Not Nothin'
Chapter Two: Things I Used To Say
October 5, 2002:
Monica walked, carrying the baby, through the apartment door. It was late afternoon. "Hello?" She called out, "We're home."
"Hey, what's up?" Chandler called from the bedroom.
"I just took Nicky to Dylan's house," Monica said as she pulled her daughter out of the carriage and walked towards the bedroom.
Chandler came out, smiling, he took the baby from Monica, "Hello, gorgeous."
Monica sat on the couch, "Well, at least he was partially nice to me this time."
Chandler looked from the baby to Monica, "That's good."
"He thinks you and I are back together and you're going to raise his child," Monica frowned; she waited for Chandler's response.
"He's unstable, Mon, crazy, I think we should make sure Nicky never sees him again," Chandler told her, smiling.
"You know he's not crazy," Monica smiled back. "You just don't like him."
"He cheated on one of my best friends," Chandler assured her.
Monica looked to Nicole, who was busily messing with Chandler's shirt. She was still watching them ten minutes later, when there was a knock at the door. She jumped up, "I'll get it."
She opened the door to reveal a grinning couple, "Hello," the man said.
Monica looked to the couple, puzzled, "Do we know you?"
"We used to live downstairs a couple of years ago," the woman pleasantly said, "I'm Cory and this is Brett.
"Oh, yeah, I remember you," Monica said, "Can I help you with anything?"
"Well actually, we moved back yesterday, and since we haven't lived here since February of last year, we don't know the superintendents new pager number, we figured you'd have it," Brett told her.
"Oh of course, hold on, come in," Monica said walking into the kitchen. The couple followed her in.
Chandler stood up, "Hello."
"Chandler, this is Brett and Cory, remember from downstairs," Monica told him looking for the number.
Cory grinned and went over to Chandler, "Oh you guys are married now, I forgot you were engaged when we left," Cory eagerly said when she saw the baby, before either Chandler or Monica could react she continued, "And this must be your daughter."
Chandler anxiously looked to Monica, as Cory smiled at the baby. He quickly said, "Yeah this is Nicole."
"Well she's beautiful," Brett amiably said.
"Thanks," Monica said and she handed him a piece of paper, "Here it is."
Cory and Brett walked out the door, "Thank you."
Monica closed the door behind them, "Well, that was uncomfortable."
"I know," Chandler agreed.
Monica nervously glanced away and went out onto the balcony. Chandler followed her, still carrying Nicole. Monica sat down in a chair and Chandler passed Nicole to her.
"Hi, honey," she said to the smiling baby. She pointed to the city, "This is New York, your home. You'll grow up here, go to school here, meet someone special, marry him, then start your own family with him."
"Wow, you have her whole life planned out," Chandler sat next to her.
"She's going to be perfect," Monica beamed. "I'm already so proud of her."
"Plus, she won't have to work her way through college," Chandler added. Monica looked at him questionably, he continued, "Her father can pay her way through school."
"I guess so," Monica said. "He hates me."
"I don't understand why," Chandler told her.
"Because I took off, moved in with my ex-fiancé, and rarely let him see his child," Monica miserably muttered.
"It's his own fault, he didn't realise how perfect you are," Chandler tried to make her feel better.
Monica smiled hopelessly, they both jumped as Joey stepped out onto the balcony, grinning. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, Joe," they both said. Joey went straight to Nicole, "Hey Nick, want to go for pizza?"
"Pizza?" Chandler said, "Joe, she's like 4 months old."
"Rach, Phoebe and me are going, we want to take the baby," Joey told them, pleasantly.
"And not us?" Monica asked, smirked.
"No, you guys deserve a break," Joey told them.
"Fine," Monica agreed.
"Okay, I'll go get her stuff," Chandler said and stepped back inside the apartment.
Joey turned to Monica, "So, how are you guys?"
"We're great," Monica said sincerely.
"You know Chandler adores that kid, as if it was his own," Joey said, affectionately touching Nicole's face.
"Yeah, he's great with her," Monica whispered. "A real father figure." She tried to hold back tears, "I'm grateful to have her, but what if Chandler and I had stayed together, we would have our own child, one that didn't have to do with that egotistical moron."
Joey sighed, "Well, things don't always work out the way you plan them."
Chandler came back outside, "Joe, make sure you have her back by seven."
"She can stay with us," Joey smiled, "Our first big babysitting job."
Monica frowned, but Chandler nodded, "Okay, make sure if she needs her mom, you get your ass right across the hall."
