Simply Complicated~part 9

Yeah, Perfect

*I* thought that ending the last one where I did made sense…ya know, they had a fight, they made up…I was being nice and not leaving it as a cliffhanger. But I guess some of you people disagree, sorry : ) But thanks for the reviews anyway. This part skips ahead quite a bit cuz, well, cuz I feel like having it skip ahead a bit and I'm the one writing it. I actually have the whole rest of this fic written (4 more parts and an epilogue), and by written I mean pen and paper, so whenever I get the rest posted depends on when I have time if my stupid little brother isn't on the computer cuz my computer monitor has issues. Hey, who knew that if a monitor fell off of a desk it would no longer work?

"No, not there, over there," Monica sighed, and Chandler and Joey moved the crib to the spot that she had pointed to. "Actually, move it back to where it was," she changed her mind. The two guys just looked at each other, but did as they were told. "Perfect," she smiled, looking around the finished nursery that had formerly been Rachel's room. Rachel had offered to move out and move in with Phoebe to give them another room and some privacy.

"Can I go now?" Joey whined, "I have a date in like half an hour."

"Yep, thanks, Joe," Monica smiled at him.

"No problem," he returned the smile, quickly leaving before she could make him move anything else. Every single piece of furniture in the room had been moved and removed (um, as in moved again, not as in taken away…) what seemed like a million times, and he wasn't about to stay so that she could make it a million and one.

Monica made her way over to the rocking chair and slowly lowered herself down into it, resting her hand on her now very swollen abdomen. Chