Simply Complicated~part 7

What Makes You So Sure

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for all of the reviews and happy birthday wishes : ) You people are the best!!! And know what? It's snowing. Actually, it's sleeting, but it snowed for the past two days. Sigh. It's only October, it's not supposed to snow yet. Hmpf. So we're reading The Crucible in English class and I was reading Proctor's part and I was supposed to say, "God damns liars." Well, um, it didn't quite come out right and I got frustrated and it eventually came out "God damn liars!!!" My class found it quite amusing…and actually, my teacher did, too. Um, there wasn't really a point in telling you that…just thought I'd share my life with you : ) awww, doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? I know it does...come on, admit it : ) Ha, told you ; )

"Karli."

"Miranda."

"Grace."

"Elizabeth."

"Anna."

"Jessica."

"Bayley."

"Bayley Bing?" Chandler looked at her.

"And who says it's gonna be Bing?" Monica replied.

"Well…why not?"

"Do you have to do anything? I don't think so."

"Well if it weren't for me you wouldn't be having the baby, so…"

"Thanks, I'll remember that you said that and not me when I'm in labor," she paused. "And it's gonna be Gellar."

"Or Bing."

"Gellar."

"Bing."

"Gellar."

"Bing."

"Gellar-Bing?"

"Why not Bing-Gellar?"

"Because the other way sounds better."

"But the other way would be alphabetical so it wouldn't be like we were putting either name first for a reason."

"Wow, you've really convinced me," Monica paused, "that you're a good bullshitter."

"Hey, I try," he shrugged. "So Bing-Gellar?"

"Do you want your name second or not at all?"

"And why do you get to decide?"

"Because…" Monica trailed off. "Because," she repeated firmly.

Chandler sighed, "Let's think about last names later. Back to first names."

"Okay, so what about for a boy?"

"Ashton."

"Michael."

"Joshua."

"Blake."

"And once again I bring up the Blake Bing factor."

"And once again I say don't be so sure," she paused. "And why not have the first and last name start with the same letter?"

"It can start with the same letter it just sounds weird because it's the same number of syllables," he paused, "And nothing really goes with Bing."

"So make it Gellar and all of our problems will be solved," Monica grinned.

Chandler sighed. "How about Ryan?"

"Why would the last name be Ryan?"

Chandler laughed, "No, first name."

"Um, I knew that," Monica laughed, embarrassed. "Actually, I like Ryan."

"So, Ryan if it's a boy?"

"Yep," Monica smiled.

"That was way too easy."

"Yeah it was. But I'm still sticking to my theory that it's gonna be a girl even if Phoebe said it's gonna be a boy."

"So, girls' names…"

~*~

"He shoots and," Chandler paused, throwing the waded up paper across the room into the garbage can, but missing completely, "and he misses." He paused, crumpling up another piece of paper off of his desk. "He goes for the rebound shot, and-" he was cut off by his secretary buzzing him on the intercom.

"Mr. Bing?"

"Yep?"

"Monica's here, want me to send her in?"

"Yeah, go ahead," he said, shooting his last piece of paper, making it into the trashcan just as Monica walked in.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks," he grinned, but then started panicking, wondering why she was there in the middle of the day. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Why aren't you at work?" he ran all the questions together in one sentence.

"Um, nothing, I'm fine, the baby's fine, and it's Wednesday."

"And you don't work on Wednesdays," he paused. "So why are you here?"

"Come here," Monica motioned to him, so he stood up, walking over to her. She took his hand, placing it on her stomach.

"Whoa, can you feel that?" Chandler said, and Monica just looked at him. "Right, stupid question," he smiled. "So how long's that been going on?"

"Since this morning right after everyone left," she grinned at him. "I was going to wait and just tell you tonight, but I got excited, and today's my day off, so I had nothing to do, so," she shrugged. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," he returned her smile. "I mean, as you can tell I've had a very productive day," he motioned to the balls of wadded up paper scattered in the floor surrounding the trashcan.

"Right," she laughed. "Hey, you did improve, you made that last shot. That's some-what productive."

"Very true," Chandler laughed.

"Well, I'd better go and let you get back to your, um, work."

"Yeah, probably."

"See ya later, then."

"Bye, Mon," he said, grinning as the baby kicked again with his hand on her stomach. "And bye to you, too."

"Bye," Monica smiled back, turning to leave. "Oh, do you have a piece of paper?"

"Yeah, sure," he handed her a sheet of paper off of his desk, "Why?"

Monica crumpled the paper up, shooting it into the thrash can, making it in on her first attempt.

"Show of," Chandler mumbled.

"Bye," Monica laughed, walking away

"Bye, Mon."

"You do know that you're aiming for that black cylinder with the trash inside of it and not the floor in front of it, right?"

"Bye, Mon," Chandler repeated.

"Just checkin'."

"Bye, Mo-"

"I know, bye Mon, I'm leaving," Monica grinned at him before walking out the door.

Chandler sighed with content, sinking down into his chair as he grabbed another piece of paper, crumpling it up and shooting, once again missing.

"Damn paper balls," he mumbled, turning to his computer in defeat, but then smiling to himself. He might have the worst aim in the world, but at the moment, his life was better than it ever had been before.

To

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Yeah, I know that didn't have much plot, just kinda a space filler. And it was kinda short, but I'm really tired and I wanna go to bed, so sorry 'bout that. But please review, you people are my reason for living. Well, maybe not living, maybe more like writing…eh, same difference : )