Three hours later Chandler and Monica were seated on the floor in front of the couch, laughing.
"Do you remember when we went to the zoo?" Chandler laughed, "And we were still hiding our relationship and we were kissing next to the bird house thing."
Monica chuckled, "And we noticed there was a news camera doing a story on like the peacock or something, so we paid them to not use the footage with us kissing in the background, because we were so scared of who would see it."
Chandler tittered, "That was funny."
"Remember when you asked me to marry you because you were sorry?" Monica smiled.
"Remember when we played tennis with Doug, and you wouldn't let them win?" Chandler grinned.
"Remember when we couldn't get our stupid picture taken for the paper and Joey had to do it?" Monica said, and they both erupted in laughter.
They paused for a moment, "Remember when I proposed?" Chandler seriously stated.
"I actually proposed," Monica told him.
"No, I said the actual words, you couldn't get them out," Chandler pleasantly said.
Monica frowned, "Remember when we broke up?"
"Of course," Chandler said, "Worst day of my life."
"We were so stupid," Monica started to cry.
"Oh, Mon, don't cry," Chandler said, wiping the tear off her face.
"I wish we hadn't," Monica told him.
Chandler put his arm around her, "I know. Me too." She snuggled up to him.
"Do you think we'll get back together," Monica carefully asked.
"Maybe," Chandler kissed her forehead. She looked up at him and sat straight up. He turned to look at her, and put his hands up to her face. She quickly leaned in and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Monica emerged from Chandler's bedroom, tying her robe; she hurriedly walked to the door. Someone had knocked on it and woken her up, thinking it was Joey or Rachel she was quickly moving to the door. She opened the door and Dylan stood on the other side of it.
"Hi, Monica," he mumbled.
"Hi," she glared at him, "What do you want?"
"To drop off these," he handed her a stack of paper, "We're officially divorced."
"Just like that?" Monica asked, in disbelief, "Wasn't that quick?"
"Well we had nothing to divide between us," Dylan calmly said.
"Our daughter?" Monica angrily said.
Chandler emerged from the bedroom, and walked to the door, "What's going on?"
"I'm divorced," Monica told him.
Chandler folded his arms and Dylan glowered at him.
"Is Nicky even here?" Dylan asked.
"No," Monica told him.
"It's 9am, where is she?" he asked.
"With Rachel and Joey," Monica informed him.
"Tell her I say 'hi'," Dylan muttered then stormed off down the hall.
Monica didn't even close the door behind him. She just turned and smiled to Chandler, "I'm divorced I'm so glad," she laughed.
"Good!" Chandler smiled too. He was trying to figure out a way to ask her how she felt about the night before, when she closed the gap between them and kissed him passionately.
"Good morning, Chandler," she said. He slowly smiled.
February 2003:
Monica entered Central Perk carrying Nicole. Rachel, Joey and Ross were seated on the couch.
"Hey, guys," she said, with a tone of sadness. "Have you seen Chandler?"
They all shook their heads, Ross spoke first, "No, he said he was coming here after work, but I guess he's not done yet."
"Well, tell him I am at Dylan's with Nicky, okay?" Monica told them.
"Is everything alright?" Rachel asked.
"I just wanted to tell him something before I went," Monica smiled slightly, "We're going to be late, bye guys."
Monica walked outside of Central Perk and started to rush down the street. Chandler was walking in the opposite direction and waved.
She smiled, relieved, "Hey!"
"Hey girls, how's your day?" Chandler put his arm around Monica and kissed her cheek.
"We're good, we're going to Dylan's house," she miserably said.
He rolled his eyes, "Oh fun." He sarcastically said.
"Um, I have something I need to tell you, and I don't know how you'll react," Monica warily said.
"Go ahead I'm prepared," he pleasantly said.
Nicole pointed Chandler, and they both looked at her, "Dada." She grinned and giggled.
Monica screamed, "Did she just talk?"
Chandler broke into a wide smile, "I think so!"
"Nicky, did you just talk?" Monica asked her.
Chandler laughed, "I can't believe it!"
Monica's smile quickly faded, "She called you Dada."
"Oh, Mon," Chandler stopped grinning, "It's okay, she knows I'm not a Dad."
Monica smiled at Nicole and handed her to Chandler. "Well, actually, Chandler, I think I'm pregnant, again." Monica sighed.
"Again?" Chandler smiled, "Is it mine?"
She hit him, playfully, "Of course, you idiot."
Chandler leaned in and kissed her, "I love you."
Monica was taken back by the words, "I love you."
Nicole squealed, and Chandler handed her back to Monica. He had tears in his eyes, "Go take her to see her Dad."
Chandler kissed them both then rushed off down the street "I've got to go tell everyone," he yelled. Monica smiled to herself, then to Nicole and kept walking.
She opened the door to Dylan's house and yelled, "Dylan, you here?"
Dylan came walking down the stairs, "Hey."
"How are you?" Monica politely asked.
"Fine," he said, Monica didn't believe him. She set Nicole down on the couch and handed her a toy.
Monica went to the kitchen, "I'm going to get her some juice."
"Okay," Dylan said and walked over to Nicole, he stood silently looking at her for a moment, and then looked to Monica who was smiling as she poured juice. "Why are you so happy?"
"No reason," Monica said trying to contain her smile.
Dylan walked over to her, "What's going on?"
"I'm pregnant," Monica couldn't stop from saying it.
"Wow, you're super fertile," Dylan sarcastically said.
She stared at him meanly, "Thanks for the support, Dylan."
"Who's the father?" Dylan asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
Monica frowned, "Chandler is, you moron. Why?"
"I thought maybe you were sleeping around," Dylan shrugged.
Monica coldly said, "I'm not you."
"I'm so glad I'm not married to you anymore," Dylan shot back. "I was only cheating because I thought you were using me to get over Chandler."
"Using you?" Monica yelled. She opened the garbage to throw away the empty juice container. The garbage was filled with empty beer bottles. She looked at Dylan, "You're drunk."
"No I'm not," Dylan angrily said.
Nicole started crying. Monica walked over to her and handed her the juice.
Dylan rushed up to Monica, "You're going to take Nicole away from me."
"Why would I do that?" Monica asked, crossing her arms.
"Because you and Chandler are going to start a new life, and take off with her and your kid," Dylan said, scowling.
"You don't care about Nicky, anyway, I have to force you to see her," Monica yelled.
Nicole started crying louder. Monica sat next to her, "You didn't even come to the hospital!"
Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but Monica continued, "You weren't there when she started to crawl, you weren't there when I was awake every night at 3am when she woke up. You weren't there when she had her first doctors check-up, and most importantly, you weren't there when she said her first word!" Monica's eyes were full of tears, "But you know who was?"
Dylan knew, and Monica didn't have to tell him.
Dylan felt extreme guilt, then became really angry, he grabbed Monica's arm tightly.
"Dylan, let go," Monica panicked.
"No," he muttered, he pulled her away from Nicole, who was bawling.
"Dylan, please," Monica said, scared. He pulled her to the stop of the stairs that lead to the basement. Monica was screaming, Dylan looked at her in disgust, he held her out over the top of the stairs and Monica tightly closed her eyes. He pushed her.
Moment's later, she lay, scared, at the bottom of the stairs in pain. She heard Dylan walk away and storm out the front door, as the door slammed, Monica heard Nicole crying.
"Nicole!" Monica yelled out. She couldn't stand up, so she pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and dialled 911.
Rachel entered the apartment, followed by Phoebe.
Chandler was in the kitchen, making supper, "Hey."
"How's the father to be?" Phoebe asked.
"Bored, waiting for Mon and Nicky to get home," Chandler said.
Phoebe sat down at the table, "So, what are you guys going to do?"
Chandler looked at her confused, "Do with what?"
"Like get married," Phoebe said.
Rachel sat down, "Yeah do you think you will now?"
"I don't know," Chandler said, turning back to the food. "I'm not sure."
"Don't tell me you're going to mess this up, again." Phoebe sighed.
"No, I won't," Chandler turned back to them, "I can't believe I'm so excited about having a kid."
Phoebe and Rachel smiled at him, as the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Rachel said. She picked up the phone, "Hello?" Her smiled faded, "Okay, is she alright?" Chandler and Phoebe both looked at her questioningly. "Okay, good, thanks. And Nicole? Okay." She hung up.
"Monica and Nicky are at the hospital, Dylan pushed Monica down the stairs," Rachel uneasily told them.
Chandler went pale, "What about the baby?"
Rachel shook her head, fighting tears, "I don't know."
Phoebe stood up, "Come on, let's go."
TO BE CONTIUNED
I'd like to send all my condolences to all those who were killed during the awful events this past Tuesday. Please donate money to the red cross. Thank you.
Chapter Two: Things I Used To Say
October 5, 2002:
Monica walked, carrying the baby, through the apartment door. It was late afternoon. "Hello?" She called out, "We're home."
"Hey, what's up?" Chandler called from the bedroom.
"I just took Nicky to Dylan's house," Monica said as she pulled her daughter out of the carriage and walked towards the bedroom.
Chandler came out, smiling, he took the baby from Monica, "Hello, gorgeous."
Monica sat on the couch, "Well, at least he was partially nice to me this time."
Chandler looked from the baby to Monica, "That's good."
"He thinks you and I are back together and you're going to raise his child," Monica frowned; she waited for Chandler's response.
"He's unstable, Mon, crazy, I think we should make sure Nicky never sees him again," Chandler told her, smiling.
"You know he's not crazy," Monica smiled back. "You just don't like him."
"He cheated on one of my best friends," Chandler assured her.
Monica looked to Nicole, who was busily messing with Chandler's shirt. She was still watching them ten minutes later, when there was a knock at the door. She jumped up, "I'll get it."
She opened the door to reveal a grinning couple, "Hello," the man said.
Monica looked to the couple, puzzled, "Do we know you?"
"We used to live downstairs a couple of years ago," the woman pleasantly said, "I'm Cory and this is Brett.
"Oh, yeah, I remember you," Monica said, "Can I help you with anything?"
"Well actually, we moved back yesterday, and since we haven't lived here since February of last year, we don't know the superintendents new pager number, we figured you'd have it," Brett told her.
"Oh of course, hold on, come in," Monica said walking into the kitchen. The couple followed her in.
Chandler stood up, "Hello."
"Chandler, this is Brett and Cory, remember from downstairs," Monica told him looking for the number.
Cory grinned and went over to Chandler, "Oh you guys are married now, I forgot you were engaged when we left," Cory eagerly said when she saw the baby, before either Chandler or Monica could react she continued, "And this must be your daughter."
Chandler anxiously looked to Monica, as Cory smiled at the baby. He quickly said, "Yeah this is Nicole."
"Well she's beautiful," Brett amiably said.
"Thanks," Monica said and she handed him a piece of paper, "Here it is."
Cory and Brett walked out the door, "Thank you."
Monica closed the door behind them, "Well, that was uncomfortable."
"I know," Chandler agreed.
Monica nervously glanced away and went out onto the balcony. Chandler followed her, still carrying Nicole. Monica sat down in a chair and Chandler passed Nicole to her.
"Hi, honey," she said to the smiling baby. She pointed to the city, "This is New York, your home. You'll grow up here, go to school here, meet someone special, marry him, then start your own family with him."
"Wow, you have her whole life planned out," Chandler sat next to her.
"She's going to be perfect," Monica beamed. "I'm already so proud of her."
"Plus, she won't have to work her way through college," Chandler added. Monica looked at him questionably, he continued, "Her father can pay her way through school."
"I guess so," Monica said. "He hates me."
"I don't understand why," Chandler told her.
"Because I took off, moved in with my ex-fiancé, and rarely let him see his child," Monica miserably muttered.
"It's his own fault, he didn't realise how perfect you are," Chandler tried to make her feel better.
Monica smiled hopelessly, they both jumped as Joey stepped out onto the balcony, grinning. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, Joe," they both said. Joey went straight to Nicole, "Hey Nick, want to go for pizza?"
"Pizza?" Chandler said, "Joe, she's like 4 months old."
"Rach, Phoebe and me are going, we want to take the baby," Joey told them, pleasantly.
"And not us?" Monica asked, smirked.
"No, you guys deserve a break," Joey told them.
"Fine," Monica agreed.
"Okay, I'll go get her stuff," Chandler said and stepped back inside the apartment.
Joey turned to Monica, "So, how are you guys?"
"We're great," Monica said sincerely.
"You know Chandler adores that kid, as if it was his own," Joey said, affectionately touching Nicole's face.
"Yeah, he's great with her," Monica whispered. "A real father figure." She tried to hold back tears, "I'm grateful to have her, but what if Chandler and I had stayed together, we would have our own child, one that didn't have to do with that egotistical moron."
Joey sighed, "Well, things don't always work out the way you plan them."
Chandler came back outside, "Joe, make sure you have her back by seven."
"She can stay with us," Joey smiled, "Our first big babysitting job."
Monica frowned, but Chandler nodded, "Okay, make sure if she needs her mom, you get your ass right across the hall."
