Sadly, this is the last chapter for this story! I had no idea it would be such a hit, but don't worry, I'm working on another Friends fic as we speak! Thank you so much everyone who read and/or reviewed! Love you all!
Monica came home after dropping the twins off at Ross and Rachel's for the night. Rachel had called and said that Emma wanted to have a sleepover with Erica and that Ben was staying with them so of course Jack had wanted to go see his cool older cousin. She took a deep breath before opening the back door. She knew the house would be a mess. She knew she and Chandler would spend another night tip toeing around each other, more than likely ordering some form of take-out. It was enough to make her want to turn right around and leave again. But she couldn't do that. She never was one to back down from anything. Tonight things would change. She would confront Chandler about their marriage and ask if he thought it was worth saving. If he said yes, then she would try her hardest to make it work. If he said no...
Walking into the living room, she gasped. The candles spread out around the room were the only lights on in the house. There was a table cloth over the coffee table with their fine china spread out and two glasses of wine. And in the middle of it all was Chandler, her husband, dressed in nice slacks and a button down collared shirt. "Chandler," she sighed, her eyes beginning to sting with unshed tears.
"Wait, wait, wait," he said, pressing a button on the remote. Music began to play. My Love by Paul McCartney to be exact. Chandler smiled at her. "Welcome home, Mon."
Monica sniffed as a few tears fell down her cheeks. She crossed the room and threw her arms around his neck. Chandler sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm so sorry, Monica," he said, his voice thick with his own tears. "I'm sorry I let this happen. I've missed you so much."
"I'm sorry too," she whispered.
"You mean the world to me," he said, pulling away to hold her face in his hands. "The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. I love you so much, Monica." He kissed her lips tenderly.
She grinned. "Say it again."
Chandler raised one eyebrow in confusion. Monica sighed and began to finger the buttons on his shirt, almost afraid to look at him as she practically begged him, "Tell me that you love me."
"I love you," he smiled, tilting her chin up to kiss her forehead. "I love you." He kissed her nose. "I love you more than anything, Mrs. Bing," he said kissing her mouth again.
"Then remind me every so often," she smiled, her heart full to bursting, "because I love you too."
Kissing her one more time, he pulled away and began to head toward the kitchen. "Ok so I can't cook, but I ordered pizza and..."
"Forget the pizza," she said from the stairs. Chandler turned to look over his shoulder and saw Monica wink at him. "I'm all yours, Bing."
Chandler shrugged. "Yeah I'm not that hungry either." Monica laughed as he rushed to meet her on the stairs, kissing her passionately when he did.
She started upstairs, Chandler right behind her, when she suddenly stopped. "Did you clean the house?"
"Yes," he said. She chooses now to notice this?
"Oh," she said, forcing a smile.
"You're going to re-clean everything tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," she nodded, turning around to quickly kiss his lips. "But I appreciate the gesture."
Chandler laughed and shook his head. "I love you."
"I love you too."
When Chandler awoke the next morning Monica's side of the bed was empty. He bolted upright and tried to clear the fog of sleep from his mind. That's when he smelled the delightful aroma of waffles. Smiling, he made his way downstairs to find his wife in the kitchen. Wearing his old blue button down shirt.