TOW the baby without name
I'm aware that this has been already done but I needed to write this. I hope you will like it. The idea has been in my head for quite some time and this the final version of it. So, the gang actually exists. Everything has happened the same way until season five: Chandler and Monica decided it was better not to continue their 'fling', Ross and Rachel got married because they... well, love each other, Phoebe and Joey are the same though. Monica has a boyfriend called Stan, and Rach is pregnant. This is all you need to know I suppose. The characters are not mine except for Stan. Please leave a review!
The apartment was dimmed and smelled of food when Chandler entered. "Mon?" he asked carefully. "Huh?" he heard from the couch. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" Monica got up. She looked sleepy. "No, no. I was just..." she didn't know how to explain but Chandler knew very well what had happened. "He didn't come." "His work is very important." Monica defended Stan even though she was angry at him herself. "Oh come on! He always works. He never has time for you." "Why do you care?" Monica asked harsher than she had planned. "Because you are my friend." "Then act like my friend and leave me and Stan alone... why did you come over anyway?" when it was about her boyfriend, it was simply the best to change the subject. Chandler decided to let it drop for the moment. He put on a goofy smile and replied: "I was hungry." Monica also gave him a smile, a sad smile though. She had made a wonderful romantic dinner for Stan and herself. They hadn't been eating together since what seemed like forever. "I could fix you something." Monica walked into the kitchen and almost cried seeing all the food. Turning to Chandler, she asked: "You are very hungry, right?" He simply smiled at her. At least somebody would eat her dinner. That made her feel a little better. Chandler sat down at the kitchen table. He wanted to small talk a bit but didn't know what to say. Ever since they had slept together in London their relationship was strained although it was already one year and a half ago. Chandler often thought about the night. It had been great. Unfortunately, they had never talked about it again.
While sitting in the waiting room, Rachel absently stroked her swollen abdomen. Ross sat beside her, aimlessly staring around. "Ross, I think I want to know what'll be." Rachel eventually said. "Huh? Rach, no, we discussed this already. It is not that long anymore." "But it is too long or me." She grumbled. Ross didn't care anymore if she was angry at him. Lately, it seemed to Ross, like she was always angry at him. He had read that it was normal and so he just ignored it. He simply didn't want to know if they were about to have a boy or a girl. He wanted it to be a surprise. Rachel, on the other hand, hardly cooperated. Ross had to stop her almost every time from finding out while having an appointment.
"I still don't like the waiting." Rachel let him know. "I know, honey, but we'll know in a month." "One month..." Rachel whispered and stroked her stomach again. She was looking forward to meeting their little baby.
Stan entered Monica's apartment t about midnight, shortly after Chandler had left. Monica was just getting ready for bed. "Hi, honey." He greeted her happy but exhausted. "Hi." Monica replied coolly. "What's up?" he wanted to know. The way he asked almost made Monica strangle him. "You were supposed to be here for dinner." She informed him. It took Stan a moment but then he seemed to remember. With his eyes wide open he said: " Oh my god, that was the 7 o'clock appointment!" for a moment he seemed even relieved. "Appointment?" Monica tried to keep her voice steady and not break out in tears. "Well, yeah. I had it written down in my notebook, of course, but not what it actually was. I already thought I had missed something important." He smiled at her, truly happy. Monica on the other hand couldn't really stop the tears anymore. "You mean having dinner with me is not important?" she was deeply hurt. "That is not what I meant honey," he corrected her, "I was just saying that it might have been a meeting with an important client." Stan went over to Monica and hugged her. He whispered soothing words into her ear, he was very good at doing so, and Monica felt herself forgiving him. But just for the moment...
"Geller." The nurse said and Ross and Rachel followed her into an examine room. "Dr.Gallaghan will be here in a minute." She told them smiling. "Ross- " Rachel began but Ross cut her off immediately. "No, Rachel." His voice was warning. "One month. Do you realize how long that is? We could already think about names, you know." "We've waited seven months already, we can wait another one." Rachel frowned at him. "This is not going to work." Ross told her with a victory smile. Dr.Gallaghan chose that moment to walk in. "Ross, Rachel." "Hello Dr.Gallaghan." "The birth is due soon; nervous?" she asked, smearing gel on Rachel's stomach. "No," Ross told her, "I already have a child." "And you Rachel?" "Definitely nervous. And Ross here doesn't help. He won't let me find out if it'll be a girl or a boy." "My husband did the same thing, with all of our four children. Today I am glad he did." Dr.Gallaghan said while doing the ultra-sound. She found it was easier for Rachel if she talked with her while doing it. "Are you sure you don't want to know, Ross?" Ross tried hard not to say yes. It was killing him not to know. But he couldn't let Rachel win. "We don't want to know." Rachel already thought he'd say yes so she was disappointed. "Is everything alright?" Ross wanted to know. "Everything looks just fine. The baby is healthy." "And it is..." Rachel tried but Ross already gave her an angry glare. Dr.Gallaghan laughed. "It won't be long anymore Rachel, you'll find out soon." Rachel sighed.
In the night, Monica felt herself unable to sleep. Stan was snoring already, one arm draped over her. She used to think it was protectively but she didn't anymore. It seemed just like she was in his way or something. Monica missed the old Stan, the one he was before he got a rise. Stan never understood it. But Monica didn't want to break up with him either. Getting up, she stared down at his sleeping form. He was a very beautiful man, with a lean body and a heartbreaking smile. As if knowing she was watching him, he turned away from her, revealing his naked back. Monica felt tempted to go back to bed and make love once again. Only that it wouldn't solve their problems. Just sometimes it seemed like it would. Monica desperately wanted to save their relationship. Once she had heard from a colleague that getting pregnant helped wonders and so Monica had started to try getting pregnant about six months earlier. Nothing had happened. Monica had seen her doctor but everything was alright with her. Of course, she couldn't ask Stan to consult a doctor. She was positive though, that he would be flattered if she finally told him they were going to have a child. Monica had seen him with his nephews and nieces, and he just adored them. Looking at Stan again, she knew she had to find a way to get pregnant soon or it might be too late...
Chandler was bored. He had called Joey already but he had an audition and couldn't entertain Chandler any longer. One of his colleagues, Dennis, walked in, caring some papers: "Hey, Bing, you look bored." "I am bored." "Huh, you know what helps?" Dennis looked around to check if anyone was close. Chandler listened curiously. "Get a... you know and do it! I rent an apartment. I do it about once a week. My wife would be devastated." Dennis smiled a disgusting smile. Chandler didn't like it. He was against any kind of adultery and against sex for money, too. "No, thanks. I'd rather be bored then." Chandler told him. "Oh come on! I'll leave you the key. I am only there on Wednesday and Monday. Use at will." Dennis let a little red key fall on Chandler's desk. "It's on the sixth floor and the last door, the red one. You know, red... passion." Dennis gave him another of these dirty smiles before he finally left. Chandler just stared at the little key. He had never really cared what Dennis did even though everybody knew he was a womanizer, a worse one than Joey and he treated them bad. Chandler wouldn't have taken the key, if his boss hadn't walked in. He grabbed it and let it disappear in his pocket. Little did he know he would have great use for it later...
Sitting in the room which was supposed to be the nursery, Rachel stared at all the things. Everybody had kept the colors indifferent. Just yellow, green, some orange. There was no pink or blue. She wished she knew what is going to be. Rachel hadn't told Ross, but knowing what sex her child had was very important to her. Not because of all the colors but because it made the baby more real. It was stupid which was the reason she hadn't told Ross. But sometimes being pregnant didn't seem real, it felt like playing adult almost. Knowing if it was a girl or boy would have changed it. Rachel was looking forward to have the baby, she loved it more than anything even if it sometimes just felt weird. The moving inside, the little kicks, her swollen stomach. Just sometimes she was afraid something would go wrong and she'd lose the baby. Every woman had fears and so Rachel tried to tell herself everything would be ok. Ross startled her by coming up behind her. "Ross!" Rachel screamed, "You scared me!" "Sorry." He apologized, kissing her neck. "S'ok." she whispered, enjoying his lip on her neck. They hadn't had sex for like three months and she felt just a little tingly. "We can't." Ross reminded her. "You know, I read it was a natural way to get into labor." Ross smiled at her. "We wouldn't want you to get into labor already now, would we?" "Nooo." Rachel moaned.
