Monica and Chandler are in high school. They are 16 and have been going out for a year.
Judy took the news well when Monica told her. "You're going to have to tell your dad."
Monica nodded. She was scared to. "Could I do it in the morning?"
Judy nodded. "Of course."
It was hard for Monica to go to sleep that night. She was scared of what her dad would say.
Jack rushed outside when he saw chandler pull up. He liked Chandler but right now he didn't.
"What is wrong with you?" Jack asked.
Chandler slowly got out of the car. "Wh- what are you talking about?""
Jack was furious. "What were you thinking getting my daughter pregnant."
Chandler didn't know Jack knew yet. "I'm sorry sir."
"I trusted you Chandler. Now my daughter is going to be alone."
Chandler backed up so he was against the car. "No she won't be alone. I don't plan on leaving her."
"If you hurt her I will hurt you. Do you understand me?" Jack asked.
Chandler nodded. He was afraid to speak.
"Do you have a job? We aren't buying anything for that baby. This is all on the two of you."
Chandler had never been so scared of Jack." Yes sir. I work at the pizza place down the road."
"Do you make enough to take care of a baby?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir."
Judy came out. "Jack leave the poor boy alone now. You scared him enough. We have dinner reservations. Come on lets go."
Jack nodded then turned back to Chandler. "This isn't over."
Chandler waited for Jack and Judy to be gone before he went in. He found Monica in the kitchen making spaghetti for the two of them. Ross was gone for the evening. Ross took the news of Monica being pregnant better then Jack did. Ross didn't have a right to be mad. There was a couple times, Rachel thought she was pregnant also.
"I thought you said your dad wouldn't be too mad." Chandler said.
Monica turned from the stove. "I'm sorry Chandler."
He rubbed his face and set down. "It's ok."
Monica covered the spaghetti so it would cook. She walked over to him and set on his lap. She kissed him. "I hope he didn't scare you off."
Chandler held her protectively in his arms. "No, of course not."
Monica stood up to check on the spaghetti and bent over in pain.
Chandler got up and went to her side. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" He asked.
"My stomach hurts." She cried.
Chandler didn't know much about pregnancy, but he knew this wasn't good. He picked her up like a baby. "Don't worry I'll take you to the hospital." He quickly turned the stove off and rushed her to the hospital.