Here's Part Five! We pick up about a week after the end of Part Four. Chandler has finished his final chemotherapy treatments and is getting ready to go home.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
*Song Lyrics are from "I Could Not Ask For More" by Edwin McCain and "Please Remember" by Leann Rimes. And quotes from the show were not written by me, but by the brilliant people that write the show.


Monica stopped outside his door, and braced herself for another afternoon of awkwardness. Nothing in her life had seemed natural since Chandler woke up with amnesia. She had gone back to work a few days ago, for a couple of hours a day, so she hadn't been able to visit him as much as she had before. But, although she felt guilty for feeling this way, she was secretly relieved that she couldn't be expected to spend all her time with Chandler in the hospital. She felt like every word she spoke was forced, and most of the time she was silent, unable to come up with anything to say. She could barely even look at him without crying, so she tried not to. She knew Chandler felt the awkwardness too, but he tried his best to ignore it, to pretend like everything was okay. Even though he was the one in the hospital bed, he tried to cheer her up, to reassure her, just like he always had. It wasn't his fault it wasn't working.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would be coming home. They would be living together again. She had hoped that his memory would miraculously resurface, but it hadn't yet. Every time she entered the room, she hoped that he would greet her with a smile, and then whisper those magical words. "I remember." But he hadn't.

She took a deep breath, and entered his room quietly in case he was sleeping. As soon as he heard her at the door, his eyes opened, and he turned to her with a smile.

"Hey Mon."

"Hey." She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and smiled. "How are you?"

"Anxious to get out of here. You?"

"Fine, fine. And you don't have much longer. Then you'll be home again."

"Home…" He paused, thinking about the word. "You haven't told me yet, Mon. Where's home?"

Monica paused, contemplating what she should say. She had hoped to surprise him, but she didn't want him to worry about what to expect.

"We still live in apartment 20. But, we also bought 22, and knocked the wall out between them, just after we found out Matthew was on the way. You and I share my room, and Matthew has Rachel's old room. The other apartment had two bedrooms as well. For now, one is your office, and the other is an extra bedroom. We also expanded the kitchen, and added another bathroom. It's really nice, actually, and it's perfect for us."

"Wow, sounds wonderful. At least something will be somewhat familiar."

"Well, it looks a lot different now. Don't come in expecting it to be just like it was when we all hung out there."

"The weirdest thing will be not having Rachel and Joey around."

"Yeah. It's definitely different."

"Do Ross and Rachel live nearby?"

"Not too far. It's about ten minutes away."

Chandler nodded, trying to think of something to keep the conversation going, but coming up empty. He hated feeling so uncomfortable with her. He was used to being able to talk to her about anything. He glanced at Monica, who was obviously trying to do the same thing. After a moment, she looked up, relief at having discovered a topic for conversation evident in her eyes.

"Joey and Phoebe are going to stay with us for couple of days, until they leave to go back to L.A. They wanted to stay and make sure you were settled before they left. I told them they could have the guest room, and I'd sleep in Matthew's room until they went home. There's an extra bed in there."

She didn't miss Chandler's surprise at this statement. She gazed back at him questioningly.

"What?"

"I, um…I guess I hadn't thought about the sleeping arrangements either. You - You don't have to give up your room, Monica. I'll sleep with Matthew."

"No." Even Monica was surprised by the forcefulness of her voice. "No. It's just as much your room as it is mine. Besides, you'll be more comfortable there. And you need to get your strength back."

Chandler looked at her for a long moment before conceding.

"Okay. But only until I'm feeling a little better."

Monica nodded, and Chandler almost laughed at the triumphant gleam in her eyes.

"By the way, before I forget, Ross's birthday is coming up, and I've already told Mom and Dad we'd host the party. But, now, with everything…Do you think you'll feel up to a party in a couple of weeks? I'm sure they'll understand if we back out."

Chandler thought about it for a moment. He was really feeling much better than he thought he would be. The chemo was over, and the doctors seemed pleased with his prognosis. While he still felt generally weak and achy, he was sure he'd feel fine - physically - in plenty of time for a party.

"I think I'll be okay. Two weeks is a long time, and I'm already feeling better. It won't be anything major will it? A party I think I can take, but playing host at some big shindig might be a little much."

"Oh, no. It'll be fairly small. Just us, my parents, Ross, Rachel, and a few other people. Some friends from work and all. I'm sure no one will complain if you need to go lay down or something."

"Sounds fine." He suddenly looked up at her and smiled. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Well, since we are hosting this party together and all, would you, um, be my date?"

Monica smiled at the nervous look that crossed his face. In some ways, she liked his shyness. It was as endearing as it was frustrating.

"Of course I'll be your date. You don't have to ask, Chandler. I'm your wife."

"But I wanted to ask. Just to hear you say that you would."

Monica smiled at him, then jumped up after a glance at her watch.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to go take care of some menu things at the restaurant. We have a huge dinner party tomorrow, and obviously I won't be there, since I'll be busy getting you settled in. I promised them I'd come by and check the final arrangements, since the staff has been doing everything by themselves for a few weeks now. If I want to keep my job, I've got to at least check in."

"That's fine, Mon. I understand. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow. I'll have the apartment all ready for you."

"Sounds great." He smiled, hoping to mask his apprehension, which was mirrored in Monica's eyes. She leaned over to kiss him quickly on the forehead, then headed out the door, calling out instructions for food and rest as she went. Chandler just nodded and smiled, knowing that she worried about him far too much. When the door closed behind him, he leaned his head back against his pillow, contemplating what would happen tomorrow. He was going home. Home, to Monica and Matthew. It should have been a comforting thought, but he was scared. As much as he hated his hospital bed, it was familiar. He wasn't sure he was quite ready to go home.



"Here we are!" Monica unlocked the door and took Chandler's hand, leading him into their apartment. Ross and Joey, who had tagged along to help get Chandler home and settled, entered with them. Rachel, Phoebe, Jackson, and Matthew were waiting in the living room. As soon as Matthew saw Chandler, he ran to him and hugged his leg. Monica and Rachel had already warned him that Chandler wouldn't be able to pick him up, so he was content just to cling to him.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" Chandler smiled at his son, placing a hand on Matthew's head in greeting.

"Hey, Matthew. It's good to be home."

Chandler turned his attention away from Matthew and surveyed his surroundings, his eyes wide.

"Wow. Mon, it's perfect."

Monica beamed at the awe in his voice, and reached up to kiss him on the cheek, her excitement over his homecoming pushing away the uncertainty she felt about their relationship.

"I know! Now, this is the kitchen of course. And the rest of this side is similar to what you remember. That's our bedroom, and that's Matthew's. The bathroom is in the same place. Your office is on the right over there, and Phoebe and Joey will be staying in the room on the left." She gave him a moment to look around, knowing that seeing the familiar apartment so different would be a difficult adjustment.

Chandler let his eyes take in the half that he knew, which didn't look that much different except for the wider kitchen, then his eyes followed the room around to the new half. Monica was right. The addition of what used to be the apartment next door gave them tons of space. He wondered what they did with all of it.

"Come on, sweetie. I'll show you the bedroom, and we'll get you settled. You know the doctors said you needed a few more days of rest."

Chandler nodded, then allowed Monica to guide him across the living room to the room they shared together, leaving Matthew chattering excitedly with Ross and Joey, telling them about all the things he'd done with Aunt Rachel and Aunt Phoebe while they were at the hospital. At the door to the bedroom, Chandler stopped. He'd been in Monica's room plenty of times, and had even been locked in there once, when Ross and Rachel were having it out after Ross slept with the copy shop girl. He was surprised at how different it looked now. Monica had painted it a light green, and the bedspread wasn't as frilly as hers had once been. Looking around, he could see some of his own things scattered around. He decided the room looked like something that would belong to both him and Monica.

"It's nice." Monica glanced at him, wondering why he was so surprised.

"Did you think it wouldn't be?" Her teasing voice brought him out of his own thoughts, and he blushed slightly.

"No, of course not. I just…It's so different."

"Well, you complained endlessly about the "girl's room" when we first started dating, so we changed it when you moved in."

She helped him into the bed, and pulled the covers to about his waist. "You okay?"

"Fine. Thanks."

