Simply Complicated~part 5

It All Makes Perfect Sense

Have you ever wondered who Frank was? Like if there was actually a person who was, quote-unquote, frank, so they decided to call it being frank? Cuz today my English teacher said "to be frank…" so I started thinking about that…yeah, I obviously pay attention in my classes, lol. Hey, I'm a writer, my mind wanders, I actually write more during the school year cuz I have all day to sit and think up things to write. So back to being frank…does anyone know the actual answer to that? Hmmm…just something to ponder. Ponder. Hm. That's a funny word. And that's something else to ponder, lol. So newayz…Oh, and you'll notice that each chapter of this skips ahead a little or else this fic would go on forever. So this would be about month or so after the last one. Okay…

Monica looked at her watch. He was late. Very late. They were even running behind schedule, and he still wasn't there. She'd told him Tuesday at 3, and he'd said that he'd be there. And he wasn't. He'd sworn that he would be. And he wasn't.

She'd known that this was going to happen. After the past month, she'd come to think that maybe it wasn't, but now she wasn't so sure.

"Monica."

Monica stood up when her name was called, looking over to the door hoping that maybe he'd come at the last second. But as she followed the nurse back, her heart dropped at the realization that he'd really forgotten.

~*~

"Shit," Chandler said under his breath, looking at his watch as the elevator doors opened. He practically ran into the waiting room and over to the receptionist's desk. "Is Monica Gellar still here?"

"No, I'm sorry, she just left," she smiled at him, recognizing the look of panic on his face.

"Damn it," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

A meeting at work had run later that it was supposed to so he hadn't been able to leave when he wanted to. And then traffic was…well, traffic was New York traffic, so now he'd ended up being really late.

"She'll forgive you," the receptionist smiled at him.

"Huh?" Chandler snapped out of it.

"Don't worry too much, she'll forgive you," she repeated. "Not that you'll want to make a habit of it."

"Right," Chandler forced a smile back, not believing her. "Thanks anyway," he added before walking out the door.

Chandler pressed the down arrow on the elevator and just sighed, having a feeling that he'd really screwed up this time.

~*~

Chandler slowly opened the door to Monica's apartment, not really wanting to have to face her, but knowing that he needed to.

"Monica?"

When no one answered, he walked over to her bedroom door about to knock, but stopping when he saw her. The door was partly opened, and he could see her through the crack. She was standing sideways next to the mirror, looking at her reflection. Chandler leaned against the doorframe, watching as she pulled her shirt tighter, trying to see if it was obvious that she was pregnant. She slowly lifted up her shirt, placing her hand on the bump that had started to show.

Chandler watched, feeling slightly guilty that he hadn't noticed before that she had started showing. Granted, she hadn't been wearing clothes that would really show it, but he still felt that he should've realized it already.

Chandler stepped back, deciding to knock since she might be embarrassed if she knew that he'd been watching.

"Mon," he said softly, knocking on her door.

"Look, I really don't feel like talking to you right now, Chandler," Monica walked over to the door, opening it.

"Mon," he started anyway as she walked out of her room.

"You weren't there," Monica interrupted him, stopping and turning to face him. "You said you'd be there and you weren't."

"Look, Mon-"

"And don't make excuses, Chandler," Monica turned back around, walking toward the kitchen.

"Monica-"

"Either be there when you say you're going to be or don't tell me that you will be!" Monica turned once again to face him, "I'm perfectly capable of doing this by myself, I don't need you," she looked him in the eye.

"Mon, I'm sorry, I just-" he took a step toward her, but she cut him off yet again.

"Don't be sorry! Just either be there or don't, but don't lie to me!"

"Moni-"

"You have doubts about this? You have second thoughts? You really don't want to do this? Fine, just don't lie to me about it. Be there or don't. It's a simple decision, Chandler."

Chandler just looked back at her. If she wasn't going to let him speak or even listen to his side of it, that was fine with him. "Ya know what? Fine," he finally yelled back.

"Fine."

"See you later then," Chandler said angrily, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Monica sighed, collapsing onto the couch in tears.

"Mon?" Rachel said quietly as she walked in. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, seeing her crying.

"He forgot. He could've said that he didn't want to go, but he just didn't show up," Monica sat up, wiping her eyes.

"Oh, Mon…"

"I just…I don't know if he's really serious about this," she paused. "I just…I guess I'm scared he's gonna freak out and leave or something…"

"Mon, he won't," Rachel reassured her, "trust me, he won't."

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's Chandler, Mon. He loves you."

"What? Since when?" Monica's eyes went wide as Rachel realized how she'd probably interpret that.

"No, not he's in love with you," Rachel quickly corrected herself. "He loves you. If you can't see that you must be blind," she handed her a box of tissues.

"Thanks," Monica said, wiping her eyes.

"Just give him a chance, Mon," she smiled at her.

"I don't…I just…I mean," Monica trailed off, trying not to cry. "Hormones or something," she laughed, and Rachel laughed, too.

"You gonna be okay?" Rachel asked and Monica nodded. "Okay, then," she smiled at her once more before standing up and going to her room.

~*~

Chandler sighed after he slammed the door shut. She still doubted him. And it hurt that she still had that little faith in him. He'd done nothing but be there for her, he'd just screwed up once, and yet she still doubted him.

Running his hand through his hair, Chandler sighed again. It was going to be an incredibly long six months. And at that thought, he realized how much he'd giver for a cigarette at the moment.

He started toward the stairs, mumbling hi to Rachel as she walked by. He went down the street to the convenience store on the corner, and just as he was heading to the checkout, something caught his eye. Chandler grinned, getting the perfect idea for how to show Monica that he was serious.

~*~

Monica woke up, blinking a few times as she sat up on the couch. She looked at a bag on the table, realizing that it hadn't been there before, so she picked it up. There was a note attached, so she unfolded it, but all it said was "Mon, Love, Chandler." Monica wrinkled her forehead, not really understanding, but as soon as she took out the content of the bag, it all made perfect sense.

She pulled a baby bib out of the bag, wanting to cry when she saw what it said:

My Daddy Loves Me

To

Be

Continued…

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