Simply Complicated~part 3

Losing Faith in You

Hey! Thanks again for the reviews! I should really be doing homework right now…but I'd really rather write. And you'd probably rather have me write. Or you don't care. And yes, this is that same old story line that's been done, redone, and just when you thought it couldn't possibly be done in yet another way, I come along just to make sure the idea was actually pounded into the ground. But please still read and review…it won't all be the same ol' same ol'…promise ; )

Monica flushed the toilet before leaning back, trying not to throw up (lol, I typed 'pu' the first time. That's two-thirds of a pun…and if you don't get that incredibly stupid joke, don't burst out laughing 5 minutes after your french teacher says it and say that you just got that…your entire class *will* laugh at you. *trust* me…) again. So far, she hadn't had any morning sickness, but that was obviously changing.

"Mon, you okay?" Rachel knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah, fine," Monica answered, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing in an attempt to not throw up again until Rachel was away from the door. "I'll be out in a second."

"Okay," Rachel said, sounding doubtful, but Monica could hear her walk away anyway.

Monica hung her head over the toilet as she threw up again (I could so give a bunch of gruesome details here…but I opt not to, hehe). She once again flushed the toilet, this time standing up and going over to the sink to brush her teeth. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed something that she hadn't noticed yet.

She was glowing.

Monica turned on the water, splashing her face with a cool stream of water. She grabbed the towel next to the sink and just sighed; this wasn't how this was supposed to work.

She was supposed to be with a guy that she was in love with when this happened. And now, she wasn't even with a guy. Monica closed her eyes as realization hit. She was with a guy. A guy who had nothing to do with it and who had no idea as to what was happening.

And truthfully, she wasn't ready for this. As much as she'd always wanted to have kids, she was completely unready for this. And she really wasn't ready to do this alone if Chandler didn't come around, and in all truth, she was slowly losing faith in him.

Monica glanced once more in the mirror before walking out the door.

"You okay?" Joey asked, looking up from the bowel of cereal that he was eating when Monica came into the kitchen.

"Yeah, fine, I must've just caught what Rachel had," Monica lied, hating the fact that she had to lie to her friends. But lying was better than telling them the truth right now.

"So are you staying home from work then?"

"I wasn't planning on it. I only work the lunch shift today, so I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Oh! Where's Chandler? I got these three Knicks tickets (okay, so re-reading this I realized, hey, it wouldn't really be basketball season if you go with the timeline of the show…but if you went with the timeline of the show, monica said she was, what, 26 in the first season and she turned 30 in the seventh season, go figure. And rachel was pregnant for a little over a year, someone tell me how that works, lol…so basically, if the writers for the show can't get it right, I ain't gonna make that attempt :D ) from this guy at work for the game tonight," Ross turned to Joey, "Wanna come?"

"Yeah," Joey said, spitting cereal all over the table, "Sorry," he smiled, waiting for Monica to yell at him to clean it up, but she didn't say anything. "Oh, and Chandler said he had some early meeting at work or something this morning."

Monica froze; he was avoiding her.

"You sure you're okay?" Rachel asked Monica quietly.

"Good, great, wonderful," Monica forced a smile.

Rachel just gave her a doubtful look, but didn't push it, deciding that Monica would probably talk to her about what was bugging her eventually. "Well, I gotta get to work."

"Me, too," Ross stood up, and Joey and Phoebe followed, saying good-bye to Monica as they walked out the door, leaving her alone. And that was just fine with her because that was exactly how she felt.

Alone.

~*~

Monica hesitated before knocking on Dan's door. She'd decided that it was probably best to end things with him; staying together would be way too complicated. It had taken her almost a week to work up the guts to tell him, but tonight she was going to. Of course first, she had to work up the guts to knock…

"Hey," Dan grinned as he opened the door, looking like he'd just woken up, "I wasn't expecting you."

"Oh, um, sorry, I can leave," Monica turned to go.

"No, stay, it's a good surprise," he assured her, and Monica almost laughed, if only he knew. He definitely wouldn't think it was a good surprise for very long.

"Okay," Monica said slowly as she walked in. "Look, Dan…We need to talk."

