Always, 6


INTRODUCTION: Not my best piece of work, but it continues where part 5 left off.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the "Friends" characters.


Monica felt the knot in her stomach grow tighter, as the news anchors kept silent, not coming with any new updates. They were showing pictures taken from a police helicopter or something, and just repeating the facts that they had already stated.

A thousand different things were going through Monica's head. Fear, hope, guilt and numerous other emotions along with uncountable thoughts.

She realized with a jab of pain that she now knew exactly what Chandler had been talking about ever since her disease. And all her previous thoughts about just taking the day as it came and all that, were gone. They were replaced by loads of guilt, because she felt like she'd not loved Chandler at all as much as she should have, and she sure hadn't let him know how much she loved him. Just as Chandler had talked about, the fear of not realizing that until it was too late…

She felt her nails hurting her palms as she clenched her hands even harder, but she didn't mind, or even care. She knew she should stay calm, since the odds were on her side, there was a low probability that Chandler had been one of the so far seven dead , but at the same time she knew that somewhere in New York, other people were thinking that same thought, and for seven of them it had to be a lie.

"Hey Mon!" Chandler said, entering with Regina.

Monica looked up at him, just stared at him, not understanding anything. How come he was all of a sudden in the apartment, and not at work? She was too shocked to even be thankful at first, then she threw herself on the remote and turned the TV on and then flew to her feet.

"Chandler!" she exclaimed. "You're, you're here! You're not at work, you're here!"

"I know" Chandler said, confused. He didn't even seem to know that his work was taken over by terrorists at the moment. And how come he wasn't there?

"Oh thank god you're not at work, why aren't you at work?" she asked, slowly letting the new shock sink in.

"Gina had a dental appointment, remember?" he said, hanging his and Regina's jackets up. "We've been to the dentist."

"I didn't have any holes!" Regina bragged.

Monica didn't listen. She realized in a second two things, that she'd never understood what it would feel like if Chandler was all of a sudden gone, and that he was completely safe and hadn't been anywhere near his work in almost two hours.

She hurried up to him, not even casting a glance at her daughter, and threw her arms around him. She kissed him passionately, hungrily and needingly.

Chandler didn't understand what was going on, but he wasn't about to say no to a kiss like that. He gently put his arms around her and kissed her back, more softly.

Regina looked up at them and shook her head. Her parents' kissing habits were a mystery to her, she didn't even understand why they wanted to lock their mouths to each other like that at all. Both had their eyes closed and she could hear small moaning sounds from them a few times. She shook her head again and went off to her room to play.

Chandler finally ended the kiss very softly, and took a deep breath. He looked down at Monica, who was staring right into his eyes, looking amazed.

"I have no idea what I did to deserve that, but my oh my do I hope I start doing it often…" he said, breath taken. "I haven't gotten a kiss like that in my entire life!"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" Monica said and kissed him on the lips. "So very, very glad you're here…"

"I could tell" Chandler said with a chuckle.

Monica kissed him again, more eagerly this time, and pressed him even closer. She wanted to feel that he really was there with her, alive and unharmed. And Chandler was more than willing to be kissed and pressed close. He kissed her back with all of his love, and enjoyed every second as much as he could. Monica softly ended the kiss and felt an urge for more.

Chandler looked deep into her eyes and could read in them what she wanted from him. He gave her a light kiss on the lips, the grinned at her.

"I love you in this mood…" he said. "But there is a three-year-old in the next room. Wait until tonight."

"I don't want to wait" Monica said, kissing him hungrily. "I can't wait!"

"Sorry my dear, but you're going to have to. Regina is right in the next room, and she is awake."

Monica broke them embrace and went into Regina's room. She lifted her up and carried her out in the living room. Chandler watched her, having no idea what she was up to.

"Regina, sweetie, go across the hall to uncle Joey and tell him to follow you to auntie Phoebe and auntie Rachel. And uncle Ross."

"Why?" Regina asked.

"Because I want you to tell them that daddy is home safe, okay? Could you tell them that?"

"Okay!"

Monica put Regina down, and she ran across the hall to get her uncle Joey to take her to her aunties and Uncle. Monica closed the door when she saw that Regina was talking to Joey, and then turned to Chandler again.

"That I'm home safe?" he asked, looking like a question mark. "What about Gina?"

"I'll tell you later, not now!" Monica said, and walked back into his arms. She kissed him again and wanted nothing more than to go a bit further.

