Monica laughed as she watched her husband chase the kids around the pool. She had long ago given up trying to tell them it was dangerous, and to be honest Chandler was the only one who had ever fallen down. She sat back on her chair, tilting her face away from the sun so she could keep her eyes on her family. Chandler had aged well, his face looking more mature, except for his eyes, which were as bright and playful as ever. His hair was lighter; having spent the summer by the pool they had installed the year before. Eight-year old Jack and Erica were growing up fast and Monica felt a pain of sadness at the thought. Erica was a good two inches higher than her twin brother and never let him forget that. Monica smiled at the knowledge that he would overtake her in height eventually and would hold that over her forever. Then there was six-year-old Alexis, their miracle child. She had bright blue eyes, and had obviously inherited Chandler's sense of humor, her eyes always bright like she had a secret.
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