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"I thought he'd always take me back." Her voice was sad, but not a hint of regret. Their eyes met and they gazed at eachother for awhile before Chandler wrapped her into a hug. To the surprise of both, Monica didn't cry. He thought that it was just shock and the whole situation hadn't set in yet, but she knew that it just didn't really mean that much to her. He held her for awhile as they both enjoyed the closeness of a friend. She pulled back a few moments later and stared at the coffee table.
He just watched her. She was such a beautiful and talented woman, and yet her love life seemed to flop when it was at a peak. Both of her most important relationships seemed to break over children. Neither of her significances seemed to want any. It just seemed to be her luck.
~
Two days later, Monica decided to go and get her remaining possessions from Pete's place. She sat, parked in the driveway and just looked in the building. She shook herself and took a deep breath.
Pete heard a car door slam and looked out the window. There she was. The woman who was said to be his wife. He gave up ultimate fighting for her, but she wouldn't give up anything for him. Not even time.
Monica stood at the door, willing herself to knock. She raised her right hand, changed her mind and used her left to ring the doorbell. She let her leg bounce restlessly as she waited for an answer.
Suddenly, the door opened and an awkward silence followed.
Breaking the silence, Pete asked, "Would you like to come in?"
Monica gave a small grin, "Sure." He let her in and watched her take in what would most likely be her last time in the mansion. She lay her jacket down on the couch and took a box that was already laid out for her.
"Is there anything you would like to have in particular?" Pete asked.
"Ummm," She gazed at the vast living room. Her eye settled on something set on the mantel. "That," she pointed, "that's what I want." She was referring to a marble piece, carved into a dolphin. It didn't necessarily mean that it had any special meaning to her, it was just a beautiful piece that would remind her of their first real trip.
"Go ahead. Take it." She did so without giving him a second look.
It took a good few hours for Monica to pack everything and load it into her car. She did have two cars, so Pete drove behind as she led the way back. She lugged everything she could carry to her new, temporary apartment.
Pete went one more floor up and knocked on both Chandler and Rachel's doors. It was Chandler's that opened.
Opening the door, Chandler's head was down. He saw leather shoes. Looking up, he saw 'Leather face', nickname he and Joey had dubbed Pete. (a.n. sorry, I watched Scream.hehe)
"What are you doing here?" Chandler asked with an icy tone.
"I'm, um, helping Monica move in. I was wondering if you wanted to help."
"Of course I would. And I'm sure she'd want * me * and not * you * to help. I can't believe you would do this to her."
"Do what to her?"
Chandler resisted an urge to punch him. "I can't believe this. You let her split from you when she needs you!"
"I didn't let her, she chose to!"
"Only because you made it clear that wasn't your," mockingly, "career path. To me, that's the stupidest reason you can let get between two loving people." If Chandler was mad before, it was nothing now. He couldn't believe Pete's attitude. It was like nothing mattered to him but him.
"Look, I know you're not happy, but that's just how I feel! Are you going to help or what?"
Chandler pushed him, hard. Pete stumbled backwards and onto the floor.
"You know how you can help? Get the hell out of here."
Surprised, Pete just nodded and left. Chandler sighed heavily, slammed his door, and started his way downstairs. When he didn't see Monica in the apartment, he quickly made his way outside.
"Monica! Don't you dare lift that!" He pointed to the box labeled 'books'.
She turned her head at the sound of his voice. "Okay. I won't." She smiled. "Are you going to help me? Pete just left."
"Yeah, I told him to leave. I don't ever want to see him again."
Monica nodded. "Me neither. But I still need help." She said, pointing to the boxes.
"I know. But Mon, I want you to know I'm willing to help with more than just these boxes alright? Whatever you need. Even if you can't get up and want a glass of water, you call me okay? Whatever you need."
Monica studied his face. "You're serious aren't you?"
He nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite person. Ever. It kills me when you're in any kind of pain. And I like to be the hero." He smiled at the last comment.
She smiled as well, and said " Why can't I tell anyone?"
"Because," he said simply, "They'd be jealous."
She giggled.
It melted his heart to see her smile. Though she was just his friend, she had a special place inside his heart.
~
For the first three months of her pregnancy, things went pretty well. She occasionally had morning sickness, and it got further apart and more scarce as time went on. She had her first and second ultrasound and found that she was having a baby girl. Chandler went with her to both, and both times, being that they were different doctors, he was mistaken to be her husband.
They never did hear from Pete. It was like he left the world. He was never seen, or heard from since Monica moved in. Ross and Rachel had decided to move into the newly vacated Ugly Naked Guy's apartment (I don't care if that's out of order :p). Monica decided to move back into her old apartment, seeing that it was closer to Chandler. By then, she was 17 weeks pregnant and the normal affects of pregnancy were showing. She had some swelling in her hands and ankles, normal for pregnant women.