Chandler pressed her close and wanted the same thing. He couldn't figure out exactly what was going on, but whatever it was he liked it. She hadn't been this passionate and this eager for years. There was almost something desperate over her kisses.

They went into the bedroom and kissed again. Monica just couldn't get enough. She now knew what Chandler had been saying about feeling like you've gotten a wakeup call, a scare, and feeling like you've gotten what matters the most to you back.

"That was…" Chandler said afterwards, "intense. Absolutely fabulous but so intense."

"You don't like intensity?" Monica asked, snuggling even closer.

"Sure I do. But it makes me wonder what exactly you were up to before I got home."

Monica was quiet for a second. She didn't want to ruin the moment by telling him the story, but she didn't want to lie to him.

"I was… watching TV. The news. Chandler, there's… well, there's this group of terrorists that have taken over the building where you work."

"What?" Chandler said.

"Everybody in the building are being kept hostage and they've shot a few. I don't know if I had forgotten about Regina's dental appointment or if I didn't even know about it in the first place, but either way I thought that you were in the building. And I was so scared, I had no idea weather or not you were alive… or if you were hurt."

"Okay, man in shock!" Chandler said, sitting up in bed. "You, you're telling me that people at my work are being held hostage, that you thought I was too and that you'd forgotten about the dentist?"

"Just imagine how I felt when you got home…" Monica said with a slight smile. "You probably felt it."

"Yeah, your actions were speaking pretty clearly…" he mumbled. "So… Mon, what, I mean, this terrorist thing, what exactly is going on?"

"I don't even know that" Monica said. "All I know is that you're safe. That you could have been dead or hurt, but you're not, you are here with me! And Chandler, now I understand everything!"

"Everything what?"

"Everything you have been saying since my cancer… everything you have been feeling… The thing you've talked about, being on the brink of loosing someone and realizing that you've not loved that person enough or showed that person your love enough… I felt all of that today. And I realized for the first time what you've really been doing these years, what your real… motive… has been."

Chandler wiped of a few tears that had fallen down her cheeks and then kissed her gently.

"I honestly knew that you didn't understand before…" he said softly. "But I think you need something like this to make you open your eyes and see."

"I know" Monica whispered and kissed him lovingly.

Chandler leaned back down on her and concentrated on her completely. Slowly he made love to her again, and afterwards he held her tight as she slept for a short while. He had to shake her awake and remind her that their daughter could be home in any second, and they got out of bed together.

Regina came back home thirty minutes later together with the others, who had realized that Monica and Chandler probably had wanted some time alone.

Chandler hugged them back when they put their arms around him, but he felt a bit distant. People he knew were after all in that building, and people he knew might be dead.

He sat on the couch together with Rachel and Ross and watched the news special in silence. Phoebe took Regina to play in her room, to keep her away from the story on the news, and Joey helped Monica cook dinner. All six of them spoke as little as possible, yet the mood didn't feel tense.

Regina came back out from the living room and looked around, then placed her hands on her hips.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" she asked. "What are you watching on TV?"

"Sports" the adults immediately answered in one voice. Regina hated sports.

The child eyed them, then went back to play with Phoebe.

*

After that incident, things were different. Chandler was no longer the only one who'd had the scare of a close call, and Monica reacted almost the same way as Chandler had. All of a sudden they were both just as eager to show their feelings for each other and never let the other one or themselves forget. But Monica quickly decided that they had to be careful, otherwise they would both end up being like Chandler had been the year before.

It seemed easier for the two to avoid that together than it had been for Chandler to do it alone, and he soon realized that it was probably because this time he felt like she was on his side. Earlier on she hadn't know what he knew and she hadn't felt things the way he had. That hade forced him to devote more energy to her, because then she hadn't know what it was he was doing, really. But now she knew.

They both started to spend their time together more intensely. When they were down at the coffee house Monica mostly sat in Chandler's lap, to get more closeness, and the same thing whenever they were on a couch together. They didn't seem to be able to get enough of the physical contact, because both felt as if they showed the other one their love just by touching them.

They seemed to be doing everything with a little more intensity, weather it was cooking dinner or kissing. They both knew that they might loose what they had, and they both wanted to make sure that they spent the time they had together loving each other and their daughter as much as they could. They stopped keeping secrets from each other, and if they had any complains on the other one they said it right away. They didn't want any mistakes or misunderstandings between them anymore.

A year went by, and after a few months Chandler and Monica toned it down a little. Monica remembered what she'd thought earlier about finding a middle road, and talked to Chandler about it. They were both scared that one of them or both of them would get sick of it or feel trapped because of the intensity. Instead of giving 110% to each other all the time, they let the most of it be unsaid. They soon found that that way worked much better, since the deepest feeling are hard to put into words anyway. And they went back to just sitting really close to each other instead of sitting in each other's lap. But neither of them forgot their close calls in the past, and when they were alone in their bedroom they acted as if nothing existed except for them. They talked for a long time almost every night, and slept close together.

*

Chandler was in bed with a newspaper. It was March, and quite dark outside. He yawned slightly and came across the article he had been looking for.

Monica got into bed next to him without a word. She scooted over to him and lay down in her usual manner with her head on his shoulder and her arm on his chest. She glanced at the paper.

"Whatc'ha reading?"

"A review of my mother's latest book…" Chandler mumbled, reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. "It apparently takes place in ancient Greece. Looks like my mother's taken a hint from Jean M Auel…"

"Or any other author who's written about times BC" Monica said with a chuckle. She sighed content and closed her eyes.

Chandler moved his right arm so that it was around her instead of by her face. It was more comfortable that way. He finished reading the review, but kept the paper in his hands for a while, while his mind got lost in thought.

He took a quick glance at his wife, who seemed to be close to sleeping. He remembered before she had gotten sick, how she always used to snuggle up to him like she'd done now when they were going to sleep. He remembered how he often let her drift off, and then rolled her over to her own side. It had now been two years since the last time he'd slept without touching her in any way. He realized that he had forgotten what it was like to go to sleep without someone in your arms or with an arm around you.

Monica was also lost in thought. She was as usual overwhelmed by the love she was feeling, and the love she was receiving. And she was very thankful that he was there with her. She rarely fell asleep in any other way than she was laying right now, and she realized with a smile that it had been a long time since her head had rested on a pillow.

She knew that their friends sometimes wished that they would both take some distance from each other, but they didn't know what she and Chandler knew. There was something so special about the way they were feeling when they were together, or just thinking about the other one. His love had even made her almost forget about the fact that she was most likely sterile. She hadn't even bothered to check if she really was, since she didn't feel like it mattered. She wanted another baby, another little person to love and to raise, but she knew she would have a great life even without one. She had her daughter and she had her husband and that was all she seemed to need.

Chandler stared at the ceiling and stroke her right shoulder. He wished she would let her hair grow long again. She had kept it short, never growing longer than her shoulders, ever since Regina had been born, and he thought she looked great in that hairstyle. But he missed having her long hair to play with and to run his fingers through. He thought about telling her that he would like her to let it grow long again, but then changed his mind.

Regina, on the other hand, had never had short hair once her hair had grown past her chin. Monica only let her hair get cut a few centimetres each time, and by now Regina's hair was down by her waist. Monica seemed to get her lust to comb long hair and make new hairstyles out of it satisfied by experimenting on Regina's hair, and Regina didn't seem to mind at all. Chandler knew that Monica probably wasn't very interested in letting it grow long again.

He took his glasses off and carefully placed them on the nightstand along with the paper. He closed the lights and put his left arm around Monica as well, and heard on her breath that she was asleep.

*

Monica whistled to herself and let her hair down. It was August, two weeks after Regina's fourth birthday and around six weeks after hers and Chandler's sixth anniversary. She had started to let her hair grown long again, and her hair had always grown fast. It reached down to her shoulders by now and she had started to wear it in pony tails again to get it out of her face.

She cast a glance at the clock and gave a slight thought to dinner. She wasn't in the mood for food. She felt slightly nauseous. Regina had had the stomach flue three days earlier, and Monica was just waiting for when she would get it herself. Chandler had had it the next day but so far Monica had managed to stay well.

She rose and went into the kitchen, where she found a note from Chandler. He'd stayed home from work to recover from his stomach flue and had decided to take Regina out for a pizza when Monica ran a little late.

Monica shrugged her shoulders and thought that maybe she should be staying home from work as well since she wouldn't want to spread stomach flue at a restaurant. She went over to the kitchen table and picked up some leftover lasagne. The person who had ordered it had gotten into a fight with her date and left before the food arrived. Instead of throwing it away, Monica had brought it home. She usually brought home food when she could, and she felt thankful that she didn't have to start cooking again.

She heated the lasagne and had dinner with Joey, who came over to get his share of the food. He'd had the stomach flue as well, and wasn't as hungry as usual. They had both felt like it was a good solution to split the lasagne between them. Joey took off again after dinner.

Monica sat down on the couch and started feeling better. Maybe she would be able to avoid getting sick after all.

Chandler and Regina came home a short while later, discussing which colour was the better, blue or yellow. Monica smiled, rose and thought that she ought to record their discussion and sell it as a promotion speech to either Ukraine or Sweden.

"Hey you two" she said with a smile and went up to them.

"Hey mommy" Regina said from her place on her father's arm. "Which colour do you like the better, yellow or blue?"

"Blue."

"You always take daddy's side" Regina said, rolling her eyes. "Don't you listen to the Beatles, mommy?"

"Yes I do, and I would not want to live in a yellow submarine" Monica said. "And young lady, your bedtime is now."

"I knew it" Regina sighed.

Monica grabbed her and lifted her over from Chandler's arms to her own. She groaned.

"Regina, you're getting to heavy for mommy to carry around…"

"Then don't carry me. I can walk on my own. Daddy never complains."

"Daddy's stronger than mommy."

"He is not!"

Monica smiled.

"I think he is. Look." She placed herself next to Chandler so that the small of their arms were next to one and other's. "See? My arm is much thinner."

"That's not muscles, that's fat!" Regina claimed. "Daddy's just chubby, that's all!"

"Ouch" Chandler remarked. "I guess this means I shouldn't take you out for pizza anymore, then."

"Don't blame me!" Regina said.

Monica rolled her eyes amused, and walked towards Regina's room. She stopped in the living room and turned around to talk to Chandler.

"Honey maybe you should join a gym again" she said with a slight laugh.

"Oh ha ha, very funny" Chandler said.

"I can't picture daddy at the gym" Regina said. "He prefers to watch sports instead of actually playing them."

"You know, for a four-year-old you talk and awful lot" Chandler said.

"Yeah, well for a man you weight an awful lot" Regina replied.

Monica burst out laughing but managed to disguise it as a couch. Almost. Chandler wasn't really overweight, she knew Regina was just coming with a snappy reply without really knowing what she was saying. And that was the amusing part.

"Yeah, well excuse me Miss. Bing," Chandler said to his daughter, "it may be genetical. You'll probably be as chubby as I am when you reach my age."

"No, I'm gonna look like mommy" Regina said.

Monica couldn't help but chuckling.

"Looks like she's winning this battle, honey!" she said.

"Yeah, and I must say that I'm very thankful that you're taking my side" Chandler said with rolling eyes and sat down on the couch.

"At least you can carry her around without your back hurting" Monica said, as a comfort. "That must mean you've got SOME muscles more than me."

"I think daddy's just more steady" Regina suggested. "That makes it easier for him to carry me."

"I don't think that was meant as a compliment" Chandler said with a slight smile.

"You know Regina," Monica said, "it's not like your daddy's gotten fatter over the years. He hasn't gained more than a few pounds since mommy and daddy started dating."

"So?" Regina said.

"So, I like him better this way" Monica said. Then she mischievously grinned at Chandler. "There's much more of him to love, you know."

"Well excuse me, Miss. Skeleton" Chandler replied.

"Oh come on honey, I didn't say it was a bad thing. I prefer it when you don't look bony. Like you did around the time I dated Pete Becker. That was a bit thinner than you should be."

"Who's Pete Becker?" Regina asked.

"I hate hugging a man who's bones you can feel just by resting your chin on his shoulder" Monica said to Chandler, ignoring Regina. "So don't feel bad. And you know she's just interested in a little word battle anyway."

Regina was bored with her mother's statements, and started playing with Monica's hair instead. She gave it a little pull.

"Ow, careful, don't yank mommy's hair…" Monica said, carefully loosening Regina's grip of her hair. "Yank your own."

"Yanking my own is no fun. On the other hand yours is no fun to yank either."

"Then yank daddy's" Monica suggested, smiling.

"Yank what hair?" Regina said. "Daddy's got short hair. And if you yank it you pull it loose. Daddy should be bald by now."

Chandler gave up and rose from the couch.

"I suggest that you're nice, otherwise I'm gonna give Dumbo to cousin Ben" he said, giving an empty threat.