The key disappeared into one of Chandler's drawers. Actually, he was ashamed of even keeping it. It felt wrong but something told him not to throw it away just yet and so he just hid it. For some time he just sat on his bed and did nothing. He was bored. Lately, it happened more often. Joey seemed to be out more often, Ross and Rachel were only interested in themselves and the baby, Phoebe was Phoebe and Monica had Stan. Chandler felt a little left alone. It was irrational, he know. His friends loved him, they were just a bit busy. "Chandler?" he heard Monica from the living room. "I'm here." He called back. Monica entered his room. "Why is it so dark in here?" she wondered. "Oh sorry," he switched on a light, "Kinda got distracted.... is everything alright?" he was a little concerned. "I guess..." Monica wanted to talk with someone about the whole Stan thing. She just wasn't 100% sure if Chandler was the best one to do so. "You know you can tell me. I can actually keep secrets." The smiled at each other. Monica knew he was right and decided to tell him everything. "Stan and I have some problems." She stopped, expecting him to ask why and which but he didn't and just nodded knowingly. "Apparently, you knew that. Anyway, I heard from a colleague she solved their problems by getting pregnant. They are still happily married. So I tried to do that too... I just didn't become pregnant." "How long have you been trying?" "Ah... about six months." She admitted. Somehow she felt stupid with her plan. "A long time... have you talked with a... doctor maybe?" "Yes, I did. I am fine and my body is apparently just waiting to get pregnant." "But you can't ask Stan to make a test because he is not supposed to know... and what do I have to do with this?" Monica stared at her hands, fidgeting. "I wanted to ask you something..." "Then do." Chandler told her. A weird feeling told him he didn't want to hear it though. "If Stan can't make me pregnant, or if it just won't happen with him now, I have to find another way..." she paused. Chandler could feel his stomach tighten. Did she really want to ask him to do THAT? "I... you are one of my best friends... and I... I thought... maybe you could... help me." It came out quietly and very hesitant. Chandler stared at her. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were huge. He had expected it but hearing it was a different thing. He was speechless. "Chandler? Please say something, anything." At least Monica had found her normal voice again. She knew it was a lot to ask for but she was desperate.
"I... I have to think." Chandler stuttered. "Of course, I understand. Just- just tell me when you are ready." With that Monica left the apartment quickly. Chandler, still sitting on his bed, was flabbergasted. His heart beat like a drum and his breath was ragged. Even though Chandler pretended to think about it, his choice was already made.
Monica entered her apartment. Stan, of course, wasn't there yet. She didn't switch on any light and disappeared into her bedroom. She dressed for the night and then cuddled into her bed. Chandler had looked shocked. Monica expected a reaction like this. She also was glad he didn't answer immediately. It would have been rushed and not well thought through. The only thing she was actually worried about was their friendship. Other problems didn't seem to enter her mind at the moment. Monica felt tired not only in condition but in everything. She was tired of having to fight with Stan, tired of having to defend him, tired of having to wait for him. This little baby would solve everything. Monica realized how much she was looking forward to having a baby. Buying little, cute clothes, feeding him or her, just holding it close. Lately, she admired Ross and Rachel's relationship more and more. She was looking forward to having another nephew or niece, too, but having one of those little thing herself, was a totally different thing. She sighed in contentment. She could already see Stan's surprised but happy face when she told him. Happily, she closed her eyes and dreamed of blue-eyed, soft brown-haired little babies.
In the morning, Rachel felt too tired to get up. She heard Ross in the shower and on normal days she would love to join him. Even though she was too big to do so. Sometimes, she missed the times when they had just showered together and then be late for work. As mush as she was looking forward to being a mother, she would miss those little things. "Rach? You okay?" Ross asked, entering the bedroom with just a towel around his waist. "Yeah, just a little tired." Ross looked at her, obviously worried. "I'm fine." She assured him. "I just think I'll stay in bed today." "Then I'll stay home, too." "Don't be ridiculous, Ross. I'll be fine here alone." "You're eight months pregnant, I certainly won't leave you alone if you don't feel fine. "Alright, do what you want... if you stay home.. you could make me some pancakes, right? She smiled at him. "Ah, sure." Ross decided to wear sweatpants since he would stay home and then went into the kitchen to make pancakes. Rachel on the other hand decided to close her eyes for a moment.