Three hours later Chandler and Monica were seated on the floor in front of the couch, laughing.
"Do you remember when we went to the zoo?" Chandler laughed, "And we were still hiding our relationship and we were kissing next to the bird house thing."
Monica chuckled, "And we noticed there was a news camera doing a story on like the peacock or something, so we paid them to not use the footage with us kissing in the background, because we were so scared of who would see it."
Chandler tittered, "That was funny."
"Remember when you asked me to marry you because you were sorry?" Monica smiled.
"Remember when we played tennis with Doug, and you wouldn't let them win?" Chandler grinned.
"Remember when we couldn't get our stupid picture taken for the paper and Joey had to do it?" Monica said, and they both erupted in laughter.
They paused for a moment, "Remember when I proposed?" Chandler seriously stated.
"I actually proposed," Monica told him.
"No, I said the actual words, you couldn't get them out," Chandler pleasantly said.
Monica frowned, "Remember when we broke up?"
"Of course," Chandler said, "Worst day of my life."
"We were so stupid," Monica started to cry.
"Oh, Mon, don't cry," Chandler said, wiping the tear off her face.
"I wish we hadn't," Monica told him.
Chandler put his arm around her, "I know. Me too." She snuggled up to him.
"Do you think we'll get back together," Monica carefully asked.
"Maybe," Chandler kissed her forehead. She looked up at him and sat straight up. He turned to look at her, and put his hands up to her face. She quickly leaned in and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Monica emerged from Chandler's bedroom, tying her robe; she hurriedly walked to the door. Someone had knocked on it and woken her up, thinking it was Joey or Rachel she was quickly moving to the door. She opened the door and Dylan stood on the other side of it.
"Hi, Monica," he mumbled.
"Hi," she glared at him, "What do you want?"
"To drop off these," he handed her a stack of paper, "We're officially divorced."
"Just like that?" Monica asked, in disbelief, "Wasn't that quick?"
"Well we had nothing to divide between us," Dylan calmly said.
"Our daughter?" Monica angrily said.
Chandler emerged from the bedroom, and walked to the door, "What's going on?"
"I'm divorced," Monica told him.
Chandler folded his arms and Dylan glowered at him.
"Is Nicky even here?" Dylan asked.
"No," Monica told him.
"It's 9am, where is she?" he asked.
"With Rachel and Joey," Monica informed him.
"Tell her I say 'hi'," Dylan muttered then stormed off down the hall.
Monica didn't even close the door behind him. She just turned and smiled to Chandler, "I'm divorced I'm so glad," she laughed.
"Good!" Chandler smiled too. He was trying to figure out a way to ask her how she felt about the night before, when she closed the gap between them and kissed him passionately.
"Good morning, Chandler," she said. He slowly smiled.
February 2003:
Monica entered Central Perk carrying Nicole. Rachel, Joey and Ross were seated on the couch.
"Hey, guys," she said, with a tone of sadness. "Have you seen Chandler?"
They all shook their heads, Ross spoke first, "No, he said he was coming here after work, but I guess he's not done yet."
"Well, tell him I am at Dylan's with Nicky, okay?" Monica told them.
"Is everything alright?" Rachel asked.
"I just wanted to tell him something before I went," Monica smiled slightly, "We're going to be late, bye guys."
Monica walked outside of Central Perk and started to rush down the street. Chandler was walking in the opposite direction and waved.
She smiled, relieved, "Hey!"
"Hey girls, how's your day?" Chandler put his arm around Monica and kissed her cheek.
"We're good, we're going to Dylan's house," she miserably said.
He rolled his eyes, "Oh fun." He sarcastically said.
"Um, I have something I need to tell you, and I don't know how you'll react," Monica warily said.
"Go ahead I'm prepared," he pleasantly said.
Nicole pointed Chandler, and they both looked at her, "Dada." She grinned and giggled.
Monica screamed, "Did she just talk?"
Chandler broke into a wide smile, "I think so!"
"Nicky, did you just talk?" Monica asked her.
Chandler laughed, "I can't believe it!"
Monica's smile quickly faded, "She called you Dada."
"Oh, Mon," Chandler stopped grinning, "It's okay, she knows I'm not a Dad."
Monica smiled at Nicole and handed her to Chandler. "Well, actually, Chandler, I think I'm pregnant, again." Monica sighed.
"Again?" Chandler smiled, "Is it mine?"