"Of course. Do you want anything? Water?"

"No, Mon. I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I promise, if I need something, I'll let you know. I know how much you like to mother people."

Monica smiled and started arranging the blankets around him again. "Especially you." Though she said it under her breath, Chandler heard and had to hide a smile. He reached for her hand.

"It's nice to see you smiling again. You haven't been doing much of that lately. I understand why, of course, but it's still nice to see you happy again. I was worried about you."

Monica glanced at him, then sat down on the bed. "I think I should be the one worrying about you, not the other way around." But she smiled again, unable to hide her delight at having him home again, even if it wasn't like she had hoped it would be.

Chandler nodded, and was about to speak again when Matthew waltzed into the room.

"Daddy…" Chandler and Monica both smiled at his singsong voice, knowing that that look on his face meant he was up to something.

"What is it, Matthew?" Monica's tone was suspicious, and Chandler smiled again as he thought about how mother-like she sounded.

"Nothing, Mommy!" Matthew's voice was indignant. Monica looked at him with raised eyebrows for a moment, and Matthew looked back, his eyes wide and innocent. Matthew broke first, and his face broke into a smile as he shrugged.

"Well, Aunt Rachel and me made Daddy a surprise. I was just gonna bring it to him, Mommy." Monica laughed as Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, that was sweet of you. What did you make Daddy?"

"Cookies!" Even Chandler laughed at the exuberant smile on Matthew's face, and whispered to Monica so that Matthew couldn't hear.

"Are you sure he's not Joey's?" Immediately, he wished he hadn't said it. His joking nature sometime got him in trouble, and he wasn't sure how Monica would react to that comment. He was relieved when she only laughed, and held out her arms to her son. He bounded into them, cuddling against her as she kissed his forehead.

"What kind of cookies did you make Daddy?"

"Chocolate chip. Aunt Rachel said that they're Daddy's favorites."

"She's right. They are my favorites." Chandler reached over to tousle Matthew's hair. "So are you going to bring me some?"

"Yeah!" Matthew scrambled off of Monica's lap, and charged back out of the bedroom, yelling for Rachel as he went.

"Are you sure you can handle cookies, Chandler?"

Chandler nodded and smiled. "I'll only eat one or two. Besides, my little boy made them for me. How can I say no to that?"

Matthew reentered the room, carefully balancing a small plate of cookies, while Rachel followed with some glasses and a carton of milk.

"Here you go, Chandler." Rachel leaned over to set her tray down, and whispered quietly to Chandler. "I watched him every second, so they're fine."

Chandler laughed and turned to Matthew.

"These look wonderful. You must have inherited your mother's cooking ability."

Matthew nodded, his mouth already full of cookie. "Uh-huh."

"I'll just leave you two to enjoy your snack." Monica kissed Matthew on top of the head, then did the same for Chandler. "Take care of your dad, Matty."

Chandler looked up at her, perplexed. "You don't want to have cookies with us, Mon?"

"Nah, I need to talk to Rachel about Ross's party anyway. You two enjoy yourselves."

"Okay, if you're sure."

Monica rose and walked out the door, then stopped and turned to look back at them. She didn't need to talk to Rachel. She just wanted to give Matthew some time alone with Chandler, and vice versa. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she watched her son chattering excitedly with Chandler, and Chandler laughing in turn. After a moment, she turned away, and went to grab a cookie from the plate Ross, Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel were congregated around. Even though her friends were talking animatedly, she didn't bother trying to listen. Instead, she found herself straining to hear Chandler's low voice, and Matthew's responding giggles.



"Matthew! Time for bed, sweetie!" Monica didn't have to look for him. She knew he was in Chandler's room, as always. Their son had barely left his father's side in the week since Chandler had returned home. He even took naps by his father's side, and Monica had snuck in more than once with a camera to capture the image of her husband and son sleeping together on the bed. Monica couldn't blame Matthew for wanting to be near his father, but she worried that the two-year-old's constant presence was draining Chandler. He should be resting and recovering, rather than entertaining a little boy. But Chandler didn't complain, and Monica knew he enjoyed getting to know his son all over again.

Matthew came slowly out of Chandler's room, rubbing his eyes. Monica picked him up and kissed his cheeks as she carried him into his room to change him into pajamas.

"Somebody looks tired. Did you wear Daddy out too?"

"Mm hmmm." He lifted his arms for her to take off his t-shirt and replace it with the soft pajama top. "We were playing Batman."

"Batman, huh? I know you're always Batman, sweetie, but who was Daddy?"

"The Joker." Chandler, the funny one, would be the joker. She smiled at her son as she sat down on the bed beside him and pulled him onto her lap. Matthew wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his head against her shoulder.

"I love you, Matty."

"I love you too, Matty." Monica looked up, surprised to see Chandler standing in the doorway, watching the scene with teary eyes.

"Chandler, you shouldn't be out of bed."

"Oh, Monica. I'm fine. I've been home for a week, and I'm dying to be ANYWHERE but that bed. Besides, I think it's time Matthew gets his bedtime story in here, instead of coming into our room so I can read to him, then having to wake up again to come back in here."

Monica looked at him for a moment, trying to decide whether to concede the point or try to get him back into the bed. Chandler decided for her when he came into the room, and sat down on the bed, putting an arm around her shoulders, and kissing the sleepy Matthew on the cheek.

"What'll be tonight, Matthew?"

Matthew shifted slightly in Monica's arms so he could look at Chandler, and smiled. "Read the Moon book, Daddy."

Chandler glanced at Monica, wondering which one was the moon book. Monica put Matthew in his arms, then went to the small bookcase, choosing one from the top shelf.

"Goodnight Moon. He loves it."

Chandler put Matthew down on his bed, and pulled the covers over him. He lay down on one side of Matthew, with his arm around him, while Monica laid on the other. Chandler opened the book and began to read, as Matthew cuddled up against him, listening dreamily. Chandler and Monica switched off, page by page, as Matthew drifted off to sleep, tucked securely between his parents. Chandler read the last page, then shut the book carefully. He glanced at Monica, who was watching Matthew contentedly. Chandler got up slowly, kissed Matthew gently on the head, then came around the bed and held out a hand to Monica. After dropping a kiss on Matthew's forehead, Monica took Chandler's hand and allowed him to lead her out of the room.

"So, you're the Joker, are you?"

Chandler grinned, and sat down on the couch. "Don't you think it's fitting?"

"A little too fitting I think." Monica sat down next to him, and Chandler put his arm on the back of the couch, resting his hand on her arm.

"So how are you doing, Mon? You okay?"

"Don't you think I should be asking you that?"

"I'm fine. Glad to be out of the bed, so please don't put me back!"

Monica smiled at the desperate face he made. "I won't. Not yet anyway."

"Soo… Wanna answer the question? Please?"

Monica thought about it for a second before she answered.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm not going to pretend for a second that it doesn't bother me that you still don't remember. And I would be lying if I told you I wasn't worried about it. But, it's easier now than it was at first. I guess I'm just getting used to this."

Chandler pulled her closer, and Monica self-consciously rested her head on his shoulder.

"This okay?" Chandler spoke softly, unsure of how much was too far. They'd often cuddled together on the couch when they were friends, but he wasn't sure how she would react to it now. In the week he had been home, they had kissed occasionally, always on the cheek or forehead, and hugged a few times, but there hadn't been very much contact. He knew she was still feeling awkward, having to revert back to "just friends" after being used to a husband, and he didn't want to push her. But he enjoyed having her close to him. It made him feel safe.

"Yeah, it's fine." Monica sighed, then turned a little so she facing him. She rested her hand on his chest, and closed her eyes, feeling comfortable there for the first time since he came out of surgery. "In fact, it's nice."

"Yeah, it is."

Chandler turned the t.v. on and started flipping channels, looking for something interesting. He gave up quickly, and turned to Monica.

"Hey, Mon-" He stopped when he saw that she was fast asleep. He carefully lifted her head off his shoulder and laid her down on the couch, knowing she would kill him if he exerted himself to carry her into her room like he wanted to. After covering her carefully with the afghan thrown across the back of the couch, he kissed her gently on her temple, then sat on the coffee table for a while, watching her sleep.

