This series takes place after the end of the show… maybe two or three years later. Chandler and Monica have one daughter, Madison, and have moved to a home in Massapequa. Ross and Rachel are engaged and live together with their baby. Phoebe has just gotten married to David (the Russia scientist guy) and Joey is, well, Joey. And as much as I hate sad stories, I’m feeling compelled to write one, because I want my fics up on Ashlee’s site!!! **Makes begging eyes**



They’d been ecstatic when they found out she was pregnant again… although they already had a child, neither of them could think of anything more that they could want. They went through all of the beginning stages; the medical checkups, morning sickness, budgeting expenses for the new baby’s arrival… the last thing on either of their minds was that something could go wrong. They were too happy, too full of hope, and too much in love to even comprehend such a thing. But sure enough, as most things happen unexpectedly, so did the unthinkable.

Scrubbing away at the dishes in the overflowing sink, Monica’s hands had become dry, cracked, and dirty. She heard the front door open, and immediately rushed over to greet her husband home from a day at work, kissing his lips and helping him loosen the tie around his neck.

“Welcome home,” she said softly, closing the door behind him. “How was your day?” she asked him, getting back to her job in the kitchen but still listening intently.

“Oh, the usual… typed some numbers, drank some coffee… nothing too exciting,” he explained. He went on to tell her about something funny that had happened to a coworker, but Monica was too busy worrying about the increasing pressure in her lower abdomen to pay attention. The only words she heard out of his mouth were “I’m going to take a shower,” before he disappeared into the next room.

Sinking to her knees, she tried to call for Chandler as the pressure developed into a sharp pain, much like the contractions she’d experienced while giving birth to her first child. Her voice caught in her throat and came out as a soft cry, far from loud enough for Chandler to hear with the shower running.

Reaching for the phone on the table next to her, she knocked over a vase of flowers and watched the water spread through the carpet beneath her. At any other moment this would have floored her, but all she could think about now was the safety of her baby. She managed to pull the phone off it’s carrier, but couldn’t bring her fingers to dial even those three numbers she needed.

She finally opened her mouth once again and let out a sharp cry of pain, loud enough to make Chandler turn off the shower in an attempt to find out what was happening. She began to sob, the pain too unbearable, as her husband rushed out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.

When he saw his wife lying curled up on the ground, clutching her stomach and sobbing, it took a minute for him to figure out what was going on. But when she moved one of her legs, he saw a puddle of blood forming beneath her, sinking into the carpet, and he knew.

“Jesus Christ, Mon…” he mumbled under his breath, sinking down on the floor with her and burying her head in his shoulder. He knew that it was too late; there wasn’t anything they could do now. It was gone… their baby was gone. The reality of it sunk in when he looked down at Monica, her eyes wide open and her body shaking weakly. He saw one last tear roll down her cheek, and reaching his hand up to wipe it away, he brushed against her as she closed her eyes and sank away from him.

He willed his legs to move, and quickly grabbed the phone from next to him, dialing for an emergency. His fingers seemed like rubber, and his eyes were clouded over as he struggled to press the numbers correctly… 9… 1… 1.

He told the operator what was happening, and she told him that an ambulance would be over soon. “Just stay calm,” she said in a monotone voice. He slammed the phone down onto it’s carrier, cursing loudly. He moved back over to Monica, who was lying stretched out on the floor, her eyes still glazed over and staring at the ceiling, and he placed himself next to her, pressing his face into her shoulder and rubbing her stomach with his hand.

“God, Mon, please be okay,” he whispered to her. “I need you to be okay… Madison needs you to be okay,” he said as his voice began to crack and he felt tears swelling in his eyes. Unable to hold it in any longer, he closed his eyes tightly and began to sob.

“Chandler…” she said when she finally managed to get her voice to come out as even a mere faint whisper, clouded over with fear. He looked up at her, his eyes wide, and clutched her body tighter, wanting to protect her; make everything okay again.

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I know I’m mean for leaving it there, and it’s kind of short, but I have writer’s block and wanted to get this posted today.

To be continued… please review!