Monica smiled when she saw the look on Regina's face. Dumbo was her favorite stuffed animal together with the bunny. Chandler gave Monica a sly smile and blinked at her. Now he wouldn't be getting anymore comments from Regina. At least not tonight. Or so he thought.

"Why did you marry daddy?" Regina asked Monica.

"Why?" Monica said, confused.

"Yeah."

"Because I really love him."

"Why do you love him?"

"I knew it…" Chandler mumbled.

"Well, I love you daddy," Regina assured him, "but that's because you're my daddy. And you're not mommy's daddy. So why does she love you?"

"What, you don't think I'm lovable?" Chandler asked, walking up to them.

"Yeah, but I don't understand how come you and mommy love each other."

"Here's a kid who's not against divorce" Chandler said to Monica, only half sarcastic and slightly surprised.

"I think what she doesn't understand is how two people can love each other when they're not related" Monica guessed.

"How come you love daddy?" Regina asked again.

"Well, because…" Monica said, trying to think of an exact reason.

Chandler crossed his arms.

"Well, well, well… Now the can's open, huh?" he said.

"I just, there are so many reasons" Monica said, trying to squirm away from the question. She'd never reflected over what exactly it had been that had made her fall in love.

"Like what?" Regina asked.

"Yeah Mon, like what?" Chandler asked.

"Like… Oh I don't know, like how nice he is."

"Don't you think uncle Joey is nice?" Regina asked. She was obviously puzzled over the weird phenomenon that was love.

"Sure, uncle Joey is VERY nice."

"So do you love him too?" Regina asked.

"Not the same way I love daddy" Monica said. "You know, I can't explain this, it's too complicated."

"Love is easy, Monica" Chandler said. He was mostly just pretending to be annoyed. He was slightly happy that Regina had found somebody else to bother at the moment. And he couldn't resist pretending to be offended and slightly annoyed, and coming with comments that made Monica squirm like a worm on a hook.

"Maybe for YOU love is easy" Monica said. "Why don't YOU explain love to Regina?"

"Because she asked you to do it" Chandler answered, keeping in a smile. "She doesn't want some chubby guy who might soon grow bald to explain it to her."

"Come on mommy. Just tell me!" Regina said. "How come you love daddy?"

"Regina, sometimes you just love somebody" Monica said, trying to think of a way to get out of the questions. "It's just… an emotion that appears. You learn to see the other person's good sides, and then you… I don't know, really."

"But don't you see uncle Joey's good sides, and doesn't daddy see auntie Phoebe and auntie Rachel's good sides? How come you don't love them?"

"We love them honey, but not in the way we love each other" Monica said.

"I don't understand!"

"Neither do I" Chandler jokingly said.

"Be quiet daddy, you're not helping!" Regina said. Chandler chuckled.

"Look, it's not easy to explain love, okay?" Monica said. "But there's just something about some people that makes you fall in love with them."

"But then how come auntie Rachel and auntie Phoebe aren't in love with daddy?" Regina said. She didn't understand any of it.

"Maybe we should wait with this discussion" Monica suggested. "For like another ten years or so. Now we're going to get your pajamas. It's past your bedtime."

Chandler chuckled to himself when he heard Monica's clever way of getting out of explaining the mystery of love to the four-year-old. He sat down on the couch and waited for Monica to finish getting Regina ready for bed.

It took about an half hour before Regina had her pajamas on and her teeth brushed and everything else ready. Monica carried her from the bathroom to her room and tucked her in.

"Mommy, seriously, why do you love daddy?" Regina asked again when Monica kissed her on the cheek.

"I just do" Monica answered. "And that's all I need to know. No matter what we go through I'll still love him, because he is very special. And so full of personality. And I love almost everything about him, but I can't tell you exactly why I fell in love with him."

Regina seemed content with that answer at the moment. Monica went out in the living room and Chandler went in to say goodnight to Regina as well.

He turned the lights off and closed the door on his way out a few minutes later, and sat down on the couch next to Monica.

"So I'm full of personality, huh?" he said with a smile. "Regina asked me what that was supposed to mean."

Monica smiled at him.

"It means that you've got a whole lot of personality, stupid."

"Thanks for clearing that up" Chandler sarcastically remarked. He stroke her cheek gently and let his hand run through her hair.

