Hello! Here is the third part, I bet your all dying to know what happened between Monica and Chandler, so I'm here to ease your suffering. The song is originally by the Beatles, but it's been remade by Heather Nova for the soundtrack for "I Am Sam".
Disclaimer: The characters on the show Friends don't belong to me
Chandler couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was telling him that she would listen to him? He did his Chandler dance and she sighed.
"Are you going to talk?" She asked. He nodded and practically skipped to her door and came in. He followed her through the house and into the living room. She sat in a chair and motioned for him to sit on the couch across from her.
"Mon," he started.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"You said that already."
"I'm saying it again," he told her. What a great start to the conversation.
"Okay," she said.
"About last night," he said.
"You made it clear that you didn't think of me that way," she said.
"But I do," Chandler was standing by this point and trying to get her to see. But as a woman who had been hurt too many times in the past by too many men, she wasn't letting this be easy for him.
"Chandler," she said. "I know you were scared about the prospect of us, but I was too and I sucked it up and told you what I felt."
"I know," he said .
"And you not having enough guts to tell me what you felt just tells me that you don't feel as strongly as I do."
"Monica, that's ridiculous," he told her. "The day you got married I made a decision. I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life waiting for a slim chance that I might get to have you. I tricked myself into believing that I didn't need you. And you came back and that slim chance became real, and I was terrified that I might love you back and lose you again. I didn't want to ever have to lose you again. But I realize now that I would rather risk losing you if I got to hold you one more time. If I got one more kiss, and if I could dance with you just once more, then I could live the rest of my life without regrets. Well, some regrets, like you know my whole marriage, but I meant..." he trailed off looking at the floor.
"You need to learn when it's a good time to stop talking," she told him. He looked up and saw to his surprise that she was smiling. He leaned forward and took her hand and she didn't shy away.
"Does this mean?"
"Let's take it slow," she said. "See where it goes." He nodded.
"Can I kiss you?" She smiled.
"One," she told him holding up her finger. He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. They broke apart at the sound of the doorbell and she stood leaving him alone. He laid back on the couch with a smile on his face. She wanted to take things slow. Well, that was fine with him, she could take it as slow as she wanted to. Personally, that wouldn't have been his choice, but he was willing to for her. He knew that she just wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to get hurt before investing serious feelings in it. Chandler didn't want to tell her, but feelings were already seriously invested. Kayley ran into the room and jumped on Chandler.
"Hi Chandler!"
"Who are you?" He teased her. "You're too big to be Kayley."
"It's me silly," she told him hugging him tightly around the neck. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you in forever." She threw her head back on the forever part stressing it.
"Has it really been forever?" He asked. She nodded and he laughed as he set her on her feet.
"Are you going to be around more often?"
"Probably," Monica said coming into the room. "Kay, go say goodbye to your father." Kayley nodded and ran back into the hallway.
"I guess I should go," Chandler said. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Neither did I," she said with a half smile.
"That was probably my fault," he said.
"Really? So it was you who called every five minutes? I was sure it was a telemarketer," she said.
"Those pesky telemarketers that call at three in the morning," he laughed. She giggled. It was so nice to see her smile. He would convince her that she could trust him again. Even though his track record with her trusting him hadn't been very good. As he passed her on his way out, Monica grabbed his hand.
"We have a lot to talk about," she said.
"We will." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the house waving goodbye to Kayley as he went out.
Try to see it my way
do I have to keep on talking til I can't go on?
While you see it your way
on the risk of knowing our love may soon be gone
we can work it out
we can work it out
The next week passed with Chandler coming over to dinner and taking Monica and Kayley out. Dan was moving to Washington the next week so he would have Kayley the entire week. Monica figured it was the least that she could do. She was pouring herself a glass of wine on the first night that she was alone when the doorbell rang. Chandler was standing there with roses in his hands.
"Who would those be for?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Just this beautiful brunette who is driving me crazy," he said grinning.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, she's all I can think about. I dream about her and I think that I may be falling in..."
"Is that moving slowly?" She asked.