Dan froze, his grin slowly disappearing, "By that you mean you need to talk, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Monica smiled slightly, sitting down on his couch. "See, the thing is," Monica paused, taking a deep breath. For some reason, this was almost as hard as it had been to tell Chandler. "I'm pregnant."

Dan silently sank down on the couch. "Wow, um, normally this would be the place where I ask if it's mine, but as a med-student, I'm pretty sure that's biologically impossible," he smiled at her, so she smiled back. "Chandler?"

"What?"

"Is it Chandler's?"

"What? I mean, how would you know that?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Well, yeah."

"The way he was acting at the hospital…like an ex-boyfriend who wasn't over you. And then our first date, the look on his face…"

"Oh, god, was it that obvious? I felt like I was stomping on his heart, but I didn't know anyone else even noticed."

"So, does he know?" he asked after a moment of silence, and Monica nodded. "What's going to happen? I mean, if you don't mind my asking."

"No, I don't mind you asking…actually, I've needed to talk to someone else about this, but he's the only other person that knows and he's been avoiding me since he found out," she sighed. "I mean, I'm still hoping he'll come around, but I'm starting to lose faith in him. And I want to trust that he will, he's been one of my best friends for almost ten years, but we were only together together for a couple of weeks. We were supposed to just be a fling…" she trailed off. "And I want to trust him, but…I'm still not sure he'll come around."

"He'd have to be crazy not to," Dan grinned at her.

"I'm breaking up with you, you're not supposed to compliment me," Monica smiled back.

"Sorry."

"I guess I can let it slide this time," she smiled, not sure what to say next.

"So…this is it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Monica sighed. "Well, I should probably go."

"Yeah, probably," he agreed as she stood up. "Monica?" he said and she turned around. "The past few weeks were…"

"Yeah," Monica smiled slightly at him, "I'll see-ya."

"Bye," he said quietly as she walked out the door.

Monica sighed as she closed the door. That had been so much easier than she had expected it to be. It was actually probably the easiest break-up she'd ever had.

But what was waiting for her back at home was far from easy. It was complicated. Extremely complicated. Chandler had been avoiding her for almost a week, ever since he found out she was pregnant. And with everyday that passed, she lost even more faith in him.

~*~

Chandler slowly opened the door to Monica and Rachel's apartment, not believing what he was about to do.

Rachel had asked him if he knew what was wrong with Monica. She'd said that she knew that she broke up with Dan, but since that had only lasted a few weeks she didn't see it as a reason to be that upset over it.

And of course, Chandler knew what was really wrong. He'd purposely been avoiding Monica since he'd found out that she was pregnant. He was too freaked out to even think about it, let alone actually talk to her about it and give her a decision.

But here he was, about to do just that.

Chandler walked in and stopped, seeing Monica asleep on the couch. He stood there for awhile just watching her sleep. He missed that, watching her sleep. Crouching down next to the couch, he placed one hand on her stomach and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. When he pulled back, Monica was looking back into his eyes.

"Where the hell have you been for the past week?" she glared at him.

"Rachel said you're not eating," Chandler completely ignored her question.

"And how is that any of your business?"

"It's not good for the baby."

"Since when do you care?" Monica asked, still mad at him.

"Look, Mon, I know I've screwed up so far, but you have to expect that from me. I wanna be there for you. And I will be," he paused, "I swear, I will be, Mon. I want to be there for you…a-and for the baby."

Monica looked back at him. She slowly lowered her vision to where his hand was resting on her stomach. "I have a doctor's appointment Thursday at 2."

"I'll be there," he said without any hesitation.

"Okay," Monica smiled at him, placing her hand over his. Chandler smiled back, slowly leaning in to kiss her forehead again.

"Wanna go get something for dinner?" he asked after he'd pulled back.

"Sure."

"Okay, great," Chandler grinned, holding his hand out to help her up, and Monica couldn't help but smile back.

He was really going to be there, and just like that, he'd restored all of her faith in him.

To

Be

Continued…

Don't think it's gonna be that easy, what fun would that be, hehe. Hey, that all rhymed, lol. But please review and tell me if you want me to keep going… : )