Not Nothin'
Chapter Three: I'm On To Something Here
"Chandler," Monica smiled as he entered the hospital room, she looked at him weakly.
"Are you alright?" Chandler asked, panicked.
"Yeah, where's Nicky?" Monica asked quickly.
"She's in a room next door with Rachel and Phoebe, she's fine," Chandler told her and sat down in the chair next to her bed.
Monica nodded, her eyes filled with tears, "Chandler, I was so scared, I thought I'd lost the baby."
"Did we?" Chandler asked, leaning towards her.
"No," Monica said happily. She sniffed. "I just really twisted up both my ankles."
Chandler sighed in relief, "Well, thank God."
Monica wiped away another tear, "Chandler, what's going to happen to Dylan?"
"I don't know, should we press charges?" Chandler asked her, picking up her hand.
Monica started crying heavily, and Chandler leaned closer and kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry, Chandler, I'm just so scared for us right now. Dylan's gone crazy, he won't leave us alone. For God's sakes, we have his kid!"
"We have your kid," Chandler told her.
Monica smiled and sniffed, "I have your kid."
Chandler smiled, fighting tears, he thought for a moment. Then he blurted, "I can adopt her."
"What?" Monica said, shocked.
"I can adopt Nicole," Chandler repeated, "Dylan doesn't seem to want anything to do with her; I can become her actual dad."
"You'd do that?" Monica said, sitting up slightly.
"I mean, she already calls me Dad," Chandler joked.
Monica sighed, "That would be great."
"How are we going to tell him?" Chandler asked, frowning.
"I can," Monica said.
"No, Mon, he might hurt you again," Chandler said, gripping her hand tightly.
Monica nodded, "Where is he now?"
"He's at his parent's house, under order not to leave the city," Chandler told her.
"I don't know if he'll agree," Monica warned him, she looked away from him.
Chandler smiled, "But if he does, then we can get married and have two wonderful children."
Monica looked right back to him, "You want to get married?"
"I'm not going to make the same mistake twice," Chandler said.
She leaned over to him and kissed him, "Chandler, I love you."
Chandler rested his forehead against hers, "I love you, too."
Chandler knocked on the door of Dylan's parents; Joey was standing by his side.
Joey folded his arms, "Now what if he beats us up?"
"At his parents' house?" Chandler said.
"I'm serious Chandler, he hurt Mon pretty badly, who knows what he'll do to us," Joey frightfully told Chandler.
"It'll be fine," Chandler said, unsure.
The door swung open and Dylan stared at Chandler and Joey. He sarcastically said, "Oh good, it's you."
"Don't think we're pleased to see you," Chandler said to him, bravely.
"What do you want?" Dylan asked. "To arrest me? I told you, she got all angry with me so I left. She must have tripped."
"Okay, whatever," Chandler said, "That's not why we're here."
"What is it then? Do you need money for Nicole?" Dylan said fishing his wallet out of his pocket.
"Is that all she is to you?" Chandler angrily yelled, "An expense?"
Dylan rolled his eyes, "We both know that I never see the child, I'm not attached."
"She's your daughter. She's beautiful, smart and an awesome kid," Joey spoke up.
"What I want is to adopt her," Chandler spoke calmly.
"Seriously?" Dylan frowned, crossly. He looked down to Chandler, "I hope you bastards know that the kid is mine, no matter how attached or un-attached I may feel. I don't care what kind of a bitch her mother is."
Chandler was so angry, he wanted to hit Dylan, but remained silent.
Dylan smirked, he leaned in really close, "I'm rich; whatever I do to make that woman as miserable as me, I can damn well afford to make it look accidental."
Joey pushed past Chandler, "You are a complete asshole."
Chandler held back for a moment, "So I guess you don't want me to adopt Nicole."
"Would that make Monica happy?" Dylan asked.
"Yes," Chandler told him.
"Then no," Dylan smiled. "Like I said, anything can be an accident," he paused, "Including the death of an unborn child."