When Chandler woke up, he found himself laying on the ground. How he had gotten there, he didn't remember. His neck felt slightly stiff and his back hurt like hell. Monica. Then he remembered. Her request. While thinking about it he had fallen asleep, still sitting. Somehow he must have fallen down then. It was no wonder he felt like shit. Half humbling, he walked into the kitchen where Joey and Phoebe were playing some sort of game. "Long night, huh?" Joey remarked smiling dirtily. "Certainly, but no like you think." Chandler poured some orange juice down his throat. "Don't tell me anything, buddy, I heard you." "What?" Chandler was confused. After all, he hadn't done anything. "It was a thud." Phoebe informed him. How she could know what noise it was, Chandler decided to find out later. "I fell off the bed." "Better you than your chick." Joey told him. "I do not have a 'chick', alright? It was just me last night and I fell off the bed because... why am I telling you this? It is none of your business." Angry, Chandler stormed out. "Do you think he knows I was here last night?" Phoebe asked a little worried. "Has he ever known?" "True."
Stan had come home late in the night but Monica awoke anyway. They had fought but also made up. Afterwards, Monica felt like Stan could never do anything wrong. Somehow, he had a way to make her forget all of his bad ways and just remember his good ones. It made it hard to stay angry at him for a longer time. Of course, Stan had left for work early in the morning. He always did. Still, when Monica woke up she wished he was still beside her. She was disappointed every morning. Slowly she got up and walked into the bathroom. Like always, Stan had left a huge puddle of water. Monica had stopped to scold him for it. He simply didn't understand her sense of clean. So she just left it, showered herself and then wiped it away. Afterwards, she tried to eat but her stomach wouldn't take any food. She was too nervous. Monica wasn't sure how long Chandler would need for his decision but she hoped not too long. To her own surprise, it didn't matter that Chandler would be the father of her child. If he said yes, of course. It seemed almost normal...or at least it didn't feel weird. Stan would never know about it. Monica didn't even consider the possibility that Stan could not see the child as his own. Maybe if she had nothing of the following would have happened...
This was the first part. If you want the next part tell me otherwise it won't be posted. Thank you for reading. Written by Anika
I'm aware that this has been already done but I needed to write this. I hope you will like it. The idea has been in my head for quite some time and this the final version of it. So, the gang actually exists. Everything has happened the same way until season five: Chandler and Monica decided it was better not to continue their 'fling', Ross and Rachel got married because they... well, love each other, Phoebe and Joey are the same though. Monica has a boyfriend called Stan, and Rach is pregnant. This is all you need to know I suppose. The characters are not mine except for Stan. Please leave a review!
The apartment was dimmed and smelled of food when Chandler entered. "Mon?" he asked carefully. "Huh?" he heard from the couch. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" Monica got up. She looked sleepy. "No, no. I was just..." she didn't know how to explain but Chandler knew very well what had happened. "He didn't come." "His work is very important." Monica defended Stan even though she was angry at him herself. "Oh come on! He always works. He never has time for you." "Why do you care?" Monica asked harsher than she had planned. "Because you are my friend." "Then act like my friend and leave me and Stan alone... why did you come over anyway?" when it was about her boyfriend, it was simply the best to change the subject. Chandler decided to let it drop for the moment. He put on a goofy smile and replied: "I was hungry." Monica also gave him a smile, a sad smile though. She had made a wonderful romantic dinner for Stan and herself. They hadn't been eating together since what seemed like forever. "I could fix you something." Monica walked into the kitchen and almost cried seeing all the food. Turning to Chandler, she asked: "You are very hungry, right?" He simply smiled at her. At least somebody would eat her dinner. That made her feel a little better. Chandler sat down at the kitchen table. He wanted to small talk a bit but didn't know what to say. Ever since they had slept together in London their relationship was strained although it was already one year and a half ago. Chandler often thought about the night. It had been great. Unfortunately, they had never talked about it again.
While sitting in the waiting room, Rachel absently stroked her swollen abdomen. Ross sat beside her, aimlessly staring around. "Ross, I think I want to know what'll be." Rachel eventually said. "Huh? Rach, no, we discussed this already. It is not that long anymore." "But it is too long or me." She grumbled. Ross didn't care anymore if she was angry at him. Lately, it seemed to Ross, like she was always angry at him. He had read that it was normal and so he just ignored it. He simply didn't want to know if they were about to have a boy or a girl. He wanted it to be a surprise. Rachel, on the other hand, hardly cooperated. Ross had to stop her almost every time from finding out while having an appointment.