"You didn't let me finish," he argued. "I think I may be falling into the step dancing class that she said once that she might want to take."
"Nice save," she said sarcastically. "Anyway, more about this brunette?"
"She's funny, and smart, and she knows how to keep a man starving for the next level," he continued.
"Starving? Really? What's this magical woman's name?"
"Oh, Junie, you know, that cashier over at the grocery store," Chandler said. Monica hit him on the arm. "No, her name is Monica."
"Monica? Not Monana?" He laughed.
"I had forgotten all about that," he said. She laughed too.
"Let's get those in water," she said taking them out of his hands and finding a vase to put them in. She knew that he wanted to move faster, but she wasn't ready yet. He closed the door and came in the kitchen behind her watching as she reached up to the cupboard to find a vase. She ran the water and waited as it filled up, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He could watch her for hours and not be bored. He had memorized her face the night in London that they had first slept together. They had been laying in bed and he ran his fingers along her smooth skin. Noting the curves and the scar where she fell as a child. He could close his eyes and picture her. Maybe that's why he hadn't slept when she first got married. Every time he went to close his eyes he saw her. He took a seat at the stools in the kitchen and she placed the roses on the counter and turned around.
"Monica?"
"Hmm?"
"Want to go to dinner tomorrow? We can both get dressed up and it can be a real date."
"A real date? Have I ever had one of those with you?"
"There's always a first time for everything," he grinned. "So what do you say?" She nodded.
"Sounds nice," she told him. He breathed sigh of relief. He felt like he was walking on eggshells around her lately. Never wanting to say the wrong thing in case that she got angry or upset with him.
"Mon? Can we talk?" She looked at him.
"As opposed to what we were just doing?"
"I mean serious, sit down talk," he said. She looked at him with surprise and then nodded slowly taking a seat on a stool.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I know that you want to take this slowly," he started.
"No, Chandler, we weren't going to have this conversation. We agreed to move slowly," Monica stood up and shook her head violently.
"Monica? What are you so scared of?"
"I...I'm...I don't...." She began to stutter.
"The way I see it, you're scared of getting hurt again, but Monica, I don't want to ever hurt you. The man that told you we were just goofing off and didn't tell you what he was thinking grew up a long time ago Mon. And I'm not Dan, I won't ever cheat on you," Chandler looked into her eyes. "You have to learn how to trust me."
"What if it doesn't work out?"
"Then it doesn't," He said. "But what if it does?" Monica was quiet as she thought of something to say to defend her argument. The truth was that she was terrified. No matter what he said, she was still terrified.
"Can you trust me?" He asked taking her hand in his.
"I...I don't...."
"Monica, can you trust me? We can work it out (AN: I had to, I had to). Please Monica," he looked into her eyes wishing he could know what she was thinking.
"But..."
"No buts," he kissed her passionately on the lips. She sank into his arms and they stayed there just happy to be in each other's arms. Monica had missed this, and suddenly she had no idea why she had been keeping him at bay, and suddenly it didn't matter anymore. The reasons seemed stupid. No more thinking, she scolded herself, just feel.
think of what you're saying
we can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right
think of what I'm saying
we can work it out and get it straight or say goodnight
Monica stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. Rachel nodded in approval. Her and Chandler's real date was that night.
"You look so beautiful," Rachel commented as Monica approved of herself in the mirror. She had on a black dress with a v-neck that came down low and tied in the front. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she had on a string of pearls and pearl earrings. She slipped on her heels and her and Rachel went down to wait for Chandler's arrival. The house seemed so quiet without Kayley there and she momentarily forgot about her dinner that night and missed her daughter. It was only a week, she reminded herself. She didn't know what she would do when it came time for Kayley to go for a whole month in the summer. They decided they wouldn't do that, though, until Kayley was old enough and wanted to. She was only four after all. Her thoughts were disrupted when the doorbell rang and Rachel squealed and clapped her hands together and ran to answer it.
"Hey Rach, is she ready?" Chandler asked. Rachel nodded and he stepped into the house and saw Monica come into the hall and he was speechless.
