Thanks for reviewing my last fic! This is the next one. I read one where Monica and Chandler couldn't have children, and that intrigued me. So, this is like that one, only not so much because it only focuses on that for a little while. It's mostly about their lives after that. Monica and Chandler have been married for about a year. Rachel was never pregnant in this fic. Sorry, that just makes things more complicated for me. Oh and the title of the fic comes from the song by Edwin McCain which will be in the next chapter. Have I talked long enough? On with the fic.....

Disclaimer: They so don't belong to me

Monica Bing paced in front of the bathroom door waiting for the results of her pregnancy test. Her husband Chandler was wringing his hands on the couch. A year of marriage, and six months of trying to conceive, they had not gotten Monica pregnant. Six months wasn't that long of a time, Monica knew this, but wanting to be pregnant, and having children had been her dream for so long, that she didn't want anything to delay that. Chandler finally got up and took her hands in his and kissed them. The timer that they had set went off and they both looked at each other hoping that this was the time that it would happen.

"I'll go look for you sweetie," Chandler said. Monica nodded numbly and waited for his answer. A minute later he came out again and uttered the two words that she didn't want to hear, "I'm sorry." She stifled a sob and ran from the room. Chandler dropped the test in the trash can before running after her into their bedroom.

"Monica?" He found her on the bed curled in the fetal position. Her eyes were swollen and she was sobbing into a pillow that she was clutching to her chest.

"I know that we've only been trying for under a year, but why isn't it happening? Why Chandler? It's not fair," she began sobbing once more and Chandler took her into his arms and hugged her to him tightly.

"It'll happen baby," he told her rocking her gently back and forth. "And when it does happen, think of how happy we'll be. And if worse comes to worse there are other options that we can try. But let's not think of that until we have to. It'll happen." He kept repeating that to himself. Half for her sake, and half for his. He had never wanted to be a father, maybe he was afraid that he'd do to his kids what his father had done to him, but the idea of having them with her. Well, that was different. That was special. She was special. They stayed like that for a little while, she had calmed down by that point, when they heard the door open.

"Hey! Monica? Chandler? Are you guys home?" It was their friends Phoebe and Joey. Monica wiped the last of the remaining tears from her eyes and went out into the living room. Chandler followed close behind. They had not told their friends they were trying. At first it was because they had wanted it to be a surprise, and now it was because they didn't know what to tell.

"You guys want some dinner?" Monica asked. Joey, of course, nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table. "What do you want?"

"I have a mean craving for mac and cheese," Joey said.

"Joe, that's a child's food," Phoebe admonished. The word child caused both Chandler and Monica to look at the other and Monica rubbed at her temples. Her head hurt from all the crying she had done.

"When are you guys going to have kids?" Joey asked. "I want a little Joseph or Josephine to play with around here." That was it. That was what sent Monica to her bedroom stifling yet another sob that threatened to escape from her mouth. Chandler, forgetting that they had never told Joey or Phoebe about their baby woes, got very angry. He hated to see Monica this upset.

"Why are you so stupid Joey? Now, you've gotten her all upset again! Don't you ever think before you open your mouth?" He slammed his fist on the table and ran after Monica. Joey had no idea what he had said to make them both so mad at him, but he and Phoebe followed wanting to find out.

"Mon, shush, honey, it'll be okay," he told her trying to quiet her sobs. Joey and Phoebe stood outside the door trying to listen.

"But Chandler! What if it isn't?"

"It will be," he promised.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Monica's voice said as Joey and Phoebe took their cue and left the couple alone.

"So, she just started sobbing and Chandler starting yelling?" Rachel asked when Joey and Phoebe relayed what had happened in the apartment.

"You had mentioned kids?" Ross asked trying to piece in his head what could be happening with his little sister and his brother-in-law.

"Do you think that she could have had a miscarriage and we didn't know about it?" Rachel asked.

"She would've gone to the hospital, and we would have known that," Ross said.

"I don't know," Rachel said. "They've been keeping to themselves lately. It could've happened."

"Should we ask?" Phoebe asked. "I mean if it did happen, I would like to know." They rest nodded their heads.

"So would I," Rachel said. Stuck on the idea that Monica had had a miscarriage, they trooped up to the apartment and knocked on the door. They had barged in countless times, but this time they knocked. Chandler answered the door and ran a hand through his hair.

"Joe, I'm sorry I yelled like that. It's just that you got Monica so upset and..." his voice trailed off.

"That's what we came to talk to you about," Ross said. "What's going on with you two?"

"Did Monica have a miscarriage?" Phoebe blurted out.

"Pheebs," Rachel hissed. "We were going to ask subtly."

"No," he said shaking his head. "Monica didn't have a miscarriage. Come in, I guess we have to explain what's going on." He opened the door wider, and the four filed in. They sat on the couch and Chandler took a seat on the chair. Monica came out and sat on his lap and he kissed her forehead.

