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At the end of a cul-de-sac, in a upper middle class neighborhood, sat a white house with blue shutters with a mailbox that had the name of the family engraved on it's side. Bing. In the backyard of this fairly large house, stood a man wearing a blue t-shirt with the word "coach" written on the front. A little boy, around seven or so, stood across from him with his glove outstretched and waiting for his father to toss him the ball. He was wearing his uniform for little league.

"Okay, kiddo," his father instructed him. "Stand up straight and keep your eye on the ball."

"Gotcha," the little boy replied seriously. At only seven, he was a tiny replica of his father.

Inside the house sat a woman with light brown hair at the kitchen table. She kicked her foot to an invisible beat as a blonde woman next to her folded up a checkered table cloth and placed it inside a basket for the game.

"Emma? Are you ready to go to your brother's game?" The first woman called into the living room. The little girl, around ten, came running in. Stopping short of her mother's chair, she placed her hands on her hips.

"Do I have to go?" She whined. "I don't want to go. Michael's games are so boring. All we do is just sit there and watch. Can't I stay here?"

"No." If looks could kill, Emma would have murdered her mother right there with the glare that she gave her.

"Why not?"

"Because you have to go and support your brother." Emma scoffed, this wasn't a very good reason, and she said as much.

"But...."

"No buts. Now, turn around and go get your shoes on. You are going. End of story, we're all going, who would stay here with you?" Emma looked around the kitchen at the adults standing there. She bit her lip. Putting on her best pouting face, she turned to her father who was leaning up against the counter.

"Daddy?" Her father, Ross, shook his head.

"Nope, I'm going to the game." With a huge, heaving sigh, Emma turned around and left the kitchen and walked into the living room to put on her shoes.

"I swear that child will be the death of me," her mother, Rachel sighed exasperated with her oldest child who far from the sweet little girl she used to be, was turning out to be quite the handful.

"Wait until she reaches her teenage years," the blonde, Phoebe, told her laughing. "She's only ten."

"I was never this bad at ten," Rachel argued. "Ross? Were you?"

"I was always the little gentleman," he replied with a mischievous grin. Joey, Phoebe's husband, gave a snort.

"Gentleman?"

"It's true," Ross argued.

"No, it's not, don't listen to a thing he says," Chandler stepped in from outside with his son following closely behind him.

"How would you know?" Ross asked turning to face him.

"I've heard stories," Chandler revealed grinning. Ross's face turned bright red and knowing that he had lost, he slumped into a chair.

"Are we all ready to go?" Joey asked looking around the room.

"Almost," a voice called from the living room. "Let me just get Natalie's shoes on." Chandler smiled as he always did at the sound of his wife's voice. A voice that he almost never got to hear again. Monica walked into the kitchen and rubbed a hand over her husband's back as she held their four-month-old Natalie's carrier. Their middle child, Elisabeth, who was four, came running in with Phoebe and Joey's daughter Rene.

"Ready," she said smiling at him. "Sam? You ready to go?" Her son nodded and his cousin Michael ran in from where he was changing and the two boys, only less than two months apart in age, bolt from the house to Monica and Chandler's minivan sitting in the driveway.

"Can I hold the baby?" Rachel asked Monica. Monica smiled and Rachel picked up Natalie from the carrier and held her in her arms. "I want another one. Ross? Can I have another one?" Ross gave her a look and raised an eyebrow.

"You want another one? You who said after Mike that you would have another baby if pigs fly."

"Well," Rachel huffed indignantly. "Things change. Don't they little girl?"

"We're going to be late," Sam opened the front door and yelled in.

"Right, we're coming," Monica called back grabbing the picnic basket and diaper bag. Chandler grabbed the cooler and they all trooped out of the house.

"Can Elisabeth ride with us?" Rene asked her mother. Phoebe nodded and the girls ran towards Phoebe's taxi, which Monica was shocked still ran after all these years.

"Seat belt, Elli," Monica called to her daughter as she placed Natalie in her car seat. Michael and Sam clambered into the very back of the van and could be seen in the back laughing and whispering as Chandler pulled out of the driveway. From the time of the accident on, he always drove the speed limit and was always extremely cautious when Monica or his kids were in the car with him. He ran a hand over her cheek which she captured in her own. The car was silent, with the occasional outburst from the boys in the back, and in the silence, Monica took a hold of her husband's hand and squeezed it tightly.

"That was a good game, coach," Monica teased on the way home. For a victory celebration, they had stopped for pizza and now were on their way home. Sam was in the very back by himself fast asleep, and Elisabeth and Natalie were in the middle both also in dreamland. Chandler drove through the silent streets and smiled at his wife.

"Thank you. We had a great cheerleading squad." She grinned at that comment.

"I'm so exhausted," she moaned slightly lying her head back against the seat.

"Go to sleep then," he instructed.

"And leave you all by yourself? The only one awake? Not very nice..." she yawned loudly.

"I can handle it, go to bed."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You have about forty five minutes to sleep."

"I hate these away games," she said yawning again.

"Go to sleep." And without any more arguing, she fell fast asleep.

When he pulled up to the house forty-five minutes later, he shook her gently.

"Hey, Mon. Wake up, we're home." She blinked her eyes and yawned.

"I'll get Nat, you get Elisabeth and we'll make Sam walk," she told him as she climbed out of the van and pulled open the sliding door to pick up her youngest daughter.

"Hey Sam," Chandler whispered as he gathered Elisabeth in his arms. "Wake up kiddo." Sam blinked his eyes, and in that moment looked exactly like his mother. Climbing out of the back, Chandler helped Sam onto the ground and took his hand as they all walked into the house.

"Did I ever tell you I dreamt of this house?" Monica asked as they were climbing into bed.

"You dreamt of this house?"

"Yeah, only you didn't live here with me. You lived here with Rachel.....I never told you that?"

"You told me that you dreamt that I was married to Rachel," he said rubbing a hand over her back.

"But it wasn't exactly a dream," Monica argued. "It was....sort of an almost reality, you know? Like what would happen if I didn't wake up."

"But you did."

"But I did." She was quiet for a moment. "I also dreamt about my childhood. Something that had actually happened. And it was so strange, I could hear you, but I couldn't get to you. So strange." Shaking her head, she leaned over to turn out the light. Chandler wrapped his arms around her.

"I was so scared that something....I couldn't live without you, Monica. You know that right? You know that I can't live without you."

"Yeah, I know." She grinned at him.

"Oh, you do?" He rolled over and pinned her to the bed. As he leaned down to give her a kiss, Natalie's cries interrupted them.

"I'll get her," Chandler said sitting up.

"Unless you figured out someway to breast feed her," Monica said throwing her legs over the side of the bed. "I have to go get her." And Chandler watched her walk out of the room and his eyes never left her. The truth was that he didn't want to think about what she had dreamed, because he really didn't want to have to think about a future without her.

There was no future without her.

She was everything.

When she walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later she crawled in next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Life."

"That's pretty deep," she replied smiling at him. "Not usual nighttime thinking, was it something that you....."

"I love you," he interrupted. Smiling softly at him, she ran her hand along the side of his face.

"I love you too." And as he kissed her and she fumbled for the lights, she thought to herself, I got it. I'm wanted. One of the best thoughts in the entire world, to know that you are wanted. And Monica knew that right then. That she was wanted, and loved, and treasured above all other things. And knowing this, and smiling, she fell into his embrace.

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