Daniel Bing was born in early December of 2003. I went into labor while I was at the restaurant. I was already on maternity leave, since Daniel was a few days late, but I checked in on the restaurant every couple days.

I was actually talking to a customer, when I suddenly felt a cramp in my stomach. When I yelped in pain, the customer, who had five kids and had gone through this many times, suggested I call Chandler. He got there as soon as he could but it felt like forever.

The first time I held Daniel, my life changed. Here was this beautiful little baby, half Chandler, half me. He had my eyes, which Ross was quick to point out. His hair was blondish, but that was known to change as he grew. He was absolutely perfect.

It was beautiful watching Chandler hold Daniel. I could see the instant bond between son and father. Chandler smiled at Daniel and I could've sworn Daniel smiled back. Chandler rocked him and hummed songs to him. I loved when Chandler would talk to him. He would carry Daniel around the house and tell him everything he was doing.

"Look, Daniel," Chandler would say, walking into the kitchen. "There's mommy making us breakfast."

"Hey, bunny," I would go up to my baby. "Who's that holding you? Is that daddy? Daddy!"

We made googly eyes and silly faces. Daniel heard his first joke from Chandler when he was just minutes old.

Once I went back to work, I brought Daniel in all the time. Since it was my restaurant I could have him there with me. The customers loved him. They taught him useful life skills, like how to play patty-cake.

The restaurant opened at 3:00pm everyday, and Chandler went to work at 8:00am. I watched Daniel in the morning and brought him to the restaurant at 3:00 and Chandler picked him up on his way home at 5:00. The restaurant closed at 10:00 on weekdays. Exceptions were only on weekends and Mondays. On weekends, Chandler watched Daniel since he didn't work then. He would bring Daniel (and sometimes our friends) in for dinner on Saturday night. We didn't close until 11:30pm on Fridays and Saturdays. We closed at 9:00pm on Sundays. Monday, the restaurant was closed, so that turned into mommy and Daniel day.

Daniel's Second Birthday

Daniel was with all his friends running around the living room. Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe were helping out with the party. I was in the bathroom surrounded by a dozen positive pregnancy tests. Chandler and I had talked about having another baby, but we were going to wait a while.

Yesterday, I told Rachel I thought I might be pregnant. I was late and I hadn't been feeling well the past couple of weeks.

And, sure enough, according to twelve home pregnancy tests, there was a baby inside of me.

I didn't know why I was so panicked. Chandler would be thrilled, wouldn't he? He was such a great dad. He would be just as great with two kids. But we I didn't know if he was ready for two kids. Another little person to take care of. More money. More baby stuff crowding the house. More diapers. Daniel was barely potty trained. But we could make this work. We both had good jobs and flexible schedules. Another baby would be great.

I took a deep breath and threw the tests into the trash. I decided I wouldn't tell Chandler in the middle of Daniel's birthday party. So, I smiled on walked out to find my son and his friends.

Five Hours Later

Daniel's friends had gone home and my friends were all downstairs. I carried a tired Daniel to his bed and set him down.

"Ok, little man," I smiled at him. "You ready for your story?"

"Me no wanna story tonight, mama," he told me.

I brushed his hair back, looking into his eyes. "Okay, what do you want?"

"Baby!" Daniel exclaimed.

"Baby?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Yiam has baby siser."

"Yeah, that's right. Liam's mommy just had a baby girl."

"Me wanna baby siser."

"Oh," I smiled. "Well you just might get one."

I should wait for Chandler, I told myself.

"Weally?" Daniel smiled with wide eyes.

Chandler wouldn't mind.

"There's a baby in mommy tummy," I told him.

"You ate my baby siser?" Daniel looked horrified.

"No, no, no," I tried not to laugh. "Babies have to be in their mommy's tummy before they're born."

"Why?"

"So they can grow big and strong and learn to be the best little sister or brother for their big brother."

"I'm a big broder?" he asked, transfixed.

"Yeah, and big brothers need lots of sleep so you have to go night night now."

"Okay," he agreed, still amazed.

"Good night, little man," I said, kissing his forehead.

"Night night, mama."

I turned the light out and walked downstairs. My friends were all talking in the kitchen.

"Chandler?" I asked, standing at the doorway. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course, Mon."

Before Chandler could even get out of his chair, Daniel ran down the stairs.

"Daniel what are you doing up? You're supposed to be in bed," I told my son.

"I know," he said, as I picked him up. "But I didn't get to say night night to baby."

"What baby?" Chandler asked him.

"Baby in mama's tummy," Daniel answered, innocently.

My friends all looked shocked, but nothing compared to Chandler, whose mouth was hanging open.

"Okay, sweetie," I turned to Daniel, trying to escape the awkward situation. "Let's go put you back to bed."