"I'm ready," she told him smiling.
"Mon, you look gorgeous," he told her regaining his ability to speak once more.
"Thanks," she smiled. "Not too shabby yourself." He looked down at his suit and shrugged.
"Ready?" She nodded and he held out his arm for her to take. She told Rachel to lock up the house before she went home and they left for the restaurant. The ride in the car was silent, as both didn't want to be the first to speak.
"You really do look great tonight," Chandler finally broke the silence and was met by a deserved smile.
"Thanks," she said. "I haven't dressed up in so long that I thought I had forgotten how." He laughed and looked over at her.
"You're amazing," he whispered. She blushed and turned away looking down at her purse in her lap. She pulled out chapstick and applied some trying to find something to keep her busy. They seemed like teenagers out on the first date rather then two people who had known each other for what felt like forever. He pulled his car into the parking lot of the restaurant and they both climbed out. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her into the restaurant. The host led them to the table and Chandler pulled out her chair for her. She smiled at him and he grinned back.
"I didn't think we'd ever get here," Chandler said.
"It's only a fifteen minute drive," she teased.
"I think that you've been around me too long," he told her.
"Maybe." Chandler ordered a bottle of wine for them and they sat sipping it and making small talk about everything and anything. He loved the way she looked sitting by the candle and having her features brought out by the candle's light. When she laughed he felt like he had just won a million dollars. He wanted to hop on a chair and dance crying, "I made her laugh! I made her laugh!" He couldn't imagine being anywhere but right where he was right then. Chandler was never much for romance, but he figured this is why they wrote of romance as a great thing. As long as you had the right person to be romantic to.
"Chandler?" A familiar voice called out. Chandler turned in his seat to see his ex-wife standing there.
"Mandy," he said his voice strained. He had hoped this night would go off perfectly. Now that hope was dashed by the woman standing in front of him.
"Monica, right?" She gave Monica a smile, and Monica looking back and forth from Chandler and Mandy finally gave her back a smile.
"Mandy, how are you?" Chandler asked.
"I'm good, you?"
"Fine," Chandler said standing and giving her a hug.
"I see that you got your second chance," Mandy whispered to him.
"Yes," He whispered back. "Thanks."
"Nice seeing you again Monica," Mandy said waving to Monica.
"You too," Monica said. Chandler sat back down and turned to Monica who burst out laughing.
"Next thing you know, we'll see Richard or Dan," she said laughing.
"Monica?" They heard a man ask. Monica recognized the voice and her mouth dropped open and she bit her lip to stop from laughing.
"Richard! What are the odds of seeing you here!"
"How are you?"
"Fine, you?"
"I'm good," he said looking at Chandler. "Chandler, how are you?"
"Peachy," Chandler said holding his laughter in check. Monica was turning red from keeping her laughter from bursting out. Richard said goodbye and as soon as he was out of sight, the two burst out laughing and Monica wiped the tears from her eyes.
"So, any more guests from the past, or can we eat?" Chandler asked.
"Hopefully that's it," she said giggling.
"Thanks for tonight," Monica told Chandler when they were in the car on the way home.
"Your quite welcome," he assured her. She turned to look over him and then took a deep breath.
"You want come in?" He was astounded and he looked at her to make sure that he was actually hearing those words come out of her mouth.
"Are you sure?" Chandler asked. "I don't want to do anything that you're not ready for."
"I'm sure," she said smiling at him. "What do you say?"
"Yes, I mean, sure that would be okay," he said covering for his original enthusiasm. Monica laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Okay." Chandler was sure that he wouldn't make it to her house fast enough, and when they got there, it took all he had not to make a break for the house. Monica opened the door and stepped in. As soon as he was in and the door was closed behind him, he kissed her.
"You certainly don't waste any time," she kidded. He kissed her on the mouth to keep her from talking anymore. In response to this, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs.
"Which room is yours?"
"Does it matter?" She asked between kisses. He laughed and kissed her again. She pointed with one hand and he led her back to where she had pointed. He laid her on the bed and covered her with kisses as he began to undress her, London flashing back at him.
we can work it out
we can work it out
life is very short
and there's no time
for fussing and fighting my friend
Monica heard the soft ding of the timer behind her bathroom door and she took a deep breath and opened the door. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the test and looked down.
"Did I pass?" She chuckled softly to herself and then reminded herself that this was no time for bad jokes. There was a blue line, her heart skipped a beat.
"Oh wow," she whispered to herself.
"Monica? Are you up here?" Chandler called out. They had been seriously dating for a month now. Dan had moved to Washington. She hurriedly threw open the cupboard and threw the test in the garbage can under the sink. Then she gripped onto the sink for support before calling back,
"Yes. In here sweetie," she yelled to him. She sighed and left the bathroom and found him waiting for her.
"Hey," he kissed her. "You okay?"
"Perfect," she lied. "Never better. What's up?"
"We're going to have that picnic in the park today, you and me and Kayley? Remember Kayley? Your daughter?" She forced a laugh and nodded.
"I don't know where my mind went," she said. She threw a look back at the bathroom. Her mind was with that test in the garbage can. No time to think about that right then, so she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Chandler's cheek as Kayley ran in and hopped from foot to foot.
"Ready Mommy?" She grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her out of the room. Monica laughed and lurched behind Kayley. Get through today, she told herself and then you can think about this. But it nagged at her the entire time.
"Mon? You sure you're okay?" Chandler asked with a concerned look in his eyes.
"Me, fine, why do you ask?"
"You're acting kind of strange today," he said.
"Just a problem at the restaurant that I can't stop thinking about," she lied.
"What's the matter?" I'm pregnant! Her mind yelled, but her voice calmly answered,
"Just a waiter that quit," she said. She was getting awfully good at lying. If they were giving out Academy Awards, she thought, I would win for Best Actress right now. He nodded and smiled at her giving her a kiss on the lips. Her mind raced. How would he take it? What would she say to him? What did this mean? And of course, I'm pregnant! Yeah! But that part was stifled by the many fears that crossed her worried mind. She got to her feet and called for Kayley and began walking back to the car. She climbed in and in the silence before Kayley and Chandler came in her mind raced extra quickly. She couldn't make it seem to slow down. They drove home listening to Kayley talk about preschool and how much she loved it and all the things that she did there. Monica added at the appropriate times a laugh or a sympathetic sigh, but she wasn't really listening. Chandler spent most nights there, because as Monica pointed out, Kayley knew that they were dating and Dan had had his girlfriend over with her there. So when they were laying in bed, with Chandler's arms wrapped tightly around her, she couldn't sleep. She heard his rhythmic breathing and that lulled her finally to a restless sleep.
"Mon? What's up?" Phoebe and Rachel came into the restaurant where Monica told them to meet her for lunch.
"Sit," she commanded. They took a seat and leaned across the table eager to hear her big news.
"Okay, I'm pregnant," she said. Their mouths dropped open and they looked at her.
"Monica, that's wonderful," Rachel spoke up first.
"Is it?"
"Is it?" Phoebe echoed. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Is Chandler going to want it? Is he going to leave me?"
"No, honey," Rachel said taking her best friend's hand in hers. "He loves you, and you two have been through so much."
"So is this just another thing that we have to get through?" Monica continued.
"No, no, this is a reward," Rachel said smiling at her friend who wasn't buying it.
"I don't know," she said softly.
"When are you going to tell him?" Phoebe asked. "I mean you have to tell him, it's his baby."
"Soon," Monica lied. "I'll tell him soon."
"Promise?"
"Yes," Monica said. And she was telling the truth, she was going to tell him soon. But she was still afraid of what his reaction would be to this.
I have always thought that it's a crime
so I will ask you once again
try to see it my way
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
while you see it your way
there is a chance that we will fall apart before too long
we can work it out
we can work it out
Chandler slipped out of Monica's arms that night and yawned as he headed towards the bathroom. He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose and opened the cabinet under the sink to throw it away when something caught his eye. He kneeled and pulled it out. It was a pregnancy test with a blue line.
"What does blue mean?" He cried throwing items out in search of the box. "Where's the damn box?" He hissed trying to find it. "Eureka!" He looked over the box and he breath caught in his throat when he saw it. Blue was positive. Monica was pregnant. He would be a father. He sank to the floor his mind reeling. So that's what she was so preoccupied with. Why didn't she just tell him? Then again, he wasn't the easiest person to tell things to, he knew this, but still she could have said something. He heard the bed spring squeak a little and heard a knock on the door.
"Chandler?" Monica called through the locked door.
"Yeah, hold on," he said pulling himself together and throwing the box and the stick into the garbage can. He opened the door and she raised an eyebrow at him and yawned.
"I had to go the bathroom," he said. "Why are you out of bed?"
"I heard you get up," she said yawning again.
"Oh, well let's go back to bed now," he said kissing her on the lips and leading her back to the bed and climbed in and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He was going to be a father. The words didn't seem real to him. When would Monica tell him? Should he tell her that he knew about it? Or just wait for her to say something? He shook his head and tried to fall asleep, but finding out that you're going to be father makes it awfully hard to go to sleep.
The next morning, Monica woke up suddenly and felt extremely nauseous as she lunged towards the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before emptying out the contents of her stomach. She had been lucky when she was pregnant with Kayley, but it seemed this time around would be different. Maybe, she thought to herself, it's because it's Chandler's and they already know how to push my buttons. She laughed to herself and pulled herself to her feet and splashed her face with water and sighed. She went back to bed and climbed in next to Chandler. He woke up a few minutes later and smiled when he saw her.
"Morning beautiful," he whispered.
"Hey you," she said sitting up and feeling slightly dizzy, so she laid back down.
"You okay?" Chandler asked knowing that this had to do with the pregnancy, and wondering how long they would both keep the secret from the other. She nodded and kissed him again.
"Perfect," she told him. She finally took a deep breath and got out of bed and made her way to the closet and pulled out an outfit to wear that day and went to wake up Kayley. She was halfway down the hall when she fainted and fell to the floor. Chandler, hearing the thump in the hall came running out and saw her passed out on the floor.
"Monica?" He yelled. He turned her over and picked her up in his arms and carried her back to their bed where he gently laid her down. He nudged her slightly and she stirred and opened her eyes. This was it, she had to tell him, so she sighed and looked up at him.
"I'm pregnant," she told him and he didn't flinch.
"I know," he whispered.
"You know?"
"I found the test last night," he said running his hands through her hair. "You sure your all right?"
"This pregnancy is just more violent then the first," she said groaning and sitting up.
"I want you to take it easy," Chandler told her.
"I will, I won't go to the restaurant today," she promised. "But I have to take Kayley to school."
"Nope, I'll take care of everything," he said.
"Sure?"
"Positive." He gave her one more kiss and left the room for her to rest. She sighed and fell back asleep.
life is very short and there is no time
for fussing and fighting my friend
I have always thought it was a crime
so I will ask you one more time
try to see it my way
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
while you see it your way
there's a chance that we will fall apart before too long
we can work it out
we can work it out
As Chandler was riding home from dropping off Kayley at school, he wondered in his head if he was going to be a good father. Then suddenly he knew that he would as long as Monica was there, and he knew what he had to do. He turned and headed down the street to a jewelry store. He parked and ran in excited and anxious at the same time as he picked out the perfect ring for her. When he saw it, he could imagine it on her finger. He could imagine her saying yes, he could see their future. He knew that he wanted her to be his wife. He bought the ring and raced back home wanting to ask her right away. He found her in the kitchen making herself breakfast as he raced in. He grabbed her hand and she looked startled at him.
"Monica? I have to talk to you," he said. She looked expectantly at him and he cleared his throat.
~*Guess what? Musical was canceled because...well I don't really know why, but it was good news for you as I could finish this! So review and the fourth part will be up quicker!*~