"She does ask interesting questions, though" he remarked. "I never asked my parents things like that. I found out about love when I saw my dad making out with another man…"

"How lovely" Monica sarcastically said.

"I love you, though…" Chandler said, looking into her eyes. "With all my heart, I do…"

"I know" Monica said. "And I love you back just as much and even more." She leaned over to him and kissed him. "Thank you so much for being born…"

"You can send the 'thank you' notes to my parents" Chandler answered. "I had very little control over that part myself."

He scooted closer and kissed her lovingly. Monica kissed him back, but all of a sudden felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She quickly broke the kiss.

"Something wrong?" Chandler asked.

"Just the stomach flue…" Monica said, rose and ran to the bathroom.

*

By the end of the next week, Monica had gone to see a doctor. She recognized this far too well. She was feeling like she had when she first got sick three years earlier.

She hadn't said anything to Chandler about it. She wanted to be 100% sure before she scared him by talking about cancer again. She knew that the doctors had told her that the odds of her getting sick a second time weren't even worth mentioning. Over the years they had only heard of one patient who had gotten it a second time.

"You shouldn't worry, Mrs. Bing" the doctor told her while giving her a quick exam. "You've just got a case of the flue. That's all."

Monica sighed in relief. She didn't want to get sick again, and she knew she had overreacted to the symptoms. Chandler had felt the exact same way as she'd done the past week when he'd had the flue that spring.

"Now, we COULD take a blood sample, just to be 100% accurate" the doctor said. "But I can guarantee you, you have not gotten blood cancer again."

Monica let him take some samples, and then went home. She felt relieved that there wasn't anything greater wrong with her. At the same time she felt a bit stupid for overreacting. She'd had the flue before, and been a whole lot sicker than she was right now. And a light case of the flue was very far from cancer.

*

On Friday the phone rang, and the doctor asked her to come by. Monica frowned, then realized that she had forgotten the prescription he had given her for some new wonder medicine that would help her feel better. She didn't bother telling Chandler where she was going. Getting a prescription that she had forgotten was hardly late-breaking news.

Chandler came home from work shortly after she left, and found Joey and Rachel playing with Regina in the living room. They didn't know where Monica had gone, but they told him that she'd said she would be back soon. Chandler hoped they were right. He always got so worried about her if she was gone for too long.

"Daddy, come play with us!" Regina said, and waved a Barbie doll at him.

Chandler sat down on the floor with the other three, and took the doll. He always felt awkward when Regina wanted him to play with her, but he had to admit that it was pretty amusing to be part of it when Joey and Rachel were playing as well. Joey seemed to think that it was just as fun as Rachel thought it was. Chandler soon gave the doll back to his daughter and sat down on the couch to watch the little sketch that was put on.

Joey and Rachel kept debating over which dress was fancier, and which shoes went best to what outfit, and soon got really into it. After a short while, Regina looked up at Chandler and they shared a look. Regina put her doll down and sat down with Chandler instead, to watch the other two as well.

Monica got home around an hour later. Chandler was alone in the kitchen at the moment, since Rachel and Joey had taken Regina across the hall to watch "Oliver and Company".

Monica smiled at Chandler and tossed him a can of the new pills she had gotten.

"Think fast!" she said when she tossed the can.

Chandler didn't manage to catch the can, to Monica's amusement. He picked it up from the floor and read on it.

"Mon, what are these pills for?"

"The flue" Monica said.

"What, they have prescripted pills for that too, now?"

"Uh-hu. Some new medical wonder, or something like that. I just got it from the hospital."

"So that's where you were?"

"Yeah. I went there on Wednesday for a check, and I forgot the prescription there. So I went back and got it today, they called."

Chandler shrugged his shoulders and put the can down on the counter.

"Oh, by the way, I got you something too!" Monica said, and started to look through her purse.

"Something else from the pharmacy?" Chandler said with a smile.

"No, not really…" Monica said. Then she found what she was looking for. "There! Here!" She handed it to Chandler.

"Thanks…" Chandler said, and looked at the object she had handed him. "What is it, though."

"I got that from the doctor today."

"Sure, but what exactly is it?"

Monica came up to him and pointed.

"See that? That's a baby."

Chandler stared at her.

"Say that again?"



Please review. Part7 coming shortly. I have just a slight thought of curiosity here... "Me", "Person" and the others who say this series and the Adultery series suck, why do you keep reading the new parts? If you don't like what I write then don't read it. Nobody's forcing you.