When Chandler hadn't returned, she didn't understand why he wouldn't show up again. Actually she understood perfectly why he wasn't showing up, and she had to relax about it. Being Monica she couldn't just relax about it. She wanted what was best for her child, and she hoped that he was going to come back around. Chandler had to turn back around, wouldn't he? She breathed in and out, as she listened to the pounding of her own heart. She knew this had to work out, they always worked things out, but nothing this big had ever happened to their relationship. She should have told Chandler when she was pregnant, but now she had to live through it. Monica could do this, she had to, she needed to, and part of her wanted to because it had been her choice in the first place.
Once Chanlder returned home, a little later that night, Monica was lying down in their bed, as she laid on her back, a tear stained face, and a pillow underneath her head. She heard him rustle in, and knew to somehow keep her mouth shut, even though she really wanted to talk to him, she had to stay quiet. Chandler walked over to the bed, and sat down, taking off his shoes, and clothing to get into his pajamas, he finally spoke.
"I talked to her." He admitted, and got under the covers, pulling the covers over his body.
Monica nodded, and didn't look at him, as they talked in their pitch black bedroom, which her eyes had slowly gotten used to. "Oh? You did?" She asked him, a little confused, and amazed that he had infact walked up to her. "How is she?" Monica asks. "Does she know who you are? Did you tell her?" Monica asked, asking about a million questions, as she mind continued to race. She breathed in and out. "Sorry.. Answer the questions I asked you first." Monica admitted, and out out a shallow breath, listening to her husband's breathing.
"No, she doesn't know who I am, she is fine I suppose, we just talked about a few things, about her singing, and stuff like that." Chandler stated shrugging. "Can we talk about this in the morning, I am quite tired." He admitted to Monica, as he let out a quick yawn, settling down in the bed.
"Yeah, sure." Monica told Chandler. "Talk to you in the morning." She yawned as well, and closed her eyes, as she slowly fell asleep. But for some reason she had trouble sleeping, and since this was the case, she had a horrible dream, a dream that she hadn't had since she gave up her daughter. It had been a reaccuring dream, but she had gotten ride of it for a few years. Now it was back. Monica walked down the street, big and pregnant. She hated this part of everything, as she walked herself to the hospital. She had the baby, and held it in her arms. Monica smiled slightly, as she told the doctor's she wanted to keep her daughter. The doctor's told her no, and that she had already made her decision. The only thing different in this dream was that they said they could keep her. She couldn't help but be ecstatic about it. A few years later, however, the little girl passed away. Once Monica's dreamstate took her to the funeral, she shot up, and breathed heavily in and out. She couldn't believe it. She finally settled her breath down, and looked at the clock on her nightstand. Ten am. She nodded, and looked over at the spot next to her. Chandler was't there.
Monica finally got up, and walked slowly across her bedroom floor, and out into the living room. "Hey.." She sighed, as she saw Chandler. "What's up?" She yawned, and slowly walked over to the kitchen, looking at Chandler.
When Chandler spoke to her. "I realized something.." He admitted, and took a sip of his coffee that he had made instead of going downstairs to get some, this was better anyway. "I am going to the doctor for my headaches"
He admitted. "You've wanted mt to go, and I am going." Chandler told his wife. He was dressed in a suit, and had his untied tie around his neck.
"What you are going?" Monica raised her eyebrow. "I can't believe it!" She couldn't be happier about it because Chandler had been getting horrible migraines. She didn't want to bring up their daughter, not now, not yet.
She would when the time was right.
"Yeah, I am going." He smiled slightly, and put his coffee cup down on the counter, and kissed Monica on the lips. "I must go." He walked out of the apartment, and went to work, and his doctor's appointment. He came home with not so great news. He couldn't believe it. It was like one of those songs that was about death, and now it was happening to him. This was really bad. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't tell Monica, but he had to.
When he got into their apartment building, he let out a deep breath, and called out for her. "Monica!" He said, and when she showed up he told her. "You may want to sit down for this."
