Setting: this takes place while Chandler and Monica are married, the
others single, Joey doesn't love Rachel yet and Ross has no feelings for
her either.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, or this show. Okay?
Lol, if you're interested in putting Chandler up for adoption give me a
ring.
A/N: This is my first fanfic that doesn't involve a script. So bare w/
me. :) Oh and this has some curses in it, I don't know why anyone would
care but its just a warning.
Chandler tossed and turned in his bed as the clock turned from 1:59 in
the morning, to 2:00 as Monica began to groan.
"Chandler, stop kicking, or sleep on the floor."
"Will you make out with me?"
"No," Monica said tired and bitterly as she turned the other way.
Chandler quickly hopped out of the bed, "Can't even kick in my own bed-
"
"It's MY bed." She protested as he proceeded out the door.
"Your bed, your bed." He said to himself as he walked out.
Monica was always one to be in a bad mood if Chandler was to wake her in the middle of the night. He proceeded to the fridge to grab a glass of water, nothing, out of cold water, always his luck. He slammed the door of the fridge as Rachel ran in through the door, rings around her eyes, and looking extremely disoriented, unusually greeting her friend in pajamas. "Holy shit!" Chandler jumped backward prior to realizing it was Rachel. He calmed and ran his hand through his spiked hair, which was a bit ruffled at the moment. "Jesus, Rach what're you doing here at two in the morning?" " I need to talk to Monica, I need to talk to Monica now!" She began pacing. "Where is she? Where is she?" He raised his eyes. "Sleeping?" "Right, okay." "Um I wouldn't wake her." He tried to warn Rachel not realizing she was completely oblivious to him, she zoomed past him, causing him to move his head in all directions looking for her. "Okay fine wake her."
He walked slowly to the couch and sat down rubbing his eyes. He'd still been getting over a terrible hangover he'd had a couple of weeks before, which he couldn't remember anything about, except for maybe some slight sex with Monica. He leaned back, as he waited for Monica to begin screaming. He closed his eyes as he became tired, Rachel had been in there for a minute or so, and his guess was she was debating whether to wake Monica or let her sleep. Letting her sleep would be a better choice, it wasn't a risk of getting your head bashed through a wall.
Chandler's eyes shot open as he suddenly heard muffled screaming. Three objects, which appeared to be shoes, were thrown through the door as Rachel screamed and ran out cradling her head. "What happened to the other one?"
"My HEAD blocked it." Chandler nodded his head as he'd been there before. "Can you maybe tell me what's wrong, are you okay?" "Um, well Chandler. it's got a lot to do with you." "Okay," He said a bit uneasily as he placed his feet on the table. "What's up?" "Get your feet off of that table!" Monica screamed from their bedroom. Chandler jerked and quickly raised his feet off of the table that Monica treasured so much. "How did she-" Rachel began to say. He shrugged and gave up. "I dunno." "Okay. um Chandler maybe I should've come to you in the first place. you see um, I may be pregnant." His eyes suddenly went from uneasy to concerned. "Oh my God! Do you know who the father may be?" "Yes. that's where you come in." "What? Do you need me to tell them or something?" He asked totally oblivious. "No Chandler, YOU may be the father."
Monica was always one to be in a bad mood if Chandler was to wake her in the middle of the night. He proceeded to the fridge to grab a glass of water, nothing, out of cold water, always his luck. He slammed the door of the fridge as Rachel ran in through the door, rings around her eyes, and looking extremely disoriented, unusually greeting her friend in pajamas. "Holy shit!" Chandler jumped backward prior to realizing it was Rachel. He calmed and ran his hand through his spiked hair, which was a bit ruffled at the moment. "Jesus, Rach what're you doing here at two in the morning?" " I need to talk to Monica, I need to talk to Monica now!" She began pacing. "Where is she? Where is she?" He raised his eyes. "Sleeping?" "Right, okay." "Um I wouldn't wake her." He tried to warn Rachel not realizing she was completely oblivious to him, she zoomed past him, causing him to move his head in all directions looking for her. "Okay fine wake her."
He walked slowly to the couch and sat down rubbing his eyes. He'd still been getting over a terrible hangover he'd had a couple of weeks before, which he couldn't remember anything about, except for maybe some slight sex with Monica. He leaned back, as he waited for Monica to begin screaming. He closed his eyes as he became tired, Rachel had been in there for a minute or so, and his guess was she was debating whether to wake Monica or let her sleep. Letting her sleep would be a better choice, it wasn't a risk of getting your head bashed through a wall.
Chandler's eyes shot open as he suddenly heard muffled screaming. Three objects, which appeared to be shoes, were thrown through the door as Rachel screamed and ran out cradling her head. "What happened to the other one?"
"My HEAD blocked it." Chandler nodded his head as he'd been there before. "Can you maybe tell me what's wrong, are you okay?" "Um, well Chandler. it's got a lot to do with you." "Okay," He said a bit uneasily as he placed his feet on the table. "What's up?" "Get your feet off of that table!" Monica screamed from their bedroom. Chandler jerked and quickly raised his feet off of the table that Monica treasured so much. "How did she-" Rachel began to say. He shrugged and gave up. "I dunno." "Okay. um Chandler maybe I should've come to you in the first place. you see um, I may be pregnant." His eyes suddenly went from uneasy to concerned. "Oh my God! Do you know who the father may be?" "Yes. that's where you come in." "What? Do you need me to tell them or something?" He asked totally oblivious. "No Chandler, YOU may be the father."