"I still don't like the waiting." Rachel let him know. "I know, honey, but we'll know in a month." "One month..." Rachel whispered and stroked her stomach again. She was looking forward to meeting their little baby.
Stan entered Monica's apartment t about midnight, shortly after Chandler had left. Monica was just getting ready for bed. "Hi, honey." He greeted her happy but exhausted. "Hi." Monica replied coolly. "What's up?" he wanted to know. The way he asked almost made Monica strangle him. "You were supposed to be here for dinner." She informed him. It took Stan a moment but then he seemed to remember. With his eyes wide open he said: " Oh my god, that was the 7 o'clock appointment!" for a moment he seemed even relieved. "Appointment?" Monica tried to keep her voice steady and not break out in tears. "Well, yeah. I had it written down in my notebook, of course, but not what it actually was. I already thought I had missed something important." He smiled at her, truly happy. Monica on the other hand couldn't really stop the tears anymore. "You mean having dinner with me is not important?" she was deeply hurt. "That is not what I meant honey," he corrected her, "I was just saying that it might have been a meeting with an important client." Stan went over to Monica and hugged her. He whispered soothing words into her ear, he was very good at doing so, and Monica felt herself forgiving him. But just for the moment...
"Geller." The nurse said and Ross and Rachel followed her into an examine room. "Dr.Gallaghan will be here in a minute." She told them smiling. "Ross- " Rachel began but Ross cut her off immediately. "No, Rachel." His voice was warning. "One month. Do you realize how long that is? We could already think about names, you know." "We've waited seven months already, we can wait another one." Rachel frowned at him. "This is not going to work." Ross told her with a victory smile. Dr.Gallaghan chose that moment to walk in. "Ross, Rachel." "Hello Dr.Gallaghan." "The birth is due soon; nervous?" she asked, smearing gel on Rachel's stomach. "No," Ross told her, "I already have a child." "And you Rachel?" "Definitely nervous. And Ross here doesn't help. He won't let me find out if it'll be a girl or a boy." "My husband did the same thing, with all of our four children. Today I am glad he did." Dr.Gallaghan said while doing the ultra-sound. She found it was easier for Rachel if she talked with her while doing it. "Are you sure you don't want to know, Ross?" Ross tried hard not to say yes. It was killing him not to know. But he couldn't let Rachel win. "We don't want to know." Rachel already thought he'd say yes so she was disappointed. "Is everything alright?" Ross wanted to know. "Everything looks just fine. The baby is healthy." "And it is..." Rachel tried but Ross already gave her an angry glare. Dr.Gallaghan laughed. "It won't be long anymore Rachel, you'll find out soon." Rachel sighed.
In the night, Monica felt herself unable to sleep. Stan was snoring already, one arm draped over her. She used to think it was protectively but she didn't anymore. It seemed just like she was in his way or something. Monica missed the old Stan, the one he was before he got a rise. Stan never understood it. But Monica didn't want to break up with him either. Getting up, she stared down at his sleeping form. He was a very beautiful man, with a lean body and a heartbreaking smile. As if knowing she was watching him, he turned away from her, revealing his naked back. Monica felt tempted to go back to bed and make love once again. Only that it wouldn't solve their problems. Just sometimes it seemed like it would. Monica desperately wanted to save their relationship. Once she had heard from a colleague that getting pregnant helped wonders and so Monica had started to try getting pregnant about six months earlier. Nothing had happened. Monica had seen her doctor but everything was alright with her. Of course, she couldn't ask Stan to consult a doctor. She was positive though, that he would be flattered if she finally told him they were going to have a child. Monica had seen him with his nephews and nieces, and he just adored them. Looking at Stan again, she knew she had to find a way to get pregnant soon or it might be too late...