Chandler froze and clenched his teeth; he felt a tear form in the corner of his eye. Chandler swung his fist back and hit Dylan, square in the jaw. Dylan fell slightly back and regained balance. He just pushed past Chandler and went to his car parked in the driveway. Dylan jumped in his fancy car and sped off.
"Can you believe that guy?" Joey turned to Chandler.
Chandler sat down on porch and started to cry, "No." Then he looked up, "Joey call the police and Rachel and Phoebe; we've got to get Monica out of New York."
Chandler helped Monica into the apartment, "Pack up everything." He then pushed Nicole into the apartment in her stroller.
Monica nodded, "Okay, and where am I going?"
Chandler went to the kitchen and started pulling out Nicole's stuff, "Joey, Rachel, you and I are going to New Hampshire."
"For how long?" Monica asked, miserably.
"A few months, then, when the baby is born, we can move back," Chandler told her.
"This is crazy!" Monica yelled, "We're not going anywhere! He can't control us!"
Chandler grabbed her arm, "Mon, come on, we have to get out of here."
They both swung around to look at the phone as it rang.
Monica angrily picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Dylan's voice came through the phone, "Moving?"
Monica paused, "What?" She looked to Chandler, who looked at her, puzzled. "How did you know?"
"I have my ways," Dylan told her, "Listen, you've made my life miserable, and I want to make sure you stay miserable, in New York."
Monica shuddered, "What do you want?"
"Just make sure one of you is home, more or less most of the time. I'll be stopping by periodically, and if you guys aren't there, well talk to Chandler, he knows. I have power." He hung up.
Monica threw the phone down, and started crying, "We have to stay here! He says one of us has to be here because he's going to be coming here sometimes."
Chandler frowned, "Okay, new plan."
Monica stared at him questionably, "What?"
"You go to New Hampshire, I'll stay here," Chandler told her.
"Are you insane?" Monica screamed, "I'm not going without you."
Chandler wrapped his arms around her, "You have to."
Monica pulled back, tears streamed down her face, "I can't!"
Chandler softly spoke, "Rachel and Joey are going, too." He picked Nicole up and held her closely.
Monica started crying even more, "No! You can't make me leave, without you! I'm pregnant with your child, Chandler! How can you not be there for that?"
"You can send me pictures and letters, it's only for a few months," he told her.
Joey and Rachel entered the apartment. Rachel spoke, "Okay, let's go, we've got a cab waiting."
Monica went to pick up her bag; Chandler grabbed her hand, "Don't take too much with you, in case he finds out-"
Monica nodded, "Okay." Chandler handed Nicole to her.
Rachel frowned, "Wait, Chandler, what are you bringing?"
Chandler stepped back, "Nothing. I'm staying here."
Joey and Rachel looked to Monica quickly. Monica put Nicole back in the stroller, "Come on."
Monica went up to Chandler and kissed him. Then looked deep into his eyes, "Bye."
"Bye," he said as he leaned down and kissed Nicole's head, "Bye, Nicky."
November 2003:
Monica, now 9-months pregnant, was snapping a picture of Nicole sitting on the floor playing with a little truck when Rachel came walking into the small house they had rented in New Hampshire.
"Hey, Rach," Monica said smiling.
Rachel quickly walked over to her "I've got a package for you," she squealed. The FedEx guy was just outside.
"Is it from Chandler?" Monica asked. Rachel nodded. Nicole stood up and walked over to Monica and sat in her lap. Monica smiled, "It's from Chandler, Nicky."
Nicole grinned, and played with the package. She said, in her small, wary voice, "Yes."
Monica started to take off the packaging; there was a letter and another wrapped box. Rachel sat on the couch and anxiously watched. Nicole walked over to Rachel who pulled her onto the couch. Monica read the letter out loud, "Dear Monica, Dylan's been by once or twice in the past few weeks, as I told you on the phone. Call me when you get this package. Yes or No?" Monica looked to Rachel, who looked back at her puzzled.
Monica pulled the paper off the box, and flipped it open. Inside was a diamond ring in a jewellery box, with the words 'Marry me' written inside.
Chandler picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Monica's voice came through the other line, "Are you insane?"