"Are you okay Mon?" Rachel asked.

"I've been better," Monica replied shrugging. "Physically? I'm fine."

"What's going on?" Joey asked.

"Monica and I have been trying to have a baby," Chandler sighed and said.

"That's so great!" They all said starting to make plans and pick names.

"Why aren't you happy?" Rachel suddenly asked.

"It's not that easy," Chandler said. "We've been trying for six months and no results. We've seen a doctor, and now we have to see a specialist." He held onto Monica's hand tightly as she sighed.

"Oh, God, Mon," Joey said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." He felt like such a jerk .

"It's okay Joe," she said. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go to bed. I'm really tired." Chandler kissed her hand and watched her retreat into the bedroom.

"Six months isn't that long, we know that. We know that couples try for years, but it's Monica. She's been dreaming of this since she was like six," Chandler said. "And I just...I don't know what to do or say to make her feel any better." Rachel leaned forward and hugged Chandler.

"If there's anything that we can do," she told him. "Just say the words and we'll do it for you."

"Thanks Rachel," Chandler said standing up. "I'm going to see how she's doing." He left the room and a silence fell like a veil. They got up and went over to Rachel and Joey's where they felt they could discuss what was happening freely.

"Did you ever wonder, if you were talking to God, and he sneezed, what you would say to him?" Joey wondered out loud to break the tension in the room. It was two months later, the doctors couldn't figure out what was going on with Chandler and Monica, but they still hadn't been able to conceive and Monica was at the end of her rope of patience. Chandler glanced over at Joey and shook his head. Phoebe, though, nodded and gave her opinion on the subject.

"Oh I know," she said. "I always wondered if I could eat animal crackers, you know, cause I'm a vegetarian." Monica was pacing by the door of the bathroom and turned and flashed a look at Phoebe and Joey for them to stop talking.

"Right, so we're just going to sit here and remain quiet," Joey said squirming under her glare. The timer went off and Monica and Chandler looked at each other.

"So..." she said.

"I'll look," Chandler told her walking into the bathroom and picking up the pregnancy test. He came out and Monica waited with baited breath to his reply.

"It's negative isn't it?" She asked pacing back and forth to keep herself from breaking down.

"No..."he said.

"Did you say no? He said no, Chandler, did you say no?"

"That's the words that came from my mouth, yes," he said.

"So we're? I'm?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he said. "You're pregnant. We're going to have a baby!" Chandler swept her into a hug and kissed her deeply.

"I'm pregnant?" She asked. He nodded and the rest of their friends jumped in and hugged her.

"Probably not good for the baby," Chandler mentioned and they let Monica out of the hug. She stood there shell-shocked and trying to replay the words in her head.

You're pregnant. We're going to have a baby!

Three months later, Monica and Rachel and Phoebe were shopping for baby clothes.

"Are you going to find out if it's going to be a boy or a girl, or are you going to wait?" Rachel asked fingering the baby clothes.

"Actually Chandler and I are going to find out, but keep it to ourselves," she told them.

"What? You can't do that!" Phoebe argued.

"Of course we can," Monica said. "We're going to know what we're going to name him or her, and we're going to start buying things, but we're going to keep it to ourselves."

"Why?" Rachel said borderline whining.

"Because," Monica said sighing. "We just want something to be ours. Not that we don't love you, but we do everything with you. We got engaged with you right outside the door, we got married with you guys there. We found out that I was pregnant with you there, and sometimes we just want our own space."

"I can understand that," Rachel told Monica.

"You can?" Monica asked surprised.

"Sure," Rachel said. She leaned over to Monica. "You'll tell me right?"

"No," Monica said laughing. "We're not telling anyone. Did you not just listen to what I said?"

"I chose to ignore that part," Rachel said. Monica laughed again and made her way over to the cribs section.

"We decided on a baby jungle animal theme," she said looking over the selection.

"Oh that's so cute!" Phoebe said. "We can get the baby all kinds of stuffed animals, but of course it would help if we knew what you were having."

"Pheebs," Monica said. "We don't know yet, and you're not going to get me to tell. I'm not Rachel."

"Hey!" Rachel said. "I resent that." Monica and Phoebe shared a look and laughed as they went to the toy section of the store to look at stuffed animals.

"So do you want to know what you're having?" the doctor asked Monica and Chandler. They shared an excited look and nodded. "Congratulations, you are having a little girl."

"We're having a little girl," Chandler said kissing her. "She's going to look just like you." Monica smiled and repeated to herself.

"A baby girl." They were in the car on the way back when Chandler brought up the dilemma of names.

"We can't talk about it in front of the gang," he pointed out. Monica nodded.

"Well," she said. "I like Grace, and Annabelle, and Lauren." Chandler nodded. "What about you?"

"I like those, and I like Caitlin, and Eva, and Lydia," he told her.