"No," Chandler said, firmly, then turned to our son. "Daniel, Uncle Joey's going take you back to bed because daddy has to talk to mommy."

Joey got up and I handed him Daniel.

"Are you mad?" I asked my husband.

"Why would I be mad?" Chandler looked at me funny.

"Well, first of all, I told Daniel before I told you and second of all, we haven't really talked about having a second baby."

"Maybe we could talk in another room?" Chandler suggested, looking at our friends, who still hadn't said a word, but were watching intently as the scene play out.

I walked with Chandler into the living room.

"Mon, I'm so happy," he smiled. "I can't believe you're pregnant again. This is great!"

"But what about me telling Daniel first?"

"Who cares? He's our son. I mean it may have been a good idea to wait until after the first few months incase anything happens but-"

"You think something going to go wrong again?" That thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Now, of course, it was all I could think about.

"No, no of course not," he pulled me into a hug. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'm so excited for this baby."

"Me too."

He set a hand on my stomach. "I've missed there being a baby in there."

After congratulations from everyone, our friends left. And we celebrated the coming of our new baby by reenacting the conception.

Four months later, we found out we were expecting twins.

Isabelle and Elizabeth, or as we call them, Izzy and Elie, were born a month early in the middle of June.

From the moment they were born, the were exact replicas of me. They were identical twins with black hair and blue eyes.

Izzy was a little trouble maker before she could even talk. She never stopped crying when she was a newborn unless I was holding her. Even Chandler wouldn't do. When she was a little older, she would crawl under a table or desk while we weren't looking and we'd go crazy trying to find her.

Elie was very peaceful. She could sleep through the night when she was only a couple weeks old. The only thing that woke her was Izzy's screaming. Elie could be passed around the room from person to person and wouldn't make a peep, which was good. But it was also bad when I wanted to hold her. I didn't have the excuse of her crying so that I could take her. Izzy I held 24/7 and sometimes I missed Elie. Daniel had been the perfect mix when he was a baby; he could be passed around the room and just when I wanted to hold him, he would cry, giving me a great excuse.

Daniel was the best big brother. He sang to the girls and held them (with help from me or Chandler). He absolutely loved them.

The girls came to the restaurant just like Daniel used to before he started preschool.

Things changed a little around the time the twins turned two. Izzy was still a trouble maker, and Elie had to be in my arms all the time. Many nights, the twins slept with Chandler and I. Daniel only did that when was he was an infant. Apparently, it was normal for them to get very attached to their mom around that age, and I wasn't complaining; they were adorable. Daniel didn't hold them or sing to them anymore. In fact, he would tease them and trick them. But what do you expect from a five year old?

There were days when Izzy would draw on the walls and Daniel would throw a tantrum and Elie wouldn't stop pulling on my hair and I wished I could disappear.

Today was one of the days.

After we had finally gotten the kids to bed and convinced the twins to sleep in their own beds for once, Chandler turned to me. "I love them, but I don't want anymore kids."

"Agreed."

I sighed and curled into Chandler, enjoying the silence.

I groaned, hearing footsteps approach our door.

"Mama?" Elie asked. "Can I sweep wis you?"

"Of course, baby."

She crawled into my arms and I kissed her head and fell asleep seconds later.

The next day, I woke up nauseous. Chandler made breakfast, which he rarely does and I pretended it looked delicious. I tried force down a couple bites, but I felt horrible and ended up puking. He earn into the bathroom after me, leaving the kids alone in the kitchen.

"Go back to the kids," I groaned.

"No, not until I'm sure you're okay. Do you think you have the flu?"

Did I have the flu? No, this wasn't the flu. It was a familiar feeling. The feeling of a baby being inside of you.

"No, Chandler I'm fine. Just go back to the kids."

I thought I wouldn't get pregnant again, considering I was nearly 40, but I was definitely late and, more likely than not, I was pregnant.

After two pregnancies, I was prepared to do this right. Chandler would be the first to know. I would tell him before I even knew for sure and we would take the test together.

That night, I asked Rachel to watch the kids for a couple hours.

"I need to talk to you," I told Chandler.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he looked concerned as we sat down on the couch.

"Nothing's wrong."

He let out a breath I didn't know he was holding. "Then what is it?"

"You know how you said you didn't want anymore kids?"

"Yeah, why? Do you want another? I mean, we could reconsider if you want. I just think we should wait a few months," Chandler rambled.

"Honey?" I took a breath. "I think I'm pregnant."

"Oh," he took a moment to let it sink in. "You think?"

"Yeah. I'm late and I got sick this morning," I explained. "But I haven't taken the test, yet."

He smiled. "Then lets go get a test!"

We drove to Walgreens and picked up three pregnancy tests.

