Chandler and I are laying on the bed in our bedroom, and we have this awkward silence between us. It's screaming in my ear. I feel happy to be with him alone with him again on this trip and all I wanna do is to grab his face and kiss him but I don't.

He finally fills in the awkward silence. "You know what Monica, we haven't been on our first date." I sit up on my elbows and say.

"That's very true, would you like to go on one?" Chandler lays on the side so his elbow holds him up he leans in to kiss me he pulls back

"Of course I do" He leans in to kiss me again and then he just starts rambling on about what the gang has been up to, but I don't care I just gaze into his beautiful blue eyes thinking about our date the next day.

This morning I wake up to an empty bed. I sit in bed for a second, and look around, but quickly stand up realizing that I am starving. So I walk down stairs to get some breakfast and apparently the whole gang is here

"Hey you're up!" Chandler says I walk over to him and give him a kiss. It ends up lasting longer than we both intended it to and we hear groans in protest coming from behind us.

"We're having breakfast here!" Joey groans, I sit in my chair and Chandler hands me a plate with two big waffles stacked on top of each other with maple syrup and a slab of butter.

"Thank You" I say as he kisses my head. I dig into the waffle pile and it's gone in in less than two minutes.

"Hey and don't forget we're going to Manucci's for lunch today," Chandler reminds me, taking the empty plate away from in front of me. I see that Rachel has a perplexed look on her face

"Wait why are you going out to that restaurant? That place is expensive," Rachel asks

"Well Monica and I are going on our first date, and it need to be special," Chandler explains, and places a brief kiss on my lips.

Rachel and Phoebe immediately go into full on girly planning mode. Questions as to what I'm gonna wear, what kind of makeup I'm gonna wear. I mentally roll my eyes because I know that I don't have to impress Chandler, and I never have. To him I'm always perfect, even if I disagree.

The girls insist that they help me get ready, and even though I don't really want them to. I have pretty much gotten too big for my regular clothes, and completely switched over to maternity clothes.

"Jeez, Mon, these clothes are so boring!" Rachel exclaims as she searches through the closet.

Phoebe looks at me sympathetically and softly touches my arm.

"Well, Rach, if you had a human life growing inside of you then maybe you would understand," I state and flop down in one of the chair in the corner.

"Oh," Rachel suddenly exclaims and pulls something from the closet. "What about this?" She asks turning around with a strapless maxi dress in her hands. "Mon, go put this on," Rachel demands and throws the dress at me.

I walk into the bathroom and step into the long flowing dress. It's not really anything special. All it is, is a navy blue dress with a design that makes the front look like an X. I can't really say that I am happy with the way my body looks right now. I mean sure I'm having a baby and this is normal, but I want to be able to wear my own clothes and be able to walk down the street without people asking how far along I am. Like seriously people mind your own business.

Now that I am completely ready I grab my purse and a pair of shoes and descend the staircase. I see Chandler standing at the bottom of them wearing a grey suit with a white dress shirt and plain black tie. Honestly he looks so hot right now.

We say goodbye to our friends and walk out of the beach house hand in hand. The cab that is already waiting for us sits in our driveway.

The drive is about ten minutes, tops. The comfortable silence engulfs us as we ride in silence. Chandler's arm is draped over me and my head rests on his shoulder. In what should be a very uncomfortable position I couldn't be more comfortable.

We arrive at the restaurant and the waiter immediately leads us back. The table in which we are seated is right next to a window of the ocean. The beach is clear and calm as is the restaurant. Bet the kitchen isn't, though.

"I love you so much," I tell him once we have taken our seats at the table. "I wish we could stay at the beach forever!"

"I know." Chandler says, taking my hand in his, and looks deep in my eyes.

Those blue eyes are all I want for my child. I don't care if the kid is ugly (although I really doubt that Chandler and I could produce an ugly baby) his blue eyes are all I want.

The waiter had finally came. "Could I get you two something to drink?"

"I'll have a lemonade please." I request.

