Please Come to Boston

Chapter 7

"Ander!" Kenzi exclaimed as he opened the door, saying his name as best she could.

"Hi, Kenzi," he smiled at her, then Vanessa, taking the toddler from her mother.

"Thank you so much for this," Vanessa handed him Kenzi's bag. "She already ate dinner, but there are a few snacks in her bag if she wants one in an hour or so. Bedtime's 8," she paused, feeling like she was forgetting something. "You have her playpen. You have my cell number," she stated, not asked.

"Stop worrying, she will be in one piece when you get home," Chandler laughed. "You look beautiful, but the way," he nodded to her obviously new dress.

"Thanks," she blushed slightly. After Chandler had moved into the building, a place Tom had recommended, Vanessa had actually asked him out. He turned her down, explaining that he was recently single, and not ready to start dating again yet, but could really use a friend. "Well," she cleared her throat, "I should really get going."

"Have fun," he said, "Say bye to Mommy," he looked down at the girl in his arms, who waved as her mom walked out the door.

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"What am I doing, what am I doing," Monica mumbled to herself, looking at the address on the paper, and then looking up at the building. She paused momentarily; she wasn't prepared for this. She hadn't really thought the whole thing through, which was entirely un-Monica like. All she knew was that she needed—needed—to see him.

But what was she going to say after she punched in his apartment number? 'Hey Chandler, I'm the one who broke your heart, wanna buzz me up?' She shook her head, now staring at the intercom. He wouldn't have sent his address if he didn't want to see her.

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"Damnit," Chandler jumped when he heard his intercom buzz, causing him to spill the milk he was pouring into a sippy cup for Kenzi, who was sitting in her playpen instead of laying, refusing to go to sleep. He hit the button to let whoever was outside in, realizing a moment later he had no idea who could possibly be coming up. 'Probably the wrong apartment number,' he decided, grabbing a towel to wipe up the spill. His head snapped up when there was a knock on the door, and he walked over, still holding the wet towel, unlocking and opening the door. His breath caught in his throat, not expecting to actually see her again.

"Mon…"

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Yea, I'm that mean…I'm ending this part there :) Review, please and thank you!