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"Emma you have bad timing. Why do you want to come when mommy is trying to leave?" She rubbed her stomach, feeling pressure in her lower stomach that made her quite uncomfortable.
As another one ended, Monica began to pack again. She knew she had 5 minutes before another one would come so she tried to be fast. Well that was easier said than done being 9 months pregnant. She wanted to hurry up so she could get to the hospital. They were hurting worse.
She heard the front door close and heard someone coming up the steps. She was hoping to be gone before he came home.
Chandler frowned when he saw what she was doing. "What's going on?"
She glared at him. "You lied to me. You said you agreed that a nanny wasn't a good idea for the baby. You didn't want her growing up like you did. And yet, on your office desk there was a list of nannies in the area. How dare you go behind my back like this. I thought we agreed to raise her ourselves. I thought I could trust you. " She threw another shirt in the suitcase. "So I will be going back home. And don't bother coming over to see me or Emma."
He shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Mon it's not like that at all." He walked over to her and touched her arm. "Let me explain." He said helping her sit on the bed. "Please?" The last thing he wanted to do was run off the woman he loved who was carrying his unborn child.
"Fine." She said still upset. She wanted to be furious with him. She wanted to yell at him but something in his eyes told her that he didn't mean any harm and she wanted to hear what he had to say.
"When Ross and Rachel were here last week for dinner, they had asked me if I knew any good nannies. They wanted to get one set up so they wouldn't have to worry about it later. So that paper you found was for them." He rubbed her knee and was relieved when she didn't push him away.
She grabbed her phone and texted Rachel who confirmed that what Chandler had said was true. She was so happy to see he wasn't lying. Then she felt bad for not knowing better that he wouldn't lie to her like that. He truly was a good man and she was lucky to have him.
Monica smiled at him and he smiled in return.
"So can I un pack for you?" He gestured to the opened suitcase on the bed.
She nodded. "I'm sorry." She got off the bed to hug him but as soon as he brought her into a hug, she was bent over in pain again.
Chandler had one hand on her back and the other held her arm. "Oh my gosh are you in labor?"
She nodded, standing up when it was over. "I've been in labor."
His mouth dropped open. "Ok we can take care of this suit case later. We need to get you to the hospital." He held her face and kissed her. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Ah." She winced in pain again. "They are closer together."
"Ok we can get going. Just sit." He helped her. "And I will call Dr. Warren."
"Uh Chandler?" She said as he was getting the number from his phone contacts.
"I know I know I'm hurrying." He said not looking from his phone. He could feel his heart beating fast. He had assisted so many births but when it's your own. It's so different. There were so many emotions going through his mind as once.
"No it's not that. My water just broke." She said.
Chandler's eyes got wide. He fixed the pillows behind Monica as she grabbed his hand through a contraction that lasted for 45 seconds. Then a couple minutes later it happened.
"Please take me to the hospital." She panted.
"Uh I know you aren't going to like this but there's no time." He told her.
She grabbed his shirt. "What do you mean?"
"Your contractions are only 2 minutes apart." He lifted her dress. "I need to take a look."
She nodded. "Ok."
He checked her. "You're already at 8. If we try to make it to the hospital then you might have her in the car. It's your choice. You're the mommy."
"Ok here." She was thankful Chandler's a Dr. at least he knew what he was doing.
He kissed her forehead. "It will be ok. Wait here. I need to grab scissors to cut the cord and some towels."
She grabbed his hand again. "Don't leave me."
"It's ok. I will be right back." He kissed her knuckles.
He ran in the hallway to get towels then ran in his office to get a pair of scissors. When he came back, he held her hand and helped her.
"Get her out of me." She pleaded.
He rubbed her arms. "It won't be much longer."
She shook her head. "I changed my mind. Adoption sounds like a good idea."
He smiled, his hand firmly in hers. "You are doing so good right now. Just remember to breathe."
He checked her again. "You're at 10 now."
"I don't know if I can do it." She breathed.
He rubbed her legs. "Yes you can. Now push when you feel the next contraction."
She nodded and did as she was told.
"Ok I see the head. Just a couple more." He smiled.
After a couple more, Emma was born. Chandler gasped when she came out.
"You did it." He smiled and cleaned her up.
"Is she ok?" Monica asked, collapsing back on the pillows.
He wrapped her up and kissed her head. "She is perfect." He walked over to the side of the bed and handed Emma to her.
"Wow she looks just like you." Monica told him.
Chandler rubbed Emma's cheek. "She's so tiny."
Monica nodded and looked up at him. "I'm sorry I almost left."
Chandler put an arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you didn't." He kissed her temple. "We need to get you two to the hospital though so you can properly get checked out."
She nodded, not taking her eyes off her new daughter.
Knowing Monica was in no position to be walking, he called for an ambulance to come.
"I know just the outfit for her to wear to the hospital." He went into the nursery, opened up the second drawer of the dresser and pulled out a pink onesie. Then he went to the changing table and got a diaper. The diapers had baby looney toons on them.
He went back to the room and held up the onesie for Monica to see.
Monica smiled. "That's adorable."
The onesie had white lettering on it that said 'Sorry ladies my daddy is taken.'
"I thought so." He smirked.
"May I?" He asked gesturing to the baby.
She nodded. "You don't have to ask. She's your baby also."
He took her and gently laid her on the bed. She whimpered when he laid her on the bed. "Oh I know its cold baby. Don't worry daddy will do this fast." He kissed her head and put her diaper on. Then he talked to her as he got her dressed.
Monica watched in amazement. Emma was only 20 minutes old and fatherhood already suited Chandler. She couldn't wait for the rest of their lives.
I hope you liked it. I couldn't make Chandler a liar and ruin what he had. I just couldn't. He's too much of a good man