"And I'll have the same." Chandler adds.

"Chandler," I say and his eyes peer up from the menu he was looking at. "Aren't you half Scottish?" I ask.

"Yea," he replies, "why?"

I sigh and look away embarrassed before I turn back to him. "I was just wondering what kind of genes would be in the baby, that's all."

I hear him let out a breathy laugh as he reaches across the table to lift my chin to look at him. "It's ok, sweetie."

I smile and take his hand from my chin brush them against his knuckles.

As the meal goes on we discus baby names. We narrowed it down to three names per gender. So if it's a boy it would either be Nicholas, William, or Noah. If it's a girl then I would be either Emily, Olivia, or Destiny.

I love all of the names. People have been led to believe that I picked out my baby's names when I was fourteen. Well, now that I am actually having a baby, the names just don't fit.

"What's the last name gonna be?" Chandler asks suddenly, a mouth full of desert.

"Bing," I reply automatically. I never intended for the last name to be Geller at any given point during this pregnancy. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because," he stated simply. "Bing, is a terrible name. If we get married I think you're gonna stick with Geller."

"You don't know that. Plus you're the father and the baby should always have the daddy's last name." I add quickly, trying to push off whatever he is believing.

"I love you," he says with one of his signature smiles.

"I know," I state. "So do I."

[-]

It's been a few weeks after we have gotten back to the beach and I couldn't be happier. Being with Chandler has been one of the best experiences ever. I get to make his face light up when I walk into a room. I'm the one who gets to make him happy.

I'm also happy because we get to find out the gender of our baby today. I'm at about 21 weeks now and the doctor said she could start to see that baby's feature at the last ultrasound.

Right now I'm sitting with Chandler on the couch in my apartment. We're not doing anything. Just enjoying each other embrace is good enough for me.

"You know we still have a bit of time before the appointment," Chandler reminds me, suggestively. He leans in to give me a kiss and I kiss him back. The kiss starts to heathen up and he falls back onto the couch onto the couch. I sit on his lap, kissing him on the lips and neck and chest. We end up just making out on the couch for about ten minutes before Chandler stops while I'm kissing his neck. "We... have to… get…get… going soon." He stutters breathlessly as my lips travel up to his jaw.

I kiss him on the lips again "Well, we still have 5 minutes." I encouraged him. "Besides, it shouldn't take us that long." I say and my lips travel to his ear and I gently kiss the lobe.

"No… no we can't be late." He says and I sigh in defeat, following him out the door.

[-]

"Hey, if it isn't my favorite parenting team!" Doctor Harris exclaims and waltzes through the door of the small room of the doctor's office.

"You saw that to everyone," Chandler quips and grasps my already sweaty hand.

Doctor Harris just smiles and snaps on a pair of gloves. "So, are you ready to find out what you're having?" She asks and takes her position at my feet.

Chandler and I nod simultaneously as the doctor switches on the machine. She waves the wand over my stomach a few times before finding whatever she was looking for.

"Ok, so that's its legs," she explains pointing to what is obviously a pair of legs. "And that is…" Doctor Harris starts but takes one last look before a smile spreads across her face. "A baby girl."

Oh my god.

AN: It's been a while, have ya missed me? No? Ok that's fine. Anyway I'm sorry if I have upset anyone with the verdict of the gender. It's just I'm imagining this baby girl being a huge Daddy's girl and that image has been tattooed onto my brain.

So my best friend in the whole wide world wrote the first half of this chapter and I would just like to thank her for that. Not only has she wrote part of this she has been the co-creator of this fic. She has helped me though a lot of writing this, and for that I am eternally great full. She also heled me pick out the name for the baby, which will not be released until the birth. But it is one of the three, not staying which one but it is.

Which brings be to my next part of business. I am having a contest. You guy's, in the reviews, get to pick the baby's middle name. It can be whatever you want just put in a review and I will take it into serious consideration. The contest is open until the birth which in about three chapters, so get your names in.

~Liv