"Insane?" Chandler asked.
"Sending a diamond ring through Fed Ex?" she laughed.
Chandler laughed, "So you got the parcel?"
"Yes," Monica said happily, "And the answer is 'Yes'."
A few days later, Chandler was seated at his desk at work, when his secretary walked into the office, followed by Dylan.
Chandler stood up and his secretary spoke, "Chandler, this man insisted on seeing you." She left.
Dylan walked in and sat across from Chandler, Chandler spoke quickly, "Checking up on us again?"
Dylan frowned, "No, I just wanted you to know you can adopt Nicky. I haven't seen her in months, anyway."
Chandler folded his arms, "Well she and Monica are out a lot these days."
Dylan shook his head, "Don't think I'm so naïve, Chandler. I know Monica and Nicky moved away. I'm not that dumb."
"Then why didn't you do anything about it?" Chandler stood up.
Dylan looked towards the ground, "I'm a miserable drunk, and it makes me happy knowing you and Monica are miserable, too." Dylan stood up, "You can adopt Nicky, that's all I wanted to say." He walked out of the office leaving Chandler shocked and speechless.
It was the next morning that Chandler was on the phone and Ross entered the apartment. Chandler hung up, "She's still not answering her phone."
"Are you packed?" Ross asked quietly.
"Yeah, she'll be so glad to see us," Chandler smiled as he walked into the kitchen. He looked at Ross, "Dude, is something the matter?"
Ross sat down at the table, and Chandler sat across from him. Ross paused then spoke, "Dylan's mom called me this morning. He died last night."
Chandler's face fell and he stared at Ross, "But I talked to him yesterday afternoon."
"He got really drunk and collapsed outside a bar; he had alcohol poisoning," Ross told him.
Chandler was devastated, "Well, at least we know for sure Monica can come back now," he said miserably.
Phoebe entered the apartment, "Hey, guys, are we ready to go?" She saw their sad faces, "What? Is something wrong?"
"Dylan died," Chandler told her.
"Whoa, when?" Phoebe asked, setting down her bag.
"Last night," Ross said.
Phoebe frowned, "Did anyone get a hold of Monica?"
"No, they've probably been busy and haven't checked the messages since last night," Ross told her.
The phone rang almost immediately, Phoebe smiled, "Maybe that's them."
Chandler reluctantly smiled, "Hopefully. Can you answer it?"
Phoebe nodded and picked up the phone, "Hello?" Ross and Chandler watched her carefully, She grinned, and replied to the person on the other line, "Oh, hi Joe." Her face grew into a wide grin and she laughed, "Okay, well tell them we're coming to New Hampshire like today," she paused then hung up.
"So, are Mon and Nicky okay?" Chandler asked, standing up, concerned.
Phoebe nodded, beaming.
"What's with the smile, Pheebes?" Chandler asked, smiling in response to her grin.
Phoebe spoke quickly, "You're a dad."
Ross stood up, "What?"
Chandler felt his heart almost stop, "Seriously?"
"You have a son," Phoebe said, jumping up and down.
Chandler raced down the hallway, after just seeing Rachel, Nicole and Joey. He burst through the door of the hospital room and Monica almost fell out of her bed when she saw him. She was laying in bed holding their son, she had not been told Chandler was coming.
Monica gasped, "Chandler!"
He ran up to the bed and kissed her, "Oh my god, I missed you."
She smiled as tears formed in her eyes, "You're here."
He looked down to the baby she was holding, "Hi."
"Chandler, meet your son," Monica told him.
Chandler took him in his arms, "It's nice to meet you, my son."
Monica grabbed Chandler's arm, "I can't believe you are here."
He looked down and saw the ring on her finger, "And we're engaged."
She laughed, "I know." She paused, "I heard about Dylan."
Chandler nodded, not taking his eyes off his son, "He's beautiful."
Monica touched Chandler's face and kissed his cheek, "I know."
To Be Continued . . .
Thank to the lovely Liz for correcting this fic, even if she thinks it's far fetched - it makes it more interesting, lol!