Finally, he went into the bedroom and closed the door, lying down on the bed. The room - especially the bed - smelled like Monica. He'd noticed it the first night he had been home, but had grown used it in the meantime. Tonight, though, he inhaled deeply, and reached for her pillow. He held it tightly against him as he fell asleep, thinking about the woman asleep on the couch in the living room and the way his heart beat just a little faster every time he was near her. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew that he was somehow happier when she was close by.



"So?"

Monica looked up from the vegetables she was chopping and glanced at Rachel questioningly.

"So…what?"

"So, how are you coping with all this? How's Chandler doing?"

Monica sighed and put down the knife. She sat down at the table with Rachel, who was wrapping a gift for Ross, and reached for the scissors and ribbon to tie a bow for her.

"Chandler's fine. He's feeling almost as good as new, and everything seems to be okay. With the exception of, you know, his memory, he's made a complete recovery. He's at the park with Matthew now. Me, on the other hand…"

Rachel stopped what she was doing and hugged her friend.

"You sure you're up to this tonight?"

Monica shrugged and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Besides, it's too late to change Ross's party. I wish Joey and Phoebe could have stayed a little longer, so they could be here tonight."

"Yeah, it still seems strange to have any big event without them doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does. Makes you wonder why things have to change…"

"Mon? Are you sure you're okay? 'Cause you know I'll listen if you want to talk about it."

Monica bit her lip and looked at her best friend, the truth evident in her eyes. Finally, she sat down and looked at Rachel honestly.

"I'm scared, Rach. What if…What if he doesn't ever remember? What are we supposed to do then? I can't imagine having to do this for the rest of my life. I can't just go on indefinitely…pretending I don't love him, acting like I don't want to just throw myself into his arms and cry on his shoulder, keeping secrets from him." She paused and looked up.

"I've started having morning sickness. It's not too bad yet, and I don't think he's even realized it. But I've been nauseous and really, really tired. It's only a matter of time before he figures out that something's wrong. And if he asks, I can't even tell him what it is. I think that's the worst part. I'm carrying his baby, and I can't share any of it with him."

Monica broke down crying, and Rachel hugged her, shedding a few tears of her own.

"I know this has to be hard for you, Mon. I can't even imagine what it's like. But it will all be okay. He's got to remember eventually. And every day that goes by brings it closer. You guys seem to be more normal lately. That has to be a good sign."

"Yeah, actually, things between us are going really well. I feel…comfortable now, when I used to just be awkward. He tries so hard to pretend everything's okay. It's sweet, really. I mean, he's the one with amnesia and he's trying to make ME feel better about things. And, it's not a struggle anymore just to get through the days. I'm just worried. That he might never remember. That this relationship we have now is all we'll ever be again. And how in the world will I explain not telling him I'm pregnant if he doesn't remember before I start showing? Which will be soon. I'm already reluctant to wear anything too form-fitting. I don't know how he'll react if I tell him I've been keeping something like this a secret."

"Just be patient, Mon. Everything will work out. He has to remember sooner or later."

"God, I hope it's sooner." Monica stared at her hands for a minute, then jumped up.

"I can't just sit here, I still have food to fix! And the party's in-" She glanced at the clock. "-five hours! Oh God, I'm have so much to do!"

Rachel smiled, and went to put the gift she had just wrapped on the table with the others. "At least you're still the same, Mon."

Monica turned to glare at her, and Rachel laughed as she went to help her finish the food, hoping the party preparations would keep Monica's mind off of Chandler.



"Chandler, your mom will be here any minute. Will you make sure everything Matthew will need tonight is in his bag?"

"Sure. So, are you sure it's a good idea to let Matthew stay a whole night with my mother?" He began rifling through Matthew's bag, pleased that he knew what things were necessary for a night away from home: his blanket and a stuffed dog to sleep with, his favorite pajamas, clothes for tomorrow, a book for bedtime, some toys, and a little bag of snacks, in case Nora didn't have anything he liked.

"Yes, he'll be fine. I told you, your mother has settled down a bit since she became a grandmother. Besides, I don't really want to leave him with Rachel's sister. I mean, she's already taking care of Jack. And everyone else we know will be here at the party. Would you rather keep him awake all night with noise?"

"Of course not. Just…my mom. She certainly screwed me up."

"She did not. You're perfect. Besides, she can't do that much damage in one night. He'll be asleep most of the time anyway."

Chandler turned away to hide his smile at her compliment, and picked up Matthew's bag, setting it down by the door.

"He's all set."

"Good. Now, everyone should start getting here in about an hour. I can get dressed as soon as Matthew leaves, and that will leave me about 30 minutes to set the food out and do a last clean sweep. We've got the table set up for the gifts, the cake's all-" She was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Chandler sighed in relief, his head spinning slightly from her monologue.

"Saved by the door. Matthew! Grandma's here!" He opened the door for his mother, who kissed him quickly on the cheek and headed for Matthew who had run out of his room and straight to Nora.

"Hey sweets. Is my boy ready for a night with Grandma?"

Matthew nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I haven't been to your house in a long time."

Nora picked Matthew up and finally turned her attention to Chandler and Monica.

"You're looking well, Chandler. It's good to see you on your feet."

"Thanks, Mom. I had a good nurse."

"She is the best, isn't she?" Nora hugged Monica, who smiled and blushed a little.

"Thanks, Nora. Now, everything he needs is in his bag. We'll pick him up tomorrow afternoon, if that's okay?"

"Perfect. You children have fun tonight, and don't worry. I'll take good care of my grandson."

"Thanks Mom." "Thanks Nora." Chandler and Monica kissed Matthew goodbye, and he waved to them all the way down the hall.

"Have fun sweetie! We'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye, bye!"

As soon as Nora and Matthew disappeared down the stairs, Monica turned and ran for the guest room.

"Gotta get dressed! I got your black suit dry-cleaned, Chandler. It's in the closet. Wear your blue shirt and the black tie."

Chandler smiled at her anxiety, which he knew all too well, and ambled toward their room.

"Yes ma'am!"

He dressed quickly, and checked his hair in the mirror before walking back out into the kitchen. He retrieved the white rose he had asked Rachel to buy for him earlier that day from the back of the fridge, and went to sit on the couch and wait.

"Mon, how long does it take to put on a dress?"

"Shut up Chandler!"

He could hear the laughter in her voice, and couldn't help but smile. He was a little nervous about the evening, but he wanted to make it special for her. Monica deserved a break from the harsh reality she had been living lately, and he wanted to give her that.

He heard the door open, and turned to look at her as she emerged slowly from the bedroom, smiling at him shyly. Her hair was up, and her backless black dress was gorgeous. It was a little less revealing than she usually wore, but suited her perfectly. A simple pearl necklace was around her neck.

"God, Monica. You look…amazing."

"Thank you." Her voice was soft as she gazed back at him, both of them feeling the electricity of the moment. Monica finally broke the moment as she smiled and walked over to him, reaching up to straighten his tie. "You look pretty amazing yourself."

Chandler suddenly remembered the rose in his hand, and held it out to her, smiling self-consciously.

"Um, this is for you."

"Oh, Chandler. You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. This is kind of like our first date for me."

Monica nodded, looking up at him with a slight smile on her face. "Thank you. It's beautiful."

"So are you." He automatically started to lean in and kiss her, but changed his mind and let his lips graze her forehead instead. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time, before Monica finally stepped back and broke eye contact.

"Okay, I've got to put out the food, and put the candles on the cake, and pick out some cds…"

Chandler laughed, hoping to cover up his disappointment. "What can I do?"

"Will you put the wine over on that table? And get out the liquor and some glasses."

"Of course."

Monica was just placing the cake on the center table when someone knocked on the door.

"Oh no, the guests are here!"

Chandler, who had opened the door, just smiled. "It's just your parents, Mon. Besides, everything's ready."

"Oh…you're right. Hey Mom. Hey Dad."

"Hello, Monica. Has my grandson already left?"

"Yeah, Chandler's mom picked him up a few minutes ago."

"Oh, we had hoped to see him before he left. You should have had Nora wait till we got here."

"Mom, Nora has things to take care of too. Besides, it's a little late for Matthew to just be leaving. He'll want to play with Nora before he goes to bed."

"Did you make sure he took his favorite blanket with him? You know he won't sleep without it."

"Yes, I know." Monica gritted her teeth. "I AM his mother."

Chandler placed a hand on Monica's back, hoping to calm her down. He could see that things had not improved much between mother and daughter.

"Matthew has everything he needs. Monica always double-checks…and then has me check a third and fourth time." Chandler smiled as he spoke, and he caught Monica's grateful look.

"Everything looks wonderful. My little Harmonica sure knows how to throw a party." Jack Geller broke the tension and kissed his daughter on the cheek, hoping Judy would behave. Monica certainly had enough on her mind without fighting with her mother.

"Thanks Dad. I try." Monica cast one more frustrated look toward her mother, who was paying no attention, and went to put ice on the drink table.

The guests started to arrive a few minutes later, and Monica threw herself into the role of hostess. Chandler watched her as he chatted with Doug, his old boss. Monica was pouring drinks, and talking to one of Rachel's friends from work. After a moment, she glanced toward him and he caught her eye. She smiled, and Chandler smiled back, then forced his attention back to Doug.

"…coming back to work?"

"Huh…Sorry, Doug, I was looking at my wife." He smiled as he thought about how easy it was for him to call her his wife. "What were you saying?"

Doug smiled and glanced toward Monica. "You're a lucky man, Chandler. I hope you know that."

"Oh, I do. I do. What were you saying?"

"I was asking when you thought you might be coming back to work. I hear that department of yours is suffering without the boss there."

"Oh…Um, I don't know. I haven't thought about it really. But, actually, I feel fine. I don't see why I can't be back in a couple of weeks."

"Great. We miss you around there, buddy." Dough slapped him on the butt and walked away. Chandler grimaced, and wished that some of the things that were still the same had changed after all.

Chandler was walking toward Monica when the door opened to reveal Ross and Rachel. With the arrival of the birthday boy, the atmosphere of the party changed, and attention turned to Ross. It was fifteen minutes before Chandler could make his way to his brother-in-law and wish him a happy birthday.

"Thanks, man. Where's Mon?"

"Uh…" Chandler glanced around the room, trying to locate her. "Over there. Pouring drinks."

"Thanks. I'm going to go say hi." Ross walked away, and Chandler turned to Rachel.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Well, aren't we the gracious host?" Rachel teased him. "Thanks, Chandler, but I'm fine. Ross and I just ate dinner. I think I'll just go have a glass of wine."

Chandler followed her over to the table, where Ross was hugging Monica and thanking her for the party.

"Well, thank Chandler too. He helped me get ready. And he kept me calm, as usual." Monica winked at him, and Chandler smiled.

"Ross, I love this song. Come dance with me, please?"

Ross looked toward Monica and Chandler with raised eyebrows, and allowed Rachel to pull him to the middle of the room, where several couples were dancing, leaving Chandler and Monica alone.

"So, do you need any help over here Monica?"

"No, I think most people have drinks. I'm just gonna let them get their own from here on out. Do you think we should have Ross cut the cake?"

"Sure. Wait till the song's over though. He looks pretty happy right where he is."

Monica looked toward her brother and Rachel, who were swaying back and forth, kissing lightly.

"Yeah. He does." Chandler caught the wistful note in her voice, and knew he was the reason for it. He suddenly felt terrible, and totally unsure of what to do. He wanted to ask her to dance, but had barely opened his mouth when he was interrupted.

"Monica, Chandler, hi! It's so good to see you!"

"Carol!" Monica hugged Ross's ex-wife, and turned to greet Susan. "Hey Susan. How are you?"

"Great, great. How are you feeling Chandler?"

"Oh, I'm feeling wonderful, thanks. Monica's been great. She had be back on my feet in no time."

"Carol, how's Ben doing? It seems like ages since I've seen my nephew."

"Oh, Ben's great. He can't stop talking about that baby though."

"Ben's wonderful with Jack. I'm glad he's not jealous. Hey, will you guys excuse me? I'm going to get Ross to cut the cake."

"Sure. Nice to see you guys."

"You too." Monica went to turn the music down, then stepped up onto a chair so she could get everyone's attention.

"Hey, everyone! It's now time for Ross to cut the cake! So tear yourself away from Rachel for a minute, big brother, and come on over here."

Ross made his way over to the cake table, holding Rachel's hand, and picked up the knife. The guests cheered as he plunged the knife into it, almost like it was a wedding reception. Ross went to work handing out cake, and Monica went to help him. Chandler left them and went to sit on the couch, where Rachel joined him.

"You okay, Chandler? You look a little tired."

"Oh, I'm fine Rach. Better than I've felt in a while."

"Okay. So, how's everything going with you guys?"

Chandler glanced at her, then over at Monica, who was laughing as Ross tried to get a slice of cake on a plate without turning it over.

"As well as can be expected. I can tell she's still really worried about the whole memory thing, but…"

"You can't expect Monica not to worry."

"So true."

"What about you? How do you feel about it?"

Chandler shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it.

"I'm okay. I mean, I don't know what I'm missing. Not that I don't want to remember. I do. But I want to remember for Monica's sake as much as my own. This has to be horrible for her, having a husband that doesn't remember being married. But I think things are getting better between us. I'm not scared to hug her, or try to comfort her. And she lets me, that's the most important thing."

"She's worried about you, Chandler. I'm not going to tell you it's not hard for her, but it's hard for her because she loves you, not because things are a bit awkward for her."

Chandler nodded and looked toward his wife, thinking that she shouldn't be going through this. Not wanting to discuss the subject that the thought about constantly, he groped for a new topic. "So how's life in the Geller household?"

Rachel looked confused for a moment, then smiled. "Perfect as always. Jack's growing so fast. Before we know it, he'll be as big as Matthew!"

Chandler smiled at that, and launched into a recitation of all the cute things Matthew had said or done since Rachel saw him last. Rachel smiled at his animated face. It was easy to see how much Chandler loved Matthew. A few minutes later, they were interrupted by Ross.

"I don't know why Monica had to bake such a big cake. That took forever!" Ross grinned and handed Rachel and Chandler each a piece of cake. He sat down beside Rachel, putting his arm around her.

"It's about time you got finished with that. I want to dance with the birthday boy again."

"Well, finish your cake and then maybe you can." Ross leaned in for a quick kiss, and Rachel laughed as she smeared a bit of frosting on his nose. Chandler rolled his eyes and spoke up.

"Hey, Ross, where's Mon?"

Ross looked around the room. "I don't know. Maybe she's cleaning up or something."

"I'm going to go find her. You children have fun."

"Oh, we will."

Chandler walked off, leaving his friends cuddling on the couch. He glanced around the room, noting quickly that she wasn't there. There wasn't a big crowd for her to get lost in. He checked the bedroom to no avail. He was starting to get worried when he saw a solitary figure on the balcony, looking out over the city. He climbed out the window and joined her, slipping out of his jacket so he could drape it around her shoulders. She looked at him gratefully, and pulled it closer around her.

"Thanks. I didn't realize I was cold."

Chandler just nodded and stood next to her, leaning his elbows against the wall. He turned his head to look at her.

"You okay?"

Monica nodded and tried to smile. "I'm fine. I just wanted a few minutes away from the crowd."

"You want me to leave you alone?"

"No, stay. I like your company."

They stood in silence for a moment, both looking out at the lights of the city. Inside, Chandler could hear the music changing to a song he knew Monica liked. He had heard her playing it several times over the past couple of weeks, when she was alone in her room, or thought he was asleep. Finally, he had the chance to ask her what he'd mean meaning to ask all night.

"Dance with me, Mon?"

She glanced toward the apartment, and recognized the familiar tune. She closed her eyes, hoping she would be able to stay in control. She didn't really want to dance, not to this song, but she couldn't say no.

"Okay."

Chandler stepped closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Monica placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell if she started to cry. Of all songs, he had to pick this one…

"These are the moments I know heaven must exist. These are moments, I know all I need is this. I have all I've waited for…and I could not ask for more."

Chandler was more content than he could remember being. Holding Monica just felt right, and there was something about that song…

"Who's singing this?"

"Edwin McCain."

"Great song."

"Yeah, it's-" Monica stopped short, before she blurted out that it was the song they had danced to at the reception. "It's, um, a good song."

Chandler placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head so she was looking at him. He could tell that she was a little upset, but decided not to question her. He already knew the answer. He smiled at her, and she smiled back hesitantly before returning her head to his shoulder.

Monica tried to make herself forget what song they were dancing to, but she couldn't. After a moment, she pulled away and walked away from him, trying in vain to keep him from knowing she was crying. Chandler followed her, and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.

"Mon?" The simple question only made her tears fall faster, and she leaned into his arms, trying to decide what she should say. She finally decided to tell him the truth. It wasn't like she was telling him what he said in his vows on their wedding day, or that she was two and a half months pregnant with his baby. There were still plenty of details for him to come up with on his own.

"Chandler, that song…We danced to it at our wedding reception."

Chandler sighed and held her closer, rubbing her back gently. He could see why she was so upset. This was obviously a song that meant a lot to them, and he didn't even know it. He didn't know what to say, so he just held her until she wiped her eyes and stepped back.

"I'm sorry, Chandler. I just - Sometimes it's so hard."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry too. I just…I didn't know. And that's the whole problem, isn't it?"

Monica looked up at him and saw the frustration in his eyes.

"Chandler, don't. It's not your fault. I should have told you when you asked me to dance, but…" He hugged her again as she trailed off.

"Mon, I'm so, so sorry that I'm putting you through this. But you've been so great. You don't know how much better you've made me feel about all this. I just wish there was something I could do to make you feel better."

Monica pulled away, wiping her eyes and trying a smile.

"You have. Just by being you. You always manage to make me feel better."

Chandler hugged her again, and when Monica broke the hug, she looked more peaceful.

"God, I must look horrible. Do I have mascara all over my face?'

"You look beautiful."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin our 'date'."

"You couldn't. Besides, who can blame you for being upset?"

Monica shrugged slightly, and kissed him on the cheek before she turned to return to the party. "Coming?"

"Right behind you."

He followed her in, and felt her reach for his hand as they joined the other guests. Somehow, knowing that she was reaching out to him made his heart beat a little faster. He squeezed hers back, knowing that they had somehow taken a very important step towards each other out on the balcony.

Chandler noticed Judy in the corner talking to Mrs. Green, and discreetly steered Monica away, towards Ross, who was looking on as Rachel opened his gifts and exclaimed over each one.



"Bye guys!"

"Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Happy birthday Ross!"

"Good night!"

Chandler closed the door, and looked at Monica, who walked over and flopped down on the couch, exhausted. He followed her and sat down beside her, removing his tie as he did so.

"That was a great party Monica. I had a good time."

"Thank you. You were a great date." Her voice was teasing, and Chandler felt relieved that she seemed to have forgotten about the balcony incident and relaxed. He stood and went into the kitchen, pouring them each a glass of wine.

"Here. I don't think you even took the time to pour yourself a drink tonight."

"Oh, no Chandler. I can't drink that." She said it before she had time to think. When she saw the surprised look on his face, she scrambled for a way out, trying to come up with a plausible reason why she couldn't drink.

"You don't like wine anymore?"

"Um…well, actually no. I stopped drinking it when I was pregnant…with Matthew…and I just lost my taste for it I guess."

Chandler looked at her suspiciously, then shrugged and put both glasses down.

"Well, I probably shouldn't drink it either."

Monica smiled slightly, relieved that he hadn't asked questions. She gazed at him for a moment, wondering if she was imagining the loving look in his eyes. Chandler finally broke the stare, and stood up, pulling her with him.

"Stay right there. There's something we need to do."

He walked over to the stereo and looked through their cds for a minute before finding the one he wanted. As he put it in and found the track, he turned to look at her.

"I know you used to like this song a lot. I hope you still do…But I think it's perfect for us tonight. So, since our last one didn't turn out quite so well, and since I'm dying to try it again, will you honor me with a dance?"

Monica smiled and nodded. Chandler hit the play button and came to her. Monica eyes filled with tears yet again when she heard the beginning chords. Chandler pulled her gently into his arms, and she willingly leaned against him, feeling comfortable there instead of the usual longing. Chandler kissed her gently on the top of her head, and leaned his cheek against hers as they started to sway to the music.

"Someday, when I'm awfully low,
when the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you…
and the way you look tonight.
Oh, but you're lovely
With your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but love you
Just the way you look tonight…"

Chandler tightened his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her body close to his, and knowing the truth held within the lyrics of the song. At moments like this, he wondered how he could forget anything that he had shared with her - much less all of it. He pushed his troubled thoughts to the back of his mind and whispered softly in her ear.

"Monica, you were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight."

Monica looked up at him, touched.

"Really?"

"Really. Come on, Monica. You're the most beautiful woman in most rooms."

She couldn't believe that he had said the very same words that had propelled her into his arms the night that had started it all. Before she had time to think, she was kissing him - and he was kissing back - just like they had seven years ago in London.

After a moment, Monica pulled back slowly, her eyes wide.

"Oh God, Chandler. I didn't mean - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just couldn't help myself."

Chandler looked back at her and swallowed hard, speechless. She turned her back to him and took a couple of steps, distancing herself. Chandler finally got control of his senses again and reached for her, enveloping her from behind in a big hug.

"Don't be sorry, Mon. I'm not. That was…I'm at a loss for words. Um, are our kisses always like that?"

Monica nodded sadly as Chandler turned her to look at him. "Yeah."

"Wow."

Monica smiled slightly and looked away. Chandler noticed her discomfort and decided to leave her alone for a minute. He sat down on the couch, and gazed up at her. After a moment she sat down next to him and glanced at him shyly.

"You really liked it?"

"Monica, are you crazy? That's the, um, most amazing kiss I've ever had." He paused and looked at her before continuing softly. "This is the most amazing night I've ever had."

Monica smiled and cuddled up to him as he put his arms around her. They sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Chandler?" Monica spoke hesitantly, and Chandler pulled back a little so that he could look at her.

Monica paused and looked down, trying to get enough courage to get out the words she wanted to say. "Um, tonight was wonderful, Chandler. Not just the, um, kiss, but all of it. You made me feel so much better, about everything. You've done everything from asking me to dance with you to a beautiful song to protecting me from my mother. I know this is really hard for you too, but you are doing everything you can to try to make it easier for me. And you don't know how much I appreciate it."

"Monica, I-" She stopped him with a finger on his lips, and looked at him a moment before continuing.

"There's one more thing I want you to do for me, to make tonight absolutely perfect."

"Anything." His eyes told her he meant it, and she took a deep breath before telling him what she wanted.

"I want to fall asleep in your arms tonight, Chandler. I don't mean sex. I think you know that I want to wait until, you know…for that. I just want to feel you next to me. Can I - Would you mind if I stayed with you tonight?"



Monica felt his arms around her as soon as the first stages of wakefulness hit. She smiled as she remembered the night before, and the gentle way he had kissed her cheek as they were falling asleep. She had awakened periodically during the night, subconsciously wanting to know he was still there, and had been reassured each time by his strong arms and even breath against her neck.

She felt his arms tighten around her as he kissed the back of her head.

"Good morning."

She rolled over so that she could see his face, and rested a hand on his cheek as he smiled at her.

"Good morning to you too. I didn't expect you to be awake."

"I've been awake for an hour or so. I was just watching you. Thinking." He paused and smiled at her again. "You are so beautiful when you sleep."

She smiled back, then spoke teasingly. "And I'm not when I'm awake?"

"Didn't say that, did I?" Chandler brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and let his hand rest on the side of her face. "You know I think you're gorgeous - always." He grinned, making her heart beat faster. "See if I try to compliment you again."

"Ah, you're not that easy to scare."

"You're right."

Monica leaned in to brush her lips lightly against his. "Thank you. For last night."

Chandler sobered and ran his fingers down her arm.

"Thank you. For letting me hold you all night long. It was, um, amazing. Something about it just felt right."

"Well, that's because it is. I promised myself I wouldn't do this - ask you for anything before you got your memory back - but I couldn't help it. I miss you. I'm not trying to push you or anything. I know it'll take time, and no matter how badly I want you to remember, I can't do anything to make you. But it felt so wonderful to fall asleep with your arms around me again."

"I know. It felt wonderful for me too."

Monica watched him for a moment, trying to get her thoughts in order. She didn't know why everything suddenly seemed so normal, but she welcomed the change, no matter how fleeting. Finally pushing her questions aside, she reluctantly got out of the bed and wrapped a robe around her.

"I've got to get ready for work. I promised I'd come in early and work on a new entrée for the dinner menu. I'll drop Matthew off at day care on my way."

"Do you want me to pick Matthew up? Not like I have much else to be doing…"

"No, I will. I'm only going to be at the restaurant for a couple of hours. Besides, you don't know where his school is anyway."

"Oh…yeah. You're right."

"I'm getting in the shower. Do you need anything?"

"Nope, I'm better than I've been in awhile." Chandler smiled at her as she left the room, and she smiled back. But as soon as he heard the bathroom door shut, he leaned his pillow and sighed. Holding her had made all of his problems go away, but now they were back again. He hated feeling so incapable. He hated not knowing things basic things like where his son went when he left the house each morning. He closed his eyes and prayed that they wouldn't have to go on like this for much longer.



Insert montage - covering a couple of weeks - to Leann Rimes "Please Remember". I know, it's a song about goodbyes and all that, but it kind of fits, for more than just the obvious "remember" part. =) I'll put the words to the part that goes here after I put the clips that will show during the song. And I know that I'm not writing this as if it were an episode or something that would actually have a montage, but just pretend for now. =)

Montage:

Ø Monica talking to Chandler while she's fixing breakfast.
Ø Chandler and Monica sitting on the couch, watching t.v. together
Ø Chandler pushing Matthew on some swings in Central Park. He's smiling, but looking really thoughtful.
Ø Monica sitting at the table in their apartment, looking at her engagement ring, which she's taken off her hand.
Ø Chandler covering Monica up while she's sleeping on the couch.
Ø Chandler's still sitting on the coffee table, watching her sleep, and crying just a little.
Ø Monica running into the bathroom with morning sickness, and Chandler watching her, worried.
Ø Monica at the doctor's office with Ross, looking at an ultrasound and crying - happily.
Ø Chandler and Monica standing in the doorway of Matthew's room right after they've tucked him in. They're both looking at Matthew, and Chandler has his arms around Monica's shoulders.
Ø Monica looking at herself sideways in the mirror, trying to decide if the shirt she's wearing is baggy enough to disguise her pregnancy.
Ø Monica shaking her head as Rachel points to a crib decorated with baseball bats, soccer balls, etc in a baby store. Monica points to a ballerina lamp.
Ø Chandler sitting on the bed, staring at something. The camera zooms in and we see that it's a picture of Monica.
Ø Monica crying while she watches their wedding video.
Ø Chandler going into Central Perk and sitting down on the couch. He sits there for just a moment, as if he's waiting for someone, then leaves again.

"Please Remember"

"Time, sometimes the time just slips away
And you're left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I, I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time I had you with me
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
The memories we made
Please remember
Please remember
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember
Our time together
When time was yours and mine
And we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me.
Goodbye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We leave behind a life and time
We'll never know again
Please remember
Please remember
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
And remember, please remember me
Please remember
Please remember
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember
Our time together
When time was yours and mine
And we were wild and free
Then remember, please remember me"
(Song fades out as Chandler walks into the apartment.)

"Hey Mon. Hey Matthew."

Monica looked up and smiled as Matthew ran to Chandler and Chandler picked him up, greeting him with a kiss.

"How was your first day back?" Monica questioned seriously.

"Now I know why you hated going back to working full days. I could definitely get used to working four hours a day. Which, with my job, translates to about one and a half."

Monica shook her head and walked over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Just be careful. I don't want you working too hard."

"Monica, when have you ever known me to work hard?"

"Well…"

"That's right. Quit worrying."

Monica made a face, which sent Matthew into fits of giggles. Chandler laughed too, and finally Monica joined in. When they calmed down, Monica walked to the fridge.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Let's go out."

"Why? I can cook."

"You cook all day. Come on, we'll get Matthew Burger King and drop him off at your parents. They'll be delighted. Then you and I can go out for a nice dinner."

"Well…What do you think, Matty? You want to go stay with Gran and Papa Jack?"

Matthew screwed up his face, considering the possibility before he nodded his approval. He squirmed out of Chandler's arms, and jumped to the floor.

"Maybe Papa Jack will tell me some more stories!"

Monica glanced at her son and smiled. "What kind of stories does Papa Jack tell you, sweetie?"

"Um, he talks about Daddy having weird hair, and how you cut off Daddy's toe, and about how you used to be-" Matthew paused and thought for a moment, obviously trying to remember the exact words his grandfather had used. "Um, heavy. That's what he said. He told me if I was good, he might show me videos!"

Monica looked at Chandler with horror, knowing exactly what video her father was referring to, and remembering what she had found at the end of it. Chandler just smiled, recalling the trauma Monica had gone through when she watched the whole video.

"You tell your grandfather that he better watch them all the way through before he shows them to you. Now go get your jacket."

Matthew gave her a strange look then ran into his room to obey. Monica glanced at Chandler, who was still smiling.

"What are you smiling at? Do you remember what you look like in those videos? Granted, you aren't in the infamous prom video, but my dad does have a few…"

Chandler sobered quickly, then shrugged. "Well, YOUR father has told OUR son that YOU cut off MY toe! How do you think Matthew feels about that?"

Monica hit him playfully. "I better call my parents."

She went to the phone while Chandler went to help Matthew get ready. After a moment, Monica came into Matthew's room, the cordless phone still in her hand.

"Mom and Dad are ecstatic." She rolled her eyes, mimicking her mother. "Oh, yes, just bring that precious child right over. His grandmother will take even better care of him than Chandler does." She sighed, obviously annoyed. "Like his MOTHER doesn't have anything to do with it."

Chandler smiled sympathetically, then got up from where he was kneeling next to Matthew and hugged her, whispering to her. "You are an absolutely wonderful mother, Mon. God knows your mom was wrong about everything else over the years, but she knows how great you are with Matthew. Anybody can see that."

"How do you always know just what to say to make me feel better?" Monica pulled back and looked at him. "You always have, no matter what I was upset about."

"Ah, it's in my job description."

Monica smiled at him for a minute, then turned to Matthew. "Come on, sweetie. Papa Jack and Gran are waiting for you."

Matthew held up his arms, wanting to be carried, and Monica obliged, kissing his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her. Chandler watched them leave the room, smiling at the contentment on both faces. He followed them out of the room, and grabbed his jacket and one for Monica as he shut the door behind him.



"How's the chicken?"

Monica took another bite and glanced at Chandler.

"Pretty good."

"Wow, the gifted chef doesn't have any complaints about another person's cooking?"

Monica blushed a little. "Well, I wasn't going to ruin our dinner with comparisons, but if you want…"

"No, no. Please, just enjoy."

"I am. But not the food so much as you."

Chandler's face lit up at the simple compliment, and he reached across the table to take her hand

"Me too."

Monica glanced at their hands on the table and smiled. She knew he had reached for her without thinking, and knowing that they were that comfortable together reassured her. She liked things the way they were now. They had been more affectionate since the night after Ross's party, when they had spent the night together. They acted more like a married couple, and though kisses were still very rare, they touched often and no longer had any qualms about hugs or cuddling.

After they finished their dinner, Chandler suggested a walk in the park, and Monica readily agreed, unwilling to end the magic between them. He was surprised when Monica reached for his hand, but only hesitated briefly before wrapping his fingers around hers. She smiled at him, obviously pleased with his response. They walked in silence for a few minutes, before Chandler suddenly stopped and turned Monica toward him.

"Mon, there's something I have to tell you."

Monica noticed the strain on his face, and was immediately scared. "Are you okay? Do we need to go home? Are you in pain or-"

"No, Mon," Chandler interrupted. "I'm fine, really. I've just been trying all night to find a good way to say this. And I can't seem to find any just spectacular words, so I'm just going to tell you, okay?"

"Okay." He saw the flicker of worry in her blue eyes, and smiled at her, hoping to relieve her tension. He looked down at his hands holding hers and took a deep breath before he looked at her again.

