Chandler ran out into the waiting room. The other four were all there, now bored, but their faces lit up when they saw a joyful-looking Chandler approaching them.

"It’s a girl!"

They followed him through to see Monica and the baby. She lay there, tired but happy, with her new daughter cradled in her arms, and smiling to see her friends.

"Hello, Mrs. Bing, baby Bing," Rachel joked.

"Hi," Monica whispered. "Hush… baby’s sleeping."

"Any names?" asked Phoebe, quietly.

"Yep – Bing," Chandler laughed.

"What – no others?" Ross asked. "Anyway, shouldn’t it be ‘Burke’?"

"Why?" Monica asked. "I’m married to Chandler, and Chandler is going to be the baby’s father, so why should the baby be ‘Burke’ and Chandler and I and any other children we have be ‘Bing’?"

"Because the child is meant to take the father’s surname," Ross explained.

"What about Ben?" Phoebe asked, and Ross fell silent.

Joey broke the pause. "So, any real names?"

Monica smiled, and moved the baby slightly. "Not yet, sorry."

"She’s so sweet!" Rachel cooed, bending to see the baby.

"Wanna hold her?" Monica queried. Rachel nodded and eagerly took the baby.

"Wow – she’s heavy," she commented. The baby stirred a little, opened bright blue eyes, and began to pull at Rachel’s hair. Phoebe helped remove the tiny fingers and handed her back to Monica.

"Congratulations," Phoebe whispered. "She’s beautiful, Mon." And she really was. A tiny little thing, with jet-black tufts of hair and large, bright blue eyes, she looked just like Monica.

"Maybe we’d better go," Ross said, after a few minutes of more baby-worship. Monica was looking tired, and the baby was whimpering slightly. The rest of the gang nodded, and the four of them trooped out, leaving Monica, her husband and her new baby alone.

Chandler leaned down and kissed his new wife. "A wife and a daughter on the same day," he laughed. She smiled up at him, and made room on the bed for him.

"We’d better think of a name," Monica whispered, handing her daughter to Chandler.

"How about Kelly?" Chandler asked.

"Too boring. Michelle?"

"She doesn’t look like a Michelle. Jenna?"

"Oh, that’s nice!" Monica agreed. "Jenna Bing. It’s got a nice ring to it. How about Alexia for a middle name?"

"Jenna Alexia Bing – cute," Chandler assented. "Hi Jenna," he smiled at his almost daughter. "She looks so much like you, Mon," he added.

"We have to thank her one day," Monica told Chandler, snuggling up to him and stroking her daughter’s black hair.

"What for?" Chandler was puzzled.

Monica smiled at him. "Because if it wasn’t for Jenna, I wouldn’t have dumped Richard, I wouldn’t have been upset, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you. And I can never say how happy I am that I fell in love with you."

Chandler kissed her before replying. A loving kiss, tender and gentle. Monica felt herself melting inside. Finally, Chandler pulled away, and spoke. "I think we were meant for each other, Monica. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t know you. You’ve always helped me, and I value that more than I can say."

Monica put the baby down, and hugged him. "I feel exactly the same." She looked at the clock in the corner of the room. "Wow – this is still our wedding day, you know. And our wedding night," she added teasingly.

"We can’t – not here," Chandler said. "Much as I’d love to."

"I know – and I don’t really feel up to it tonight, but it’s amazing, isn’t it? I mean, in one day, I’ve got married and become a mom." She cuddled baby Jenna to her. "And I think it’s wonderful. I’ve got the man I love by my side, and my daughter in my arms." She smiled up at Chandler. "You’re my soulmate, you know."

"I think you’ve been talking to Phoebe," Chandler joked. She hit him lightly. "No, I know what you mean. I think the same." He paused. "And I love our daughter."

They were silent for a while, until Monica broke the silence with a giggle. "What’s so funny?" her new husband asked.

"Just – just…" Monica paused to collect herself. She took a deep breath. "Remember how you said you’d be there for me when ever I needed it?"

He nodded.

"Just, well, did you mean this? Marrying me, taking on my daughter?"

"I always wanted it," he confessed

"You what?" Monica demanded.

"I’ve always had this little crush on you – and lately it’s gotten bigger." Chandler blushed and spoke shyly. He always found it hard to talk about his inner feelings.

"Really? Cos I’ve always had a crush on you," Monica laughed. "And you’re cute when you’re embarrassed," she added.

They kissed, only breaking away when their daughter protested. She gave a soft whimper, and Monica lifted the baby to her breast. Chandler looked on. After a few minutes, he spoke.

"I meant it, you know," he told her.

She looked up, puzzled. "Meant what?"

"What I said a few months ago," he assured her. "I’ll be there for you."

The end. So, I hope you liked that – I think it was probably the weakest part of this story, but still. I do have some other ideas for more stories though, so keep your eyes peeled. Isn’t that an awful expression – eyes peeled? Oh well… Just look out for my next stories.