Chandler entered the apartment quietly. Monica had been sleeping for the last few days, but today was the rare occasion of which she was up-well, awake.
"Hey. How are you doing?" Chandler whispered.
"I'm alright. Why are you whispering?" she whispered back.
In a mock voice he said , "I don't know!" She just giggled. He frowned. "Still can't laugh?"
"No, it really hurts my tummy."
"Is that normal?" He was so worried about her. He had always pictured an easy pregnancy, but this was certainly the opposite.
"I'm not sure. But, it's not a big deal." Nodding, he moved over to where she was lying on the couch.
Placing a hand on her forehead he found that she felt a little warm. "You might have a fever Mon."
"I think it's just the blanket," she blew it off. She was warm, so she moved the blankets from her chin down to her chest. "I'll be fine." She smiled. He cared about her, and it would make anyone feel good.
"Anything you need?"
"Actually, I have to pee. Could you help me out?" She pushed the covers off and held her hand up. Chandler got off the couch, grabbed her hand and gently helped her up.
"Whoa!" Chandler exclaimed, surprised, as she collapsed on him. "You ok?"
"Is it just me? Or are there spots on your face?"
"I think it's just you. Are you ok? What happened there?"
"Just headrush." She gave him a shakey smile. She didn't tell him, but the room was still spinning with the addition of colourful dots. Like a disco ball. He supported her back and led her to the washroom. As he waited outside the closed door, he had about a million thoughts run through his head. Was there something wrong with Monica? Were these sypmtoms normal? He was worried, but couldn't do much about it.
As she flushed the toilet, Monica carefully supported herself with the sink. She moved herself over and looked herself in the mirror. There were signs of exhastion and pain on her face, which seemed paler than ever. She blinked away the sleep, put on a fake smile, and walked outside.
"You feeling better?" He put his right arm around her back and held her left hand with his own.
"Yeah. I want to go to bed though. Just lie down for awhile."
"No problem." He led her to her bedroom and tucked her in. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he felt that it was still warm. He made a mental note to come and check on her later. "Remember, call me if you need anything."
"I know. You're too sweet." She gave him a slight smile before closing her eyes.
Okay! Well, that's chapter 4! Stay tuned because the story's just started. (still no cliffhanger!!)
"I thought he'd always take me back." Her voice was sad, but not a hint of regret. Their eyes met and they gazed at eachother for awhile before Chandler wrapped her into a hug. To the surprise of both, Monica didn't cry. He thought that it was just shock and the whole situation hadn't set in yet, but she knew that it just didn't really mean that much to her. He held her for awhile as they both enjoyed the closeness of a friend. She pulled back a few moments later and stared at the coffee table.
He just watched her. She was such a beautiful and talented woman, and yet her love life seemed to flop when it was at a peak. Both of her most important relationships seemed to break over children. Neither of her significances seemed to want any. It just seemed to be her luck.
~
Two days later, Monica decided to go and get her remaining possessions from Pete's place. She sat, parked in the driveway and just looked in the building. She shook herself and took a deep breath.
Pete heard a car door slam and looked out the window. There she was. The woman who was said to be his wife. He gave up ultimate fighting for her, but she wouldn't give up anything for him. Not even time.
Monica stood at the door, willing herself to knock. She raised her right hand, changed her mind and used her left to ring the doorbell. She let her leg bounce restlessly as she waited for an answer.
Suddenly, the door opened and an awkward silence followed.
Breaking the silence, Pete asked, "Would you like to come in?"
Monica gave a small grin, "Sure." He let her in and watched her take in what would most likely be her last time in the mansion. She lay her jacket down on the couch and took a box that was already laid out for her.
"Is there anything you would like to have in particular?" Pete asked.
"Ummm," She gazed at the vast living room. Her eye settled on something set on the mantel. "That," she pointed, "that's what I want." She was referring to a marble piece, carved into a dolphin. It didn't necessarily mean that it had any special meaning to her, it was just a beautiful piece that would remind her of their first real trip.
"Go ahead. Take it." She did so without giving him a second look.
It took a good few hours for Monica to pack everything and load it into her car. She did have two cars, so Pete drove behind as she led the way back. She lugged everything she could carry to her new, temporary apartment.
Pete went one more floor up and knocked on both Chandler and Rachel's doors. It was Chandler's that opened.
Opening the door, Chandler's head was down. He saw leather shoes. Looking up, he saw 'Leather face', nickname he and Joey had dubbed Pete. (a.n. sorry, I watched Scream.hehe)
"What are you doing here?" Chandler asked with an icy tone.