"We should make a list and think it over," Monica said pulling out a pen and a pad of paper.

"You carry around paper?" He asked.

"I put it in there especially for today," she explained. He just shook his head. She started biting her pen and thinking about it. She wrote down the names that they had just mentioned and started adding names and Chandler looked over once and a while and they talked about what they wanted to name her. When they got home, they were bombarded with questions, and though, they were begging to tell, they kept their mouths shut and stayed silent about the whole baby thing until they were in bed. Monica pulled out her baby name book.

"Hmm," she said chewing on the her pen again. "Elena means light. And Grace means love and protection from God, unmerited favor."

"Those are nice," Chandler said. "Any more?"

"Moira means wished for child," Monica said reading over her book.

"Did you find any that you like yet?" Chandler asked.

"None that jump out at me yet," Monica sighed and flipped through more of the book reading the names. She sat up suddenly causing Chandler to jump at her sudden movements.

"Find a name darling?" He asked sweetly. She waved her hand as she repeated the name that she liked.

"Maura," she said. "Maura Bing. It says that it's probably a phonetic form of Moira, which means wished for child, or else it could possibly mean dark. It's not like either one of us has light hair, so I doubt that she will either. Either way, it's a perfect name!" (AN: I wanted to find an interesting name for them to use, and this is my friend's name and it means like four different things, but I liked those two meanings the best.)

"Maura," Chandler said. "I love it."

"Really?" Monica questioned and smiled when Chandler nodded his head.

"It's a wonderful name sweetheart," he told her. "Middle name?"

"Grace? Love and protection from God? Maura Grace Bing? Maura Grace Bing," she repeated. "Perfect." So they had a name.

"Are you sure that we should be doing this?" Rachel questioned.

"Do you want to know what they're having or not?" Phoebe asked. It was a Saturday afternoon and Monica and Chandler were out shopping so Phoebe and Rachel had snuck into the apartment and were snooping around trying to find something that would give them a clue to what Monica was having. Rachel kneeled in front of the cedar chest in Monica's room. They had already gone through the one in the nursery finding nothing but baby blankets and clothes and diapers. Not a single thing that could have been strictly for a boy or a girl. There had been things on top of the cedar chest that had not been there before making Phoebe and Rachel figure that might be where she was hiding everything. They placed everything on top on the floor and found a blanket inside.

"I thought we had it too," Rachel said. "It looks like it's all blankets."

"No its not," Phoebe said lifting the top two blankets out. There it was, pay dirt. A pink blanket that Monica had had embroidered with the name, that Rachel and Phoebe assumed, she had picked for the baby.

"Maura," Rachel read running her fingers over the letters. "She's having a girl." Phoebe squealed with delight and they looked over the things. Pink clothes, and a silver rattle that had engraved Maura Grace Bing. They placed the things back in the chest and put the blankets back over it and then all the things that Monica had put on top of it. They hurried out of the apartment and had made it into Rachel's when they heard Monica and Chandler come home. Rachel was so excited, she wanted to tell someone other then her and Phoebe so bad. This is why they say I gossip, she thought to herself.

"Chandler," Monica reached out for his hand and gripped it tightly in her own.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He asked with concern.

"I think that it's time," she breathed heavily.

"Okay," he jumped out of bed. "I can do this, we can do this. Are you okay?"

"It hurts Chandler," she squeezed her eyes shut in pain and he helped her to her feet once the contraction was over and they made their way to a cab. Once they were at the hospital and Monica was situated, Chandler ran to the phone and called his friends.

"Ross? Chandler, Monica went into labor," he said into the phone and then hung it up and called over Phoebe's and then Rachel and Joey's leaving the same three second speech as Ross's before hurrying back to Monica. The four all arrived about the same time and they paced back and forth in the waiting room for some kind of heads up to what was happening .

"I wonder what she'll have," Ross mused and Phoebe and Rachel just looked at each other. Chandler burst into the room and they all jumped to their feet and looked in anticipation at him.

"A baby girl, a beautiful baby girl!" He said. "Maura Grace."

"Can we go see them?" Ross asked. Chandler nodded and they followed him to Monica's room where she was holding a baby in her arms.

"She's so tiny," Rachel breathed taking in the sight of the little girl in Monica's grasp.

"She's so beautiful," Ross commented.

"She's going to be a heartbreaker," Joey added and then, "What?" At their looks. They just laughed and shook their heads.

"Can I hold her?" Rachel asked reaching out her arms to hold the child. Monica smiled and transferred her daughter to Rachel's loving grasp. Chandler kissed his wife's head as she glanced up at him and took his hand in hers. Chandler remembered thinking that his life was perfect, and he wasn't focused on anything other than his daughter and wife. Everything else dimmed in importance when it came to them.

~*Please review and tell me what you thought. I'm going to have a second chapter too, I'm working on it. *~