Love You, Chapter 2

Love You, Chapter 2

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A week after Ross' outburst, he still wasn't talking to his sister and his friends. Joey had tried to talk to him, but Ross had refused to listen. Monica and Chandler were not happy about the situation, but, as Chandler said, what could they do? Rachel, Joey and Phoebe were so shocked by Ross' actions that they had not spoken to him since Joey's vain attempt to get him to talk. And Monica had another problem.

Ever since Ross had hurt her, she had had an awful pain in her lower back. When she had mentioned it to Chandler, he'd looked worried. "Go and see a doctor, Mon," he'd urged. And so she did.

Chandler held Monica's hand tightly as they sat in the waiting room, waiting for her test results. He hoped she was all right. He loved Monica like he'd never loved anyone before, even though they'd only been dating for four weeks. And he knew that she felt the same way.

Monica edged closer to Chandler, fear showing in her face. "Chandler," she began. "W-what if I'm really ill? Will you still love me?"

Chandler kissed her. "Always," he whispered.

The perfect moment was broken by the doctor coming in. "Miss Gellar?" she asked. "Can you come through, please?"

Monica took a deep breath, and stood up. "Wait for me?" she asked Chandler, softly. He nodded, and watched her go through the door.

* * *

The doctor smiled at Monica. "Don't worry, Miss Gellar. Your test results came through yesterday. You don't seem to be suffering from any serious disease."

"But… what's all the pain for?" queried Monica, feeling exhilarated.

The doctor paused. Finally, she began speaking, slowly. "Well, you are pregnant. And when you fell, your baby moved into a position that is uncomfortable for you, although perfectly healthy."

Monica sat up, trying to understand this information. She was pregnant? A thrill went through her, and quickly stopped when she thought of nine more months of this pain.

The doctor carried on. "We can try to move the baby, because I don't feel that it would do you any good to have this pain for eight more months. Or, you could have a termination."

"No," Monica decided. "I'm not going to kill my baby. But – " she stopped. "I need to talk to my boyfriend," she told the doctor, who nodded.

"Is he here?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to bring him in? I can tell him the details." Monica nodded, and went to fetch Chandler. A second later, she was back.

"What's the matter?" asked Chandler, worried.

The doctor told him the same thing she had told Monica. Chandler was thrilled; he hugged Monica, and decided that he had never felt so happy. But then the doctor carried on, talking about moving the baby. After some more discussion, the three of them decided that that was the best way to go. Monica was going to come back in the morning to have the baby moved.

* * *

As soon as they arrived at Central Perk, Monica couldn't hold it in any longer. "We're having a baby!" she cried.

Rachel jumped up and down screaming. "Ohmigod, Ohmigod! Congratulations!"

Joey gave a smirk and clapped Chandler on the back. "Way to go, man!"

Phoebe laughed and clapped her hands together. "Wow, that's great! Oh, I feel all floopy."

"But," began Chandler, but Monica shook her head. "No need," she whispered. "They're all really happy, we don't want to stop that." He nodded, and they joined in the screaming.

Suddenly Rachel broke apart from the little happy huddle. "Are you gonna tell Ross?" she asked. "He is gonna be an uncle, after all."

Monica stopped jumping. She didn't want to call Ross. She hated him – he didn't want her to be with Chandler. And Rachel was saying she should call him? "I – I don't know yet."

Chandler put an arm around her. "C'mon, Monica, we should get you home. Pregnant women need their rest," he said, smiling. They walked out of Central Perk, Monica smiling with joy. As long as Chandler was there with her, she felt safe.

* * *

The following afternoon, Monica arrived home from the hospital after having the baby moved. She was in high spirits, because it hadn't hurt a bit, and the doctor had told her that the baby was very healthy. Both she and Chandler had decided that they didn't want to know the sex of their child, even though that wasn't an option yet, as Monica was only four weeks pregnant. On hearing that, she realised that the baby must have been conceived on their first night together in London.

Monica got a taxi home from the hospital – Chandler had been working, so she had gone alone. When she arrived at her apartment, she found Joey, Phoebe, Rachel and Chandler all there, and all obviously excited about something. "You said you were working this afternoon!" she said to Chandler, but she wasn't really angry. How could she be angry when she had a baby inside her, and her best friends all around her?

"I had a good reason for lying," Chandler told her, coming over to her and putting his arm around her. "How's my baby?"

"Fine," Monica beamed. "The doctor says it's healthy."

Chandler nodded, seeming preoccupied. He sat her down on a chair, and got down on one knee. Monica gasped. "What are you doing?"

Chandler didn't answer. "Monica… I love you, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I've known you for years. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I know you feel the same. W-will you marry me?"

Monica's heart thudded. She hadn't expected this. Chandler was right; she did feel the same. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and she wanted her baby to grow up with married parents. Monica Bing, she thought to herself. She knew what she had to say. One simple little word could change her life. She whispered it, softly, lovingly, but there was no need. He already knew the answer.

He grabbed her and kissed her, to the cheers of their best friends in the background. When the kiss showed no sign of ending, their three friends quietly left the room, leaving the newly engaged couple to themselves.

* * *

The next few weeks passed in a dream for Monica and Chandler. Going to work was just something they did to pass the time between the wonderful hours they spent together. Chandler moved into Monica's apartment, so Rachel moved in with Joey, to give the lovebirds some time alone.

One sunny morning, Rachel posed a good question to the couple. "What are you going to call the baby?"

Monica and Chandler were stumped. "Oh, oh, Phoebe!" cried Phoebe. "But only if it's a girl, cos I don't want to know another boy named Phoebe."

"You once knew a boy named Phoebe?" asked Rachel.

"Yeah, no, but it was in another life. My name was Harriet Norton then," Phoebe announced calmly. "It was in about 1870, and I was a chambermaid for some posh British aristocrat. Phoebe Luton was a really cute valet. We married, actually. Had ten children."

"Wow, then you must know some pretty good names," Monica said.

Phoebe smiled. "It was ages ago. How am I meant to remember all my children's names from all my lives?" She paused. "Although I often had a son called Matthew. Eight times, I had a son called Matthew."

Joey looked up from his breakfast. "Call it Joseph if it's a boy, Josephine if it's a girl," he said, calmly, disregarding all the shrieks of disapproval all his friends gave him.

Monica felt her heart sink. What kind of mother didn't have a name for her child? Chandler seemed to know what she was thinking, and he smiled at her. She felt herself going weak at the knees. Had life ever felt this perfect with Richard? No, it hadn't. Just for a second, she forgot about the baby, about Ross, about all her troubles. She and Chandler were the only two people in the world. And they could handle anything.