Monica was cleaning when Rachel and Phoebe walked in.
"Hey!" They said. Monica said nothing as she felt a stabbing pain in her stomach. Rachel noticed and sat her down.
"I think you're in labor," Phoebe said.
"I'm not going to have this baby without Chandler." Monica said.
"Mon Hun, if he was alive they would have found him. He's never coming home," Phoebe said softly, as Rachel packed a baby bag. Phoebe called Joey and Ross and they went to the hospital.
/
Monica sat alone in her room, ready to meet her baby. The nurse walked in, handed her a pink bundle and walked out. Rachel walked in as Monica looked at the baby for the first time.
"Take her away," Monica said.
"What? Why?" Rachel asked.
"She looks too much like Chandler." Monica said. Rachel took the baby from Monica and cradled her. The baby girl did look like Chandler. She ha his eyes, his sandy brown hair, but had Monica's nose and mouth. She was so beautiful.
/
Monica sat in the living room, with the new baby lying in a crib in front of her. She had hardly touched her. She switched the tv channels and heard the baby wake up and start to cry. She sat up and moved the crib close to her. She scooped the baby up ad cradled her. God, she looked like Chandler. Monica smiled a little as a joke came to her head.
'Could she BE anymore like Chandler?' She started crying softly. He would never meet her. She snuggled the baby close to her.
"I love you," She whispered.
/
A week had gone by and it was Christmas eve. Monica had still not named the new baby, she wanted a name Chandler would have loved. She was alone with the baby, when Phoebe walked in and sat down next to her, taking the baby from her and cradling the tiny girl.
"Pheebs, can I ask you something?" Monica said.
"Sure," Phoebe said.
"You saw your grandma after she died right?" Monica asked.
"Yeah, why?" Phoebe said, rocking the baby.
"I was just wondering... Have you ever saw Chandler?" Monica asked. Phoebe was silent for a while before answering.
"Strangely enough, no. I thought I would have seen him by now." Phoebe said.
/
Monica lay the baby down in her crib. She kissed her and tucked her in.
"Merry Christmas, baby girl. What's your Christmas wish? Mine is to see daddy again. Would you like that? Me too." Monica whispered. A shooting star lit up the sky as Monica climbed into bed and pulled the covers up.