"I'm, um, helping Monica move in. I was wondering if you wanted to help."
"Of course I would. And I'm sure she'd want * me * and not * you * to help. I can't believe you would do this to her."
"Do what to her?"
Chandler resisted an urge to punch him. "I can't believe this. You let her split from you when she needs you!"
"I didn't let her, she chose to!"
"Only because you made it clear that wasn't your," mockingly, "career path. To me, that's the stupidest reason you can let get between two loving people." If Chandler was mad before, it was nothing now. He couldn't believe Pete's attitude. It was like nothing mattered to him but him.
"Look, I know you're not happy, but that's just how I feel! Are you going to help or what?"
Chandler pushed him, hard. Pete stumbled backwards and onto the floor.
"You know how you can help? Get the hell out of here."
Surprised, Pete just nodded and left. Chandler sighed heavily, slammed his door, and started his way downstairs. When he didn't see Monica in the apartment, he quickly made his way outside.
"Monica! Don't you dare lift that!" He pointed to the box labeled 'books'.
She turned her head at the sound of his voice. "Okay. I won't." She smiled. "Are you going to help me? Pete just left."
"Yeah, I told him to leave. I don't ever want to see him again."
Monica nodded. "Me neither. But I still need help." She said, pointing to the boxes.
"I know. But Mon, I want you to know I'm willing to help with more than just these boxes alright? Whatever you need. Even if you can't get up and want a glass of water, you call me okay? Whatever you need."
Monica studied his face. "You're serious aren't you?"
He nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite person. Ever. It kills me when you're in any kind of pain. And I like to be the hero." He smiled at the last comment.
She smiled as well, and said " Why can't I tell anyone?"
"Because," he said simply, "They'd be jealous."
She giggled.
It melted his heart to see her smile. Though she was just his friend, she had a special place inside his heart.
~
For the first three months of her pregnancy, things went pretty well. She occasionally had morning sickness, and it got further apart and more scarce as time went on. She had her first and second ultrasound and found that she was having a baby girl. Chandler went with her to both, and both times, being that they were different doctors, he was mistaken to be her husband.
They never did hear from Pete. It was like he left the world. He was never seen, or heard from since Monica moved in. Ross and Rachel had decided to move into the newly vacated Ugly Naked Guy's apartment (I don't care if that's out of order :p). Monica decided to move back into her old apartment, seeing that it was closer to Chandler. By then, she was 17 weeks pregnant and the normal affects of pregnancy were showing. She had some swelling in her hands and ankles, normal for pregnant women.
Chandler entered the apartment quietly. Monica had been sleeping for the last few days, but today was the rare occasion of which she was up-well, awake.
"Hey. How are you doing?" Chandler whispered.
"I'm alright. Why are you whispering?" she whispered back.
In a mock voice he said , "I don't know!" She just giggled. He frowned. "Still can't laugh?"
"No, it really hurts my tummy."
"Is that normal?" He was so worried about her. He had always pictured an easy pregnancy, but this was certainly the opposite.
"I'm not sure. But, it's not a big deal." Nodding, he moved over to where she was lying on the couch.
Placing a hand on her forehead he found that she felt a little warm. "You might have a fever Mon."
"I think it's just the blanket," she blew it off. She was warm, so she moved the blankets from her chin down to her chest. "I'll be fine." She smiled. He cared about her, and it would make anyone feel good.
"Anything you need?"
"Actually, I have to pee. Could you help me out?" She pushed the covers off and held her hand up. Chandler got off the couch, grabbed her hand and gently helped her up.
"Whoa!" Chandler exclaimed, surprised, as she collapsed on him. "You ok?"
"Is it just me? Or are there spots on your face?"
"I think it's just you. Are you ok? What happened there?"
"Just headrush." She gave him a shakey smile. She didn't tell him, but the room was still spinning with the addition of colourful dots. Like a disco ball. He supported her back and led her to the washroom. As he waited outside the closed door, he had about a million thoughts run through his head. Was there something wrong with Monica? Were these sypmtoms normal? He was worried, but couldn't do much about it.
As she flushed the toilet, Monica carefully supported herself with the sink. She moved herself over and looked herself in the mirror. There were signs of exhastion and pain on her face, which seemed paler than ever. She blinked away the sleep, put on a fake smile, and walked outside.
"You feeling better?" He put his right arm around her back and held her left hand with his own.
"Yeah. I want to go to bed though. Just lie down for awhile."
"No problem." He led her to her bedroom and tucked her in. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he felt that it was still warm. He made a mental note to come and check on her later. "Remember, call me if you need anything."
"I know. You're too sweet." She gave him a slight smile before closing her eyes.
Okay! Well, that's chapter 4! Stay tuned because the story's just started. (still no cliffhanger!!)