"Monica…I think I'm starting to remember."

He saw shock and happiness register immediately in her eyes, and she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Oh, sweetie! That's wonderful!"

He pulled back so that he could see her face before he continued.

"Monica, it's not really anything solid. I mean, I don't remember any specific events or anything. But I think I'm starting to remember…feelings, if that makes any sense."

Monica gazed at him, her expression still happy, but questioning. "What kind of feelings?"

Chandler looked down at her, not really knowing what words to use to explain it to her. He led her to a nearby bench and sat down next to her before he continued.

"I… I can't really explain it, Monica. Some things just seem familiar. Like I know that I've done it before - often - but I just can't remember actually doing it. It's almost like deja vu or something. But…Somehow I know that it's the edges of my memory starting to become clear again. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah…It does, sort of. What kinds of things seem familiar? Was it going back to work?"

"Well, yeah, some of it is work. I kind of instinctively know what to do, although I don't remember having that job. But it's much, much more than work. Most of the times I feel like that…I'm with you."

He gazed into her eyes, and watched as the tears that slowly filled them ran down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away with his thumb, and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Every time you hold my hand or hug me, I feel kind of…warm. Safe. But that night, after Ross's party, when you stayed with me… That's the strongest it's been. When I woke up with my arms around you, and watched you sleeping, I just knew that it was something I'd done every morning for years, and that it was something I loved to do. Since then, every time I'm near you, I get that same kind of feeling. At first I thought…" He paused and she turned her head slightly to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought that maybe I was just falling for you all over again. Not remembering being in love you, but starting again. And maybe I am. Something tells me I fell in love you again every day we were together." He stopped to smile at her before he went on. "But it's more than that. It's something so, so much deeper. And the only explanation I can come up with is that I'm remembering some of the things I felt before."

They were both quiet for a moment. Chandler placed his hand on her cheek and gently turned her face toward him, so he could look into her eyes.

"Say something. Please."

Monica looked at him for a moment before she put her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her for a tender kiss. When she reluctantly pulled away, she leaned her forehead against his and spoke softly.

"I love you. I know I promised I wouldn't say or do things like that, but you can't tell me something like that and expect me not to."

"Hmm…Do you hear me complaining?" Chandler pulled her into his arms and held her close, stroking her hair while she clung to him.

"Chandler?" Monica questioned him hesitantly, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "What now?"

Chandler sighed and held her even closer. "I don't know, Mon. I mean, I still don't remember - things. But maybe that's coming soon. I hope so, honey. I really do."

"Me too. There's a lot I want you to remember." Like the baby, she continued to herself. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hide it from him. He knew she was having morning sickness, and she knew that he noticed that she took naps and went to bed earlier. But he seemed content to pass it off to a flu bug. She was sure that pregnancy was a conclusion he would never jump to on his own, and she was scared to tell him. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide it simply with loose clothes much longer. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she seemed to be getting bigger much faster than she had with Matthew.

After a few moments of silence, Chandler pulled away and smiled at her. "We better go get our son. It's just about bedtime." He paused and grinned at her. "God, I'm such a grownup."

Monica grinned back and stood up. "Yeah, but you make an awfully good one."

Chandler pulled her into his arms for one more hug, then they started their walk back toward their car, hand in hand.



Chandler finished his coffee as he listened to Matthew telling him about an event at his school, and glanced toward Monica. She looked a little pale, and she hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. He pushed aside his concern, telling himself that there was nothing to worry about, and grabbed his briefcase.

"I'm off to the exciting world of data-processing." Monica only smiled wanly in response.

"Have a good day, honey."

"I'll try." He gave Matthew a quick kiss on the forehead. "Be good, son. I'll see you tonight." He turned to Monica and kissed her on the lips without thinking. "Bye Mon. I-" He stopped suddenly, realizing what he was about to say. She was staring back at him, her eyes wide. Chandler slowly backed away, still staring into her eyes.

"Uh, I - I'll see you tonight."

Monica nodded, still stunned, and watched him walk toward the door. Just before he opened it, he turned back to her.

"Is that something we do every morning?"

Monica didn't answer out loud, but he read it in her eyes. He knew that the goodbye kiss and exchange of "I love you's" was something sacred.

"See, that's what I mean. Things like that…it just feels right."

With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Monica staring after him, still trying to sort through what had just happened.



Chandler had sorting to do for himself, but the office was not the place to do it. He wanted to sit at his desk and try to figure out what was going on in his head - why he did some things without thinking, but couldn't remember ever actually doing them before. But with deadlines to meet, people were rushing around, asking him for answers he didn't have, and generally making him crazy, there was no time to sit and contemplate. So he threw himself into his work, doing his best to answer questions, and hoping the day would end quickly.

"Mr. Bing, where's the W.E.N.U.S. for two weeks ago? Mr. Douglas needs them ASAP."

"Um, I don't know Tony, I wasn't here remember? Check with Caldwell, he should know. And will you take these figures to him as you go?"

"Already there, Mr. Bing."

Chandler jerked around, startled by the words. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm on my way." Tony Marshall was looking at him strangely, but Chandler didn't care.

"No, the phrase. You said you're already there." Chandler turned away, ignoring the question in his colleague's eyes, and continued talking softly to himself. "I'm already there. The song…Oh, God, I've got to find Monica."

Chandler grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and ran out of the office, paying no attention the people that were calling after him. All he could think about Monica, and getting to her as quickly as he could.


As Chandler runs for home, "Please Remember" picks up where it left off. Here's the words to the rest of the song, which will play as we see Chandler running through the streets of New York, trying to hail a cab, pushing people out of his way, etc.


"And how we laughed
And how we smiled
And how this world was yours and mine
And how no dream was out of reach
I stood by you, you stood by me
We took each day and made it shine
We wrote our names across the sky
We ran so fast, we ran so free
And I had you and you had me
Please remember…"
(At "And I had you and you had me", Chandler runs into the apartment and Monica stands up from the couch, startled.)

"Chandler! Are you okay? What are you doing home?"

Chandler just stood and stared at her, thinking to himself that she had never looked more beautiful.

"Chandler?" She started to walk toward him, but his words made her stop dead in her tracks.

"I remember."

Monica stared at him, unable to believe she was actually hearing those words.

"What?"

"I remember, Mon. Everything." He started to walk toward her slowly, giving the news time to sink in. Monica stood still, too shocked to move.

"I remember London, and how it all started. I remember yelling out that I loved you when Phoebe was trying to get me to admit we were sleeping together. Hard eights in Vegas…this room filled with candlelight when you agreed to marry me…I remember crying the first time I held Matthew, and you told me that he looked like me. We read "Goodnight Moon" to him that night in the hospital and we think that's why it's his favorite. I remember how beautiful you were walking down the aisle on our wedding day, and I remember how much I meant it when I said…" He paused and wiped a hand across his eyes as he reached her and stroked her cheek with his hand, smiling as he repeated the words he had said on their wedding day. "I love you. Any surprises that come our way it's okay because I will always love you. You are the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. You want to know if I'm sure?"

Chandler gently wiped away the tears that were rolling down Monica's face, and leaned in to kiss her. Then he grinned and continued with the words he had said that day, after Joey had pronounced them man and wife. "I love you. And I know about the baby." He rested his hand against her abdomen as an added reassurance, and kissed her again.

Monica looked at him and suddenly started to sob, leaning back into his arms. Chandler held her close, stroking her hair, and smiling as he thought about his recently reacquired knowledge. He had his memory back. And he was going to be a father again.

Monica finally pulled back so she could look at him. "I wanted to tell you about the baby, Chandler, but the doctor-"

"Sweetie, it doesn't matter. I know why. I'm just sorry that you had to keep a secret like that from me. God, Monica, I love you so much." Chandler lifted her face so he could kiss her, and Monica finally smiled and kissed him back.

"I love you too. Oh, sweetheart, I was so afraid…"

"I know. I was too. But it's all over now. My tumor's gone, and I have my memory back."

"You remember everything, sweetie?"

