feeling that this was harder for him than it is for me.

He stood up and kissed my cheek. He pulled away from me. His nose was on mine. His hand was on my shoulder.

"I want you to do something for me"

"Okay" I hesitated.

I knew that this was gonna be our goodbye. Chandler was never good at break ups. I wasn't either.

I glance at the watch and I saw that it was almost 2:30 am. We were holding back tears. I can hear the hesitation in his voice. He would also occasionally pause after every word. He kept changing his question. I didn't care if it took him an hour to decide. It just means a have another hour with the man I love. The father of my child.

"This doesn't really seem like something I'll ask you do to so... It's a promise. Please promise that you will never forget about me. It will be good to know that you'll be there on my funeral cause Im pretty sure that Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, and Joey won't be there. They probably hate me."

"Honey, they don't hate you." I cupped his face.

"Yeah right" He pouted.

"I promise"

He looked at my eyes and smiled.

"I love you." He stopped playing with my hair. He gave me slight kiss on the lips. It felt like a peck actually.

"Okay now it's your turn."

"ok...ummm...this is hard."

"Yeah I know"

"Hmmm...can we exchange vows?"

"What?"

"I just really want to hear what you would have said."

"but-"

"Joey isn't even here, so it's not official. It's gonna be like pretend wedding. Y'know those stupid weddings we did when we were little." I explained.

"Okay."

He kissed me passionately.


That was such an emotional chapter. I'm sorry it's not as long as you wanted. Im also sorry if this chapter wasn't as nice as the others. Its like 1AM here and Im still awake. I promise that the next chapter will be nicer.

HINT: the next chapter is like a sixth grade wedding. Obviously its gonna be Monica's point of view, and Chandler will finally explain why he can't go through with the wedding.

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