Chapter Three: I'm On To Something Here
"Chandler," Monica smiled as he entered the hospital room, she looked at him weakly.
"Are you alright?" Chandler asked, panicked.
"Yeah, where's Nicky?" Monica asked quickly.
"She's in a room next door with Rachel and Phoebe, she's fine," Chandler told her and sat down in the chair next to her bed.
Monica nodded, her eyes filled with tears, "Chandler, I was so scared, I thought I'd lost the baby."
"Did we?" Chandler asked, leaning towards her.
"No," Monica said happily. She sniffed. "I just really twisted up both my ankles."
Chandler sighed in relief, "Well, thank God."
Monica wiped away another tear, "Chandler, what's going to happen to Dylan?"
"I don't know, should we press charges?" Chandler asked her, picking up her hand.
Monica started crying heavily, and Chandler leaned closer and kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry, Chandler, I'm just so scared for us right now. Dylan's gone crazy, he won't leave us alone. For God's sakes, we have his kid!"
"We have your kid," Chandler told her.
Monica smiled and sniffed, "I have your kid."
Chandler smiled, fighting tears, he thought for a moment. Then he blurted, "I can adopt her."
"What?" Monica said, shocked.
"I can adopt Nicole," Chandler repeated, "Dylan doesn't seem to want anything to do with her; I can become her actual dad."
"You'd do that?" Monica said, sitting up slightly.
"I mean, she already calls me Dad," Chandler joked.
Monica sighed, "That would be great."
"How are we going to tell him?" Chandler asked, frowning.
"I can," Monica said.
"No, Mon, he might hurt you again," Chandler said, gripping her hand tightly.
Monica nodded, "Where is he now?"
"He's at his parent's house, under order not to leave the city," Chandler told her.
"I don't know if he'll agree," Monica warned him, she looked away from him.
Chandler smiled, "But if he does, then we can get married and have two wonderful children."
Monica looked right back to him, "You want to get married?"
"I'm not going to make the same mistake twice," Chandler said.
She leaned over to him and kissed him, "Chandler, I love you."
Chandler rested his forehead against hers, "I love you, too."
Chandler knocked on the door of Dylan's parents; Joey was standing by his side.
Joey folded his arms, "Now what if he beats us up?"
"At his parents' house?" Chandler said.
"I'm serious Chandler, he hurt Mon pretty badly, who knows what he'll do to us," Joey frightfully told Chandler.
"It'll be fine," Chandler said, unsure.
The door swung open and Dylan stared at Chandler and Joey. He sarcastically said, "Oh good, it's you."
"Don't think we're pleased to see you," Chandler said to him, bravely.
"What do you want?" Dylan asked. "To arrest me? I told you, she got all angry with me so I left. She must have tripped."
"Okay, whatever," Chandler said, "That's not why we're here."
"What is it then? Do you need money for Nicole?" Dylan said fishing his wallet out of his pocket.
"Is that all she is to you?" Chandler angrily yelled, "An expense?"
Dylan rolled his eyes, "We both know that I never see the child, I'm not attached."
"She's your daughter. She's beautiful, smart and an awesome kid," Joey spoke up.
"What I want is to adopt her," Chandler spoke calmly.
"Seriously?" Dylan frowned, crossly. He looked down to Chandler, "I hope you bastards know that the kid is mine, no matter how attached or un-attached I may feel. I don't care what kind of a bitch her mother is."
Chandler was so angry, he wanted to hit Dylan, but remained silent.
Dylan smirked, he leaned in really close, "I'm rich; whatever I do to make that woman as miserable as me, I can damn well afford to make it look accidental."
Joey pushed past Chandler, "You are a complete asshole."
Chandler held back for a moment, "So I guess you don't want me to adopt Nicole."
"Would that make Monica happy?" Dylan asked.
"Yes," Chandler told him.
"Then no," Dylan smiled. "Like I said, anything can be an accident," he paused, "Including the death of an unborn child."
Chandler froze and clenched his teeth; he felt a tear form in the corner of his eye. Chandler swung his fist back and hit Dylan, square in the jaw. Dylan fell slightly back and regained balance. He just pushed past Chandler and went to his car parked in the driveway. Dylan jumped in his fancy car and sped off.
"Can you believe that guy?" Joey turned to Chandler.
Chandler sat down on porch and started to cry, "No." Then he looked up, "Joey call the police and Rachel and Phoebe; we've got to get Monica out of New York."
Chandler helped Monica into the apartment, "Pack up everything." He then pushed Nicole into the apartment in her stroller.
Monica nodded, "Okay, and where am I going?"
Chandler went to the kitchen and started pulling out Nicole's stuff, "Joey, Rachel, you and I are going to New Hampshire."
"For how long?" Monica asked, miserably.
"A few months, then, when the baby is born, we can move back," Chandler told her.
"This is crazy!" Monica yelled, "We're not going anywhere! He can't control us!"
Chandler grabbed her arm, "Mon, come on, we have to get out of here."
They both swung around to look at the phone as it rang.
Monica angrily picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Dylan's voice came through the phone, "Moving?"
Monica paused, "What?" She looked to Chandler, who looked at her, puzzled. "How did you know?"
"I have my ways," Dylan told her, "Listen, you've made my life miserable, and I want to make sure you stay miserable, in New York."
Monica shuddered, "What do you want?"
"Just make sure one of you is home, more or less most of the time. I'll be stopping by periodically, and if you guys aren't there, well talk to Chandler, he knows. I have power." He hung up.
Monica threw the phone down, and started crying, "We have to stay here! He says one of us has to be here because he's going to be coming here sometimes."
Chandler frowned, "Okay, new plan."
Monica stared at him questionably, "What?"
"You go to New Hampshire, I'll stay here," Chandler told her.
"Are you insane?" Monica screamed, "I'm not going without you."
Chandler wrapped his arms around her, "You have to."
Monica pulled back, tears streamed down her face, "I can't!"
Chandler softly spoke, "Rachel and Joey are going, too." He picked Nicole up and held her closely.
Monica started crying even more, "No! You can't make me leave, without you! I'm pregnant with your child, Chandler! How can you not be there for that?"
"You can send me pictures and letters, it's only for a few months," he told her.
Joey and Rachel entered the apartment. Rachel spoke, "Okay, let's go, we've got a cab waiting."
Monica went to pick up her bag; Chandler grabbed her hand, "Don't take too much with you, in case he finds out-"
Monica nodded, "Okay." Chandler handed Nicole to her.
Rachel frowned, "Wait, Chandler, what are you bringing?"
Chandler stepped back, "Nothing. I'm staying here."
Joey and Rachel looked to Monica quickly. Monica put Nicole back in the stroller, "Come on."
Monica went up to Chandler and kissed him. Then looked deep into his eyes, "Bye."
"Bye," he said as he leaned down and kissed Nicole's head, "Bye, Nicky."
November 2003:
Monica, now 9-months pregnant, was snapping a picture of Nicole sitting on the floor playing with a little truck when Rachel came walking into the small house they had rented in New Hampshire.
"Hey, Rach," Monica said smiling.
Rachel quickly walked over to her "I've got a package for you," she squealed. The FedEx guy was just outside.
"Is it from Chandler?" Monica asked. Rachel nodded. Nicole stood up and walked over to Monica and sat in her lap. Monica smiled, "It's from Chandler, Nicky."
Nicole grinned, and played with the package. She said, in her small, wary voice, "Yes."
Monica started to take off the packaging; there was a letter and another wrapped box. Rachel sat on the couch and anxiously watched. Nicole walked over to Rachel who pulled her onto the couch. Monica read the letter out loud, "Dear Monica, Dylan's been by once or twice in the past few weeks, as I told you on the phone. Call me when you get this package. Yes or No?" Monica looked to Rachel, who looked back at her puzzled.
Monica pulled the paper off the box, and flipped it open. Inside was a diamond ring in a jewellery box, with the words 'Marry me' written inside.
Chandler picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Monica's voice came through the other line, "Are you insane?"