"All of it. I remember dancing to "I Could Not Ask For More" at the reception, and I remember the day we bought the apartment next door. You told me you were pregnant with Matthew at Ross and Rachel's wedding. Joey and Phoebe got married in my hospital room. And the day Jack was born was the day we decided to start trying for another baby."

"Oh, I'm so glad to have you back!"

"Me too." He led her around to the couch and sat down, pulling her down into his lap and kissing her. "We've got a lot to catch up on."

"Matthew's at Ross and Rachel's for the afternoon."

"Aw, I was hoping he was here so I could - Oh…" Chandler smiled as he caught on and kissed Monica again, then allowed her to pull him up from the couch and lead him into their bedroom.

"I think it's time you started sleeping in here again, don't you, Mon?"

"Oh yeah."



Six months later…

"I like Emily."

"Chandler, I already told you why we can't name her Emily, no matter how much we both like it. Don't you think Rachel might have a little bit of a problem if we name our child after Ross's ex-wife?"

"Oh…yeah. But I really like it! Besides, if it weren't for Emily, we never would have been in London, and we might not have gotten together."

"I think we would've realized how much we loved each other sooner or later."

"But it's a good reason to call the baby Emily! And Emily goes really, really well with Bing."

"Well, that's true. But still, how would you feel if Ross and Rachel had named Jackson Richard or Pete?"

"Ah…Fine. You made your point. But as long as YOU don't name one of our children Richard or Pete, I'd be okay with it."

Monica laughed and kissed him, pulling away before it got too intense. "Come on, you promised we'd decide on a name today."

"Well, what do you like?"

"I like Brittney, but Brittney Bing? Nah. Same for Brooke." Monica paused. "Do you think we should be talking about boys' names too? We don't know for sure it's a girl. Just because we want it to be…"

"Well, maybe. Are there any particular boys' names you like?"

"Ethan or Caleb."

"I like those. Together. Ethan Caleb Bing."

"That's it. It's perfect. How come that's so easy?"

"Because we know it's not a boy. Back to girls' names. Morgan?"

"Elizabeth?"

"Emily, Emily, Emily!"

"Chandler…"

"Fine, fine, Rachel would kill us. How 'bout Courteney?" AN: I know, I know, but it's my story, so…

"Courteney Bing. Not bad. Got a middle name to go with it?"

"Well…Matthew's middle name is Chandler, we could make Courteney's Monica."

"Nope, nuh-uh."

"Why not?!"

"Just because. And we can't name her after Rach or Phoebe without the other getting upset, so don't even suggest it."

"Well, why don't you make a suggestion then?"

"I like Elizabeth. Courteney Elizabeth."

"Hmm…I like it."

"So do I."

Chandler smiled and laid his hand on Monica's abdomen. "So, in about a month, this will be either Courteney Elizabeth or Ethan Caleb."

"Yep. Now, was that so hard?"

"I still like Emily."

"Oh, quit pouting. Or I'll tell Rachel what you wanted to name the baby, and she'll explain to you - loudly - why that's not acceptable."

"Fine, fine." Chandler kissed Monica and wrapped his arms around her, leaning back against the headboard of their bed. "I can't believe that in four weeks we're going to have another child."

"I know. Good thing your prediction was wrong, and this baby isn't twins."

"Well, that just means that we're going to have to try harder next time."

"Who would've EVER thought Chandler Bing would want twins?"

"Let's not play that game. After all, nobody ever believed you and I would end up together."

"But we did, and that's all that matters."



Epilogue


"Chandler Bing? Dr. Gillespie will see you now."

Chandler rose from his seat and glanced at Monica nervously. She tried to smile reassuringly, but couldn't quite manage it. She was as scared as he was. His six-month check up had gone well, but this was the big one. The moment of truth. If there was no sign of the cancer this time, he was basically free and clear.

Chandler followed the nurse into the doctor's office, where Dr. Gillespie greeted him with a hearty handshake and a smile.

"Chandler, it's good to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Great, great. I hope you won't tell me I should be feeling otherwise."

"I hope so, too. How's that baby of yours?"

Chandler smiled, thinking about his five-month-old daughter.

"Courteney's wonderful. She looks just like Monica."

"I bet she's gorgeous. Do you have a picture?"

"Of course!" Chandler pulled out his walled and proudly showed the doctor the pictures he carried of Matthew and Courteney.

"They're beautiful, both of them."

"We think so."

"Well, you're a lucky guy, Chandler. After all you've been through, I know you appreciate each day you have with your family."

"I do. I do."

"Well, how 'bout we get this over with so you can get out of here? We're going to do several scans and some x-rays. It shouldn't take long. I'll take you on in now, if you're ready."

"As I've ever been."

Chandler felt his stomach twist into knots as Dr. Gillespie led him into the white room with the CAT scan machine. If there was something on those films, he didn't know what he and Monica were going to do. He knew the possibility of a relapse was miniscule, but he wouldn't rest easy until he was given a clean bill of health.

Monica sat in the waiting room, fiddling with the edge of her skirt, wondering how long this was going to take. Both she and Chandler had been almost sick with anxiety for days. She picked up a magazine and tried to read, but couldn't concentrate. She ended up staring into space and fiddling with her engagement ring, wondering what they would do if the tumor had come back.

"Monica?" Dr. Gillespie's voice startled her back to reality, and she stood up quickly.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you come on back and sit with Chandler while we wait on the results, okay?"

He didn't look worried, and was even smiling, but Monica still felt her heart race.

"Okay."

She followed him into his office, where Chandler was waiting, his face pale. She sat down in the chair next to him, and he reached for her hand as they waited for the doctor to start talking.

"The films should be back in a couple of minutes. You two just relax here, and I'll go take a look, okay?"

They both nodded, and Dr. Gillespie exited the room, leaving them alone. Chandler looked at Monica, wondering what she was thinking, but unable to get the words past his tight throat to ask. Monica squeezed his hand and leaned over to his him on the cheek.

"It'll be okay, Chandler. I know you're scared. So am I. But nothing else is going to happen to us, sweetie. I promise."

Chandler managed to nod, and almost started to believe her. But he couldn't relax until he heard the doctor tell him he was still okay.

Dr. Gillespie reentered the room after about ten minutes, and Monica and Chandler turned to look at him. He smiled.

"There's no sign of the tumor. You're perfectly healthy, Chandler."

Chandler stood up, relieved, and turned to Monica, who was crying.

"I'm fine. Oh God, Mon, I'm fine."

They hugged each other for a long time, then finally remembered that Dr. Gillespie was still in the room. They both turned to him at the same time, and thanked him over and over.

"Hey, it wasn't me. But I'm glad I got to give you the good news. Both of you have been in my thoughts over the past year."

Monica and Chandler thanked him and prepared to take their leave. Before they left, Dr. Gillespie made them promise to bring Matthew and the baby by to visit. They left the office hand in hand, and the doctor felt a glow of satisfaction as he watched them leave. It always felt good to see someone overcome something like cancer, but Chandler and Monica had found a special place in his heart. He was happy that everything had worked out for them.



"Matthew's asleep," Chandler announced as he walked into the living room, where Monica was rocking Courteney. Monica held up a finger to her lips as Chandler walked over to his wife and daughter, and knelt down next to them, gazing at the baby in Monica's arms. He watched as Courteney fluttered her eyes and finally closed them against her will. Already, their daughter was indicating that she had Monica's stubborn streak, especially when she was sleepy. Chandler lifted the baby out of Monica's arms and laid her in the cradle in the corner of their room.

Monica walked up behind Chandler as he watched their baby sleep and put her arms around him. He put an arm around her shoulders, and hugged her.

"Does it get any better than this?"

Monica smiled, and kissed him gently, caressing his cheek with her hand.

"I don't think so." She leaned over to adjust the blanket around their daughter, and led Chandler over to the bed. As he settled down beside her, she laid her head on his chest, and sighed with contentment.

"I love you, Chandler."

Chandler kissed the top of her head and let his hand absentmindedly stroke her hair.

"I love you too. You've made me so happy."

"So have you."

"Goodnight Mon."

"Goodnight Chandler."

Monica lifted her head for a goodnight kiss, and reached over to turn out the light. Chandler held her close as they both drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that they were going to get their happy ending.



THE END!!!!!!! Finally!! =) Hope you enjoyed it!