We needed to see Chandler's reaction to the news, right? I decided to bring his POV into the next chapters because I felt like it would make it more clear, knowing what's on his mind.

When the door closed behind Chandler, his thoughts started to race. He pondered to go straight into his apartment, but he knew he needed to clear his head, so he opted for the stairs instead, leading him outside.

Once outside the building, Chandler let the fresh afternoon wind cool his throbbing head while he walked down to the park. After wandering for a while, he finally found a secluded place next to a fountain and sat on a bench to let everything that happened sink in.

"Why, why, why? And how?" He yelled desperately, even if only the trees in the park listened to him.

Was he, for real, having a baby with Monica? Not one, but two! He wasn't ready to be a father, much less a father of twins. He didn't know how to do the commitment thing. How was he supposed to commit to two kids and, consequently, to a woman for the rest of his life? The possibility of the situation he was going through had never crossed his mind. He hadn't made a relationship last more than a few months for his mind to think that far ahead.

Thinking about being in a relationship…

He'd slept with Monica!? How did that happen? Chandler knew he had been wasted that night and only remembered fragments of it. But he thought he'd remembered bits from all night. He knew he and Monica had kissed – made out, actually – but he couldn't form a picture of any moment of them sleeping together.

And apparently, they had agreed to never talk about it. More than a month – almost two, to be precise – had passed since then, and Chandler never suspected a thing. How did Monica "keep" that "secret" from him for so long? Why hadn't she just talked to him about it? If he had remembered it, he certainly would. Because there was no way he would ever sleep with Monica and then act like it did not happen, even if he'd agreed to never talk about it.

Although he was calmer than before at the apartment, Chandler still felt frustrated by the situation. After all, his life was about to change. A whole, unannounced, 180° turn. Oh god. What was he going to say to his parents? Because they would have to know, right? Worst of all, Ross! What would Ross do when Monica disclosed that he was the father of her yet-unborn babies? He would certainly not take it well. After all, Monica was his little sister, and you're not supposed to sleep with someone related to your best friend. Ross would be mad at them both, but especially at Chandler. What would he and Monica say to him? If Ross learned that the only time they slept together didn't mean anything, at least for Monica, and that Chandler couldn't even remember it, he would kill him.

Chandler groaned, looking at his reflection in the bottom of the fountain as if it had the answer to his problems. But it didn't. It only stared back at him. So, Chandler decided to look around, trying to find something to distract his mind to calm himself down. And that's when he spotted a couple casually walking near him with a stroller in front of them. Then, the couple stopped, sat on a wood bench, and the girl picked up a giggling baby from its seat. And while the small family played and laughed together, Chandler's eyes remained glued to the scene across from him.

That could be him and Monica, he thought to himself. But they wouldn't be like that, would they? They were not in a relationship, he noted, with a hint of sadness. Chandler shook his head, suddenly aware of his thoughts.

Suddenly, Chandler wished he could be part of the scene he'd witnessed. He wanted to be the one in the park playing with a baby. HIS baby. Not even an hour before, he'd yelled at Monica that he didn't want kids. Why had he suddenly changed his mind? Had he changed his mind?

Everything was becoming confusing. Chandler's thoughts consisted of a tangled web as he tried to process his feelings. And then he remembered:

"…the babies were not part of the plan, but I want them, and I'm still having them, either with or without your help!"

Those had been Monica's words. Everything became clear. Of course, he wanted to be there for her. He would never abandon her. He'd even promised that to her that morning, just a few hours before.

And in that moment, all his anger dissipated and was replaced by a strong feeling of guilt. He'd been a complete idiot to Monica. Of course, it was not her fault that everything was happening. Why had he yelled at her? And worst: He'd left her alone and crying, storming out of her apartment without any explanation.

Chandler now felt disgusted with himself as he recalled and regretted everything he'd said to Monica during their fight. He had to fix it before it was too late.

He looked at the orange sky and started to head home. He needed to talk to Monica. But he couldn't do it today. Rachel would probably be already home, and he didn't want her to witness if it resulted in another fight. Chandler hoped it wouldn't.

The following morning, everyone was gathered at apartment 20 for breakfast. After an hour of eating and sharing news, Chandler finally found himself alone, except for the presence of Monica. Before he lost his courage, he started:

"I'm sorry, Mon."

At the mention of her name, Monica turned her head to look at Chandler. Or, perhaps, it was the word sorry. But it didn't matter. At least she'd acknowledged his presence for the first time that morning. And if Chandler wasn't already feeling bad about himself, the sight in front of him was enough to do it: Monica looked like she hadn't slept at all. The bags under her eyes were dark and swollen, a sign she'd probably cried herself to sleep. And at that moment, the heat of their fight gone, Chandler wondered how he'd even allowed himself to leave her in that state. Monica now looked at him with hurt filling her eyes.

"About last night," Chandler continued. "I was an idiot, and I hurt you. I shouldn't have behaved like I did, and I want you to know I'm sorry."

Monica stared at him for a moment. She didn't say anything, so Chandler continued.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. You know I would never do that on purpose. I was shocked by the news and said some horrible things that I didn't mean. And I feel terrible for having left you crying alone."

For the first time that morning, Monica spoke directly to him.

"You were an idiot," She confirmed. "And you did hurt me, Chandler," Monica spoke with fresh tears rolling down her face.

It broke Chandler's heart to know he was the reason behind Monica's suffering.

"I know. I'm truly sorry," Chandler answered. "I should have never yelled at you like I did. Or implying this whole situation was your fault. You were right: it takes two people for accidents to occur. And I know you didn't plan for these babies either, but I also know how much you want and love them already. You said that things happen and you've got to deal with them, and after thinking about it, I realized that's what I should do, too. I guess it's time for me to grow up and deal with the consequences of my actions. I promised you I would never abandon you and your kid, and I intend to stick to that promise. If you let me, I want to be there for you. In whatever you need."

But Monica didn't react to his words. Not the outcome Chandler had been expecting from the conversation.

"Monica… Please say something," he pleaded.

"What do you expect me to say? That you said some pretty words, and immediately I forgive you, and then we can go on like this didn't happen? I'm sorry, but I can't do it. You did hurt me. More than I'd ever expected you to. It will take some time for me to completely forgive you, Chandler," Monica answered, shedding crystal-clear tears.

"You're right. I fucked up big time. But I need you to know how much I regret how I reacted. Please, Monica. I can't stand to see you hurt and know I am the reason for it. I… I rant to do this with you, Monica. I want to be a father to your babies. Our babies," Chandler begged again, already on the verge of tears.

Monica turned her head, her expression far from her usual cheerful smile.

"I'm sorry. I can't forgive you right now. This was too big for me to forget that easily and for you to apologize and think everything would be alright. The best thing you can do is leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you," Monica answered determinately.

Chandler knew Monica had every right to be mad at him. But he couldn't stand the feeling.

"Please, Monica. I love you."