"Insane?" Chandler asked.
"Sending a diamond ring through Fed Ex?" she laughed.
Chandler laughed, "So you got the parcel?"
"Yes," Monica said happily, "And the answer is 'Yes'."
A few days later, Chandler was seated at his desk at work, when his secretary walked into the office, followed by Dylan.
Chandler stood up and his secretary spoke, "Chandler, this man insisted on seeing you." She left.
Dylan walked in and sat across from Chandler, Chandler spoke quickly, "Checking up on us again?"
Dylan frowned, "No, I just wanted you to know you can adopt Nicky. I haven't seen her in months, anyway."
Chandler folded his arms, "Well she and Monica are out a lot these days."
Dylan shook his head, "Don't think I'm so naïve, Chandler. I know Monica and Nicky moved away. I'm not that dumb."
"Then why didn't you do anything about it?" Chandler stood up.
Dylan looked towards the ground, "I'm a miserable drunk, and it makes me happy knowing you and Monica are miserable, too." Dylan stood up, "You can adopt Nicky, that's all I wanted to say." He walked out of the office leaving Chandler shocked and speechless.
It was the next morning that Chandler was on the phone and Ross entered the apartment. Chandler hung up, "She's still not answering her phone."
"Are you packed?" Ross asked quietly.
"Yeah, she'll be so glad to see us," Chandler smiled as he walked into the kitchen. He looked at Ross, "Dude, is something the matter?"
Ross sat down at the table, and Chandler sat across from him. Ross paused then spoke, "Dylan's mom called me this morning. He died last night."
Chandler's face fell and he stared at Ross, "But I talked to him yesterday afternoon."
"He got really drunk and collapsed outside a bar; he had alcohol poisoning," Ross told him.
Chandler was devastated, "Well, at least we know for sure Monica can come back now," he said miserably.
Phoebe entered the apartment, "Hey, guys, are we ready to go?" She saw their sad faces, "What? Is something wrong?"
"Dylan died," Chandler told her.
"Whoa, when?" Phoebe asked, setting down her bag.
"Last night," Ross said.
Phoebe frowned, "Did anyone get a hold of Monica?"
"No, they've probably been busy and haven't checked the messages since last night," Ross told her.
The phone rang almost immediately, Phoebe smiled, "Maybe that's them."
Chandler reluctantly smiled, "Hopefully. Can you answer it?"
Phoebe nodded and picked up the phone, "Hello?" Ross and Chandler watched her carefully, She grinned, and replied to the person on the other line, "Oh, hi Joe." Her face grew into a wide grin and she laughed, "Okay, well tell them we're coming to New Hampshire like today," she paused then hung up.
"So, are Mon and Nicky okay?" Chandler asked, standing up, concerned.
Phoebe nodded, beaming.
"What's with the smile, Pheebes?" Chandler asked, smiling in response to her grin.
Phoebe spoke quickly, "You're a dad."
Ross stood up, "What?"
Chandler felt his heart almost stop, "Seriously?"
"You have a son," Phoebe said, jumping up and down.
Chandler raced down the hallway, after just seeing Rachel, Nicole and Joey. He burst through the door of the hospital room and Monica almost fell out of her bed when she saw him. She was laying in bed holding their son, she had not been told Chandler was coming.
Monica gasped, "Chandler!"
He ran up to the bed and kissed her, "Oh my god, I missed you."
She smiled as tears formed in her eyes, "You're here."
He looked down to the baby she was holding, "Hi."
"Chandler, meet your son," Monica told him.
Chandler took him in his arms, "It's nice to meet you, my son."
Monica grabbed Chandler's arm, "I can't believe you are here."
He looked down and saw the ring on her finger, "And we're engaged."
She laughed, "I know." She paused, "I heard about Dylan."
Chandler nodded, not taking his eyes off his son, "He's beautiful."
Monica touched Chandler's face and kissed his cheek, "I know."
To Be Continued . . .
Thank to the lovely Liz for correcting this fic, even if she thinks it's far fetched - it makes it more interesting, lol!