She hit him, playfully, "Of course, you idiot."
Chandler leaned in and kissed her, "I love you."
Monica was taken back by the words, "I love you."
Nicole squealed, and Chandler handed her back to Monica. He had tears in his eyes, "Go take her to see her Dad."
Chandler kissed them both then rushed off down the street "I've got to go tell everyone," he yelled. Monica smiled to herself, then to Nicole and kept walking.
She opened the door to Dylan's house and yelled, "Dylan, you here?"
Dylan came walking down the stairs, "Hey."
"How are you?" Monica politely asked.
"Fine," he said, Monica didn't believe him. She set Nicole down on the couch and handed her a toy.
Monica went to the kitchen, "I'm going to get her some juice."
"Okay," Dylan said and walked over to Nicole, he stood silently looking at her for a moment, and then looked to Monica who was smiling as she poured juice. "Why are you so happy?"
"No reason," Monica said trying to contain her smile.
Dylan walked over to her, "What's going on?"
"I'm pregnant," Monica couldn't stop from saying it.
"Wow, you're super fertile," Dylan sarcastically said.
She stared at him meanly, "Thanks for the support, Dylan."
"Who's the father?" Dylan asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
Monica frowned, "Chandler is, you moron. Why?"
"I thought maybe you were sleeping around," Dylan shrugged.
Monica coldly said, "I'm not you."
"I'm so glad I'm not married to you anymore," Dylan shot back. "I was only cheating because I thought you were using me to get over Chandler."
"Using you?" Monica yelled. She opened the garbage to throw away the empty juice container. The garbage was filled with empty beer bottles. She looked at Dylan, "You're drunk."
"No I'm not," Dylan angrily said.
Nicole started crying. Monica walked over to her and handed her the juice.
Dylan rushed up to Monica, "You're going to take Nicole away from me."
"Why would I do that?" Monica asked, crossing her arms.
"Because you and Chandler are going to start a new life, and take off with her and your kid," Dylan said, scowling.
"You don't care about Nicky, anyway, I have to force you to see her," Monica yelled.
Nicole started crying louder. Monica sat next to her, "You didn't even come to the hospital!"
Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but Monica continued, "You weren't there when she started to crawl, you weren't there when I was awake every night at 3am when she woke up. You weren't there when she had her first doctors check-up, and most importantly, you weren't there when she said her first word!" Monica's eyes were full of tears, "But you know who was?"
Dylan knew, and Monica didn't have to tell him.
Dylan felt extreme guilt, then became really angry, he grabbed Monica's arm tightly.
"Dylan, let go," Monica panicked.
"No," he muttered, he pulled her away from Nicole, who was bawling.
"Dylan, please," Monica said, scared. He pulled her to the stop of the stairs that lead to the basement. Monica was screaming, Dylan looked at her in disgust, he held her out over the top of the stairs and Monica tightly closed her eyes. He pushed her.
Moment's later, she lay, scared, at the bottom of the stairs in pain. She heard Dylan walk away and storm out the front door, as the door slammed, Monica heard Nicole crying.
"Nicole!" Monica yelled out. She couldn't stand up, so she pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and dialled 911.
Rachel entered the apartment, followed by Phoebe.
Chandler was in the kitchen, making supper, "Hey."
"How's the father to be?" Phoebe asked.
"Bored, waiting for Mon and Nicky to get home," Chandler said.
Phoebe sat down at the table, "So, what are you guys going to do?"
Chandler looked at her confused, "Do with what?"
"Like get married," Phoebe said.
Rachel sat down, "Yeah do you think you will now?"
"I don't know," Chandler said, turning back to the food. "I'm not sure."
"Don't tell me you're going to mess this up, again." Phoebe sighed.
"No, I won't," Chandler turned back to them, "I can't believe I'm so excited about having a kid."
Phoebe and Rachel smiled at him, as the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Rachel said. She picked up the phone, "Hello?" Her smiled faded, "Okay, is she alright?" Chandler and Phoebe both looked at her questioningly. "Okay, good, thanks. And Nicole? Okay." She hung up.
"Monica and Nicky are at the hospital, Dylan pushed Monica down the stairs," Rachel uneasily told them.
Chandler went pale, "What about the baby?"
Rachel shook her head, fighting tears, "I don't know."
Phoebe stood up, "Come on, let's go."
TO BE CONTIUNED
I'd like to send all my condolences to all those who were killed during the awful events this past Tuesday. Please donate money to the red cross. Thank you.