Here it is folks. Chapter 8. I'll continue Smoke soon, I will! Yeah, I tend not to include other character story lines as much. I guess I'll have to work on that!

A few days later, Monica's daughter was taken off the respirator. The premature birth had caused some initial problems, but they managed to work themselves out.

The nurse poked her head in the door.

"Are you ready to see your daughter Ms. Geller?"

"Yes, I am." Monica answered. She had finally convinced Chandler to go home and get some sleep, so it was Rachel by her side.

"Do you have a name for her yet?" Rachel asked, brushing some hair off Monica's face.

"Yeah, I do actually." Smiling, she watched as the nurse brought her precious new baby into the room. "Hey," she whispered, "I'm your new mommy. Not that you had an old one or anything . . ." She was mesmerized by just how adorable her baby was. Thank God you look nothing like Pete. . .

"Do you have a name for her?" The nurse asked.

"Yes. It's Jacie." Monica's smile beamed down on her daughter. "Jacie Lynn Geller." (a.n. Mandi, I love you)

"That's a beautiful name." Monica smiled at the nurse. "We're going to have to keep her here for awhile, do some more tests. She looks like she's going to be fine though." The nurse smiled.

"Thank you."

Taking the baby, the nurse left. Rachel reached out and grasped Monica's hand.

"You okay there hon?" She asked, noticing that Monica was tearing up.

"Yeah, I will be. It's just that . . . she's so tiny, so beautiful. Actually, I don't know why I'm crying." Monica's emotions had been out of whack since the arrival of Jacie.

~

Monica was held at the hospital for another few weeks before she was allowed to go home. Jacie was doing well, but was not allowed home quite yet. When she got home, only Chandler was there to greet her. Everyone had previously commitments, be it work or lunch.

"Welcome home babe." Chandler smiled, with his arms wide open for a hug. Monica welcomed it, and let him squeeze her.

"Hey." She answered. "I like what you've done with the place." She joked, looking around.

"What? You're not here, I have to clean." She giggled as she looked at his puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm just kidding. It looks fine." Smiling, she stretched herself upwards for a kiss. It lasted longer than expected, but their lips had missed each other. (that sounded dumb…)

"Mmm, let me put my stuff away alright?"

"Sure. Let me help you."

Once everything was put away to Monica's satisfaction, they went over to the couch and sat down. Monica was leaning her back into his chest, with his arms around her. He kissed her head and massaged her hands.

"How are you doing?" He whispered into her ear.

"I'm doing okay. But for some reason I feel really tired again."

"Do you want to go to bed? I don't mind. Actually, I think it's better that you get more sleep. You'll get your energy back much quicker, be healthier. I think-" Chandler stopped as he found that Monica was already sleeping soundly with her head resting on his collarbone.

"Well, if you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em." He muttered, and fell into a shallow slumber.

~

-knock knock knock-

"Hello? Anyone there?" A voice called from outside. "Can I come in? I'm hungry!" Joey had learned to knock on the door, after many lessons. The knocking and yelling awoke Chandler.

"Dude, hang on a second!" He tried to get up without waking Monica, who was still sleeping. Chandler walked to the door and opened it.

"Finally!" Joey exclaimed.

"Shhh. Monica's sleeping."

"No she's not," she answered, stretching.

"Look what you did Joe."

"It's ok. I shouldn't sleep my whole day away." Even though I'm still tired.

"How are you feeling?" Chandler asked, moving to her side.

"Still tired…" she answered, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Really? We were asleep for like 5 hours."

"Yeah. I think it's just that I haven't been sleeping too well at the hospital."

"Okay." He kissed her temple.

"Does that mean you can't make me food?"

"Joey –"

"It's okay Chandler. You don't mind some microwaved leftovers do you?"

"Food's food." Joey answered.

"Good."

~

"WELCOME HOME JACIE!!" The whole gang was there to welcome home the new addition. It was a small party. The gang and only the gang were there. A few party favors were scattered around the apartment and some half-hearted signs were hung around the room. Monica didn't even want a tiny party. She just wanted to sleep and eat. She was feeling quite anxious but figured it was because it was her baby's first day at home. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Chandler took her arm and guided her over to the kitchen table. A few little sandwiches and crackers were set out and she eyed them. She was hungry again. Must be the after effect of that stupid hospital she thought…Couldn't eat or sleep there. Now, that's all I'm doing. Not that I want to do anything.

"May I hold her Mon?" Rachel asked. Monica felt a weird feeling shoot through her chest. She trusted Rachel, but that wasn't what her mind was telling her.

"Um, sure. Only for a while though okay?"

"Sure, no problem." Rachel carefully took the baby and bounced her up and down. "Hey there cutie pie. How are you doing? You have a wonderful mommy, and a wonderful uncle who each have wonderful friends. You're a lucky one" She smiled down at Jacie, who smiled back at her. As Rachel began to sway Jacie from side to side, Monica had to hold back from telling her to stop it. She didn't want to see her baby get hurt. Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Ross said into the receiver, "Monica? Sure, hold on." Using his hand to cover the mouthpiece, he called Monica over.

"Hello?"

"Hey Monica. It's Pete."

"Oh, hi." Her tone was short and brief.

Noting this, Pete quickly got to the point, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to be out of town for a few days. I'm going to Florida for a conference."

"Why would I care?"

Taken back by the comment, Pete answered, "I don't know. Just incase you needed something."

"If I did, you couldn't give it to me. Have fun."

-click-

"Who was that hon?" Phoebe asked, seeing the fumed look on Monica's face.

"Pete." Phoebe scowled as well.

"What did he want?"

"Just wanted to tell me that he was going out of town for a few days, incase I needed something." Monica mocked, rolling her eyes.

"Like he could help."

"That's what I said." Monica made her way back over to Jacie. She was now safely in Chandler's arms, but she still wanted her back. "Hey, can I hold her again? I just can't get enough of her." Monica lied. The truth was, she didn't trust anyone, not even herself with her precious daughter.

"Sure. No problem." He answered, giving the baby back.

~

A few weeks passed by, and as each did, Chandler noticed a change in Monica's behavior. She was irritable, restless and didn't seem to trust anyone with her baby. Also, she was eating like a pig, yet having no energy. This was all too weird…too unlike Monica.

How can I help her, if I don't even know what it is? Suddenly, a memory came into his head. When he was about 11, his aunt had had a baby. He remember asking his mom why she wouldn't let him touch the baby or even get close to her. What was it that she said? Something-something depression. Postpregnancy? Post…baby? He shut his eyes, trying to recall what it was. Postpartum! Postpartum depression. At least I know how to use search on my computer. He got out his laptop. Opening a search engine, he typed in 'Postpartum depression'. Pages of results showed up. Geez. What am I looking for? He scrolled down the page and back up. This looks good…He looked at the links. 'Why do women get postpartum depression.' 'What is postpartum depression?' He clicked on that. Three types? There are three types of this? Baby blues…postpartum depression…postpartum psychosis. He winced. I hope she hasn't got that. He read over the entire site. He knew what it was he had to do.

Okay, I think there's one more chapter. Might be two. We'll see. Please review!!