Chandler was bored. He had called Joey already but he had an audition and couldn't entertain Chandler any longer. One of his colleagues, Dennis, walked in, caring some papers: "Hey, Bing, you look bored." "I am bored." "Huh, you know what helps?" Dennis looked around to check if anyone was close. Chandler listened curiously. "Get a... you know and do it! I rent an apartment. I do it about once a week. My wife would be devastated." Dennis smiled a disgusting smile. Chandler didn't like it. He was against any kind of adultery and against sex for money, too. "No, thanks. I'd rather be bored then." Chandler told him. "Oh come on! I'll leave you the key. I am only there on Wednesday and Monday. Use at will." Dennis let a little red key fall on Chandler's desk. "It's on the sixth floor and the last door, the red one. You know, red... passion." Dennis gave him another of these dirty smiles before he finally left. Chandler just stared at the little key. He had never really cared what Dennis did even though everybody knew he was a womanizer, a worse one than Joey and he treated them bad. Chandler wouldn't have taken the key, if his boss hadn't walked in. He grabbed it and let it disappear in his pocket. Little did he know he would have great use for it later...
Sitting in the room which was supposed to be the nursery, Rachel stared at all the things. Everybody had kept the colors indifferent. Just yellow, green, some orange. There was no pink or blue. She wished she knew what is going to be. Rachel hadn't told Ross, but knowing what sex her child had was very important to her. Not because of all the colors but because it made the baby more real. It was stupid which was the reason she hadn't told Ross. But sometimes being pregnant didn't seem real, it felt like playing adult almost. Knowing if it was a girl or boy would have changed it. Rachel was looking forward to have the baby, she loved it more than anything even if it sometimes just felt weird. The moving inside, the little kicks, her swollen stomach. Just sometimes she was afraid something would go wrong and she'd lose the baby. Every woman had fears and so Rachel tried to tell herself everything would be ok. Ross startled her by coming up behind her. "Ross!" Rachel screamed, "You scared me!" "Sorry." He apologized, kissing her neck. "S'ok." she whispered, enjoying his lip on her neck. They hadn't had sex for like three months and she felt just a little tingly. "We can't." Ross reminded her. "You know, I read it was a natural way to get into labor." Ross smiled at her. "We wouldn't want you to get into labor already now, would we?" "Nooo." Rachel moaned.
The key disappeared into one of Chandler's drawers. Actually, he was ashamed of even keeping it. It felt wrong but something told him not to throw it away just yet and so he just hid it. For some time he just sat on his bed and did nothing. He was bored. Lately, it happened more often. Joey seemed to be out more often, Ross and Rachel were only interested in themselves and the baby, Phoebe was Phoebe and Monica had Stan. Chandler felt a little left alone. It was irrational, he know. His friends loved him, they were just a bit busy. "Chandler?" he heard Monica from the living room. "I'm here." He called back. Monica entered his room. "Why is it so dark in here?" she wondered. "Oh sorry," he switched on a light, "Kinda got distracted.... is everything alright?" he was a little concerned. "I guess..." Monica wanted to talk with someone about the whole Stan thing. She just wasn't 100% sure if Chandler was the best one to do so. "You know you can tell me. I can actually keep secrets." The smiled at each other. Monica knew he was right and decided to tell him everything. "Stan and I have some problems." She stopped, expecting him to ask why and which but he didn't and just nodded knowingly. "Apparently, you knew that. Anyway, I heard from a colleague she solved their problems by getting pregnant. They are still happily married. So I tried to do that too... I just didn't become pregnant." "How long have you been trying?" "Ah... about six months." She admitted. Somehow she felt stupid with her plan. "A long time... have you talked with a... doctor maybe?" "Yes, I did. I am fine and my body is apparently just waiting to get pregnant." "But you can't ask Stan to make a test because he is not supposed to know... and what do I have to do with this?" Monica stared at her hands, fidgeting. "I wanted to ask you something..." "Then do." Chandler told her. A weird feeling told him he didn't want to hear it though. "If Stan can't make me pregnant, or if it just won't happen with him now, I have to find another way..." she paused. Chandler could feel his stomach tighten. Did she really want to ask him to do THAT? "I... you are one of my best friends... and I... I thought... maybe you could... help me." It came out quietly and very hesitant. Chandler stared at her. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were huge. He had expected it but hearing it was a different thing. He was speechless. "Chandler? Please say something, anything." At least Monica had found her normal voice again. She knew it was a lot to ask for but she was desperate.