"What are we going to do if I'm pregnant?" I wondered as we waited for the results.

"What do you mean what are we going to do?"

"I mean, do we have enough money and time to raise the baby?"

"Of course," Chandler said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the restaurant is doing great. I could quit my job and we'd still have plenty of money to raise four kids," he told me. "As for time, you're home in the mornings, I'm home at night. We've got it pretty good."

"What about time for each other?"

He brushed me hair out of my face and kissed me. "We'll make time for each other."

Right then the timer went off.

"You check," I pointed to the tests.

He nodded, looking at them. "What do two pink lines mean?"

I couldn't help but smile. "That means I'm pregnant."

"Really?" he walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips.

I nodded. He kissed me in that way that just makes me forget everything.

"You're a good kisser," I sighed, as he pulled away.

"What time is it?" he asked.

I looked at my watch. "6:00."

"And when will the kids be home?"

"8:00."

He pushed me onto the kitchen counter and kissed me, with more need then before. "Then we have some time."

One Year Later

It was a Saturday, which meant Chandler and the kids would stop by the restaurant tonight.

This was my first week back after three months of maternity leave and I was missing the kids more than ever.

I walked out of the kitchen to take some orders and found my family and friends sitting at a table near the back.

"Hey, everyone," I greeted, as Chandler handed me Mason.

"He needs to be fed," Chandler told me.

"Well I can't really do anything about that right now," I said, rocking the infant in my arms. "I kind of have to take people's orders."

"Chandler, didn't you bring a bottle?" Rachel asked the question I was about to ask.

"All the bottles were in the dish washer."

I rolled my eyes.

"Mommy, can I have Mac and cheese?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, one second, honey," I turned to Chandler. "Well I can't starve our baby. I guess I'll see if Courteney can fill in for me."

"Sorry," Chandler kissed my cheek.

"It's fine," I kissed Mason's forehead. "I missed him, anyway."

I started to carry Mason back into the kitchen, but one of my favorite customers, Jenny, stopped me. "Oh is this your new little boy?"

I nodded.

"He's precious!" she cooed.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Is this Mason?" another customer asked, walking over.

"Yeah, how'd you know his name?"

"It was in that news thing that the restaurant emails every month," she explained. "You know, that's what I really like about this place. I feel like I really got to know you and the other people who work here."

Jenny agreed. I agreed too, I just didn't say so.

I took Mason back into the kitchen and got Courteney to fill in for me. It's amazing what you can get people to do if you're holding an infant.

While I fed Mason, I thought about how lucky I was. I had an amazing husband, four beautiful kids, four wonderful friends, my dream job, and a nice house. Not to mention, we were going to let the kids pick out a cat this weekend. And that's when I realized it was Chandler's dream. It was exactly what he said he wanted when he was saying why he didn't want to spend all the money he'd saved up on our wedding.

"How many kids were we gonna have?" I asked him.

"Uh, four, a boy, twin girls and another boy," he answered, smiling.

"What else did you think about?"

"Well, stuff like where'd we live, you know? Like a small place outside the city, where our kids could learn to ride their bikes and stuff. You know, we could have a cat that had a bell on it's collar and we could hear it every time it ran through the little kitty door. Of course, we'd have an apartment over the garage where Joey could grow old."

I laughed, "You know what? I don't want a big, fancy wedding."

"Sure you do."

I'd shaken my head. "No, I want everything you just said. I want a marriage."

And that's exactly what we had. A marriage.

When Mason was done, I burped him and took him back to Chandler.

"Here's your son," I handed him the baby.

Chandler took Mason in one arm and put his other arm around my waist.

"Is the food okay?" I asked them, leaning into Chandler.

"When is the food here not amazing?" Ross laughed.

I smiled. I looked around at my beautifully insane family. Phoebe and Mike were talking with their two sons, one of which was slightly older than the twins, and one of which was a couple months younger. Joey had his arm around his wife, Alex, who had their two year old daughter in her lap. Ross and Rachel were helping Emma color on her kids menu. Then there was Daniel who was running around under the tables and the twins, who were attempting to clean the table. God, they are mini mes. They even look like me. If you compare a picture from when I was two to them, there is absolutely no difference. Izzy looks a little more like me. Elie has just a little more of Chandler to her.

Lastly, I looked at Chandler, who was looking at Mason. I watched the two of them bond. After a while Chandler looked up at me.

"It's perfect, Mon," he said. I knew what he meant. Our life. Our kids. Us. It was all perfect. It was the fantasy I had when I was little. The guy, the kids. Absolutely perfect.

"I know."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story. I had the most fun with this chapter. I know it kind of rushed through six years of their life, but I hope there were enough moment when it just paused and focused on one day that you got a glimpse of what their life is like.