"I... I have to think." Chandler stuttered. "Of course, I understand. Just- just tell me when you are ready." With that Monica left the apartment quickly. Chandler, still sitting on his bed, was flabbergasted. His heart beat like a drum and his breath was ragged. Even though Chandler pretended to think about it, his choice was already made.
Monica entered her apartment. Stan, of course, wasn't there yet. She didn't switch on any light and disappeared into her bedroom. She dressed for the night and then cuddled into her bed. Chandler had looked shocked. Monica expected a reaction like this. She also was glad he didn't answer immediately. It would have been rushed and not well thought through. The only thing she was actually worried about was their friendship. Other problems didn't seem to enter her mind at the moment. Monica felt tired not only in condition but in everything. She was tired of having to fight with Stan, tired of having to defend him, tired of having to wait for him. This little baby would solve everything. Monica realized how much she was looking forward to having a baby. Buying little, cute clothes, feeding him or her, just holding it close. Lately, she admired Ross and Rachel's relationship more and more. She was looking forward to having another nephew or niece, too, but having one of those little thing herself, was a totally different thing. She sighed in contentment. She could already see Stan's surprised but happy face when she told him. Happily, she closed her eyes and dreamed of blue-eyed, soft brown-haired little babies.
In the morning, Rachel felt too tired to get up. She heard Ross in the shower and on normal days she would love to join him. Even though she was too big to do so. Sometimes, she missed the times when they had just showered together and then be late for work. As mush as she was looking forward to being a mother, she would miss those little things. "Rach? You okay?" Ross asked, entering the bedroom with just a towel around his waist. "Yeah, just a little tired." Ross looked at her, obviously worried. "I'm fine." She assured him. "I just think I'll stay in bed today." "Then I'll stay home, too." "Don't be ridiculous, Ross. I'll be fine here alone." "You're eight months pregnant, I certainly won't leave you alone if you don't feel fine. "Alright, do what you want... if you stay home.. you could make me some pancakes, right? She smiled at him. "Ah, sure." Ross decided to wear sweatpants since he would stay home and then went into the kitchen to make pancakes. Rachel on the other hand decided to close her eyes for a moment.
When Chandler woke up, he found himself laying on the ground. How he had gotten there, he didn't remember. His neck felt slightly stiff and his back hurt like hell. Monica. Then he remembered. Her request. While thinking about it he had fallen asleep, still sitting. Somehow he must have fallen down then. It was no wonder he felt like shit. Half humbling, he walked into the kitchen where Joey and Phoebe were playing some sort of game. "Long night, huh?" Joey remarked smiling dirtily. "Certainly, but no like you think." Chandler poured some orange juice down his throat. "Don't tell me anything, buddy, I heard you." "What?" Chandler was confused. After all, he hadn't done anything. "It was a thud." Phoebe informed him. How she could know what noise it was, Chandler decided to find out later. "I fell off the bed." "Better you than your chick." Joey told him. "I do not have a 'chick', alright? It was just me last night and I fell off the bed because... why am I telling you this? It is none of your business." Angry, Chandler stormed out. "Do you think he knows I was here last night?" Phoebe asked a little worried. "Has he ever known?" "True."
Stan had come home late in the night but Monica awoke anyway. They had fought but also made up. Afterwards, Monica felt like Stan could never do anything wrong. Somehow, he had a way to make her forget all of his bad ways and just remember his good ones. It made it hard to stay angry at him for a longer time. Of course, Stan had left for work early in the morning. He always did. Still, when Monica woke up she wished he was still beside her. She was disappointed every morning. Slowly she got up and walked into the bathroom. Like always, Stan had left a huge puddle of water. Monica had stopped to scold him for it. He simply didn't understand her sense of clean. So she just left it, showered herself and then wiped it away. Afterwards, she tried to eat but her stomach wouldn't take any food. She was too nervous. Monica wasn't sure how long Chandler would need for his decision but she hoped not too long. To her own surprise, it didn't matter that Chandler would be the father of her child. If he said yes, of course. It seemed almost normal...or at least it didn't feel weird. Stan would never know about it. Monica didn't even consider the possibility that Stan could not see the child as his own. Maybe if she had nothing of the following would have happened...
This was the first part. If you want the next part tell me otherwise it won't be posted. Thank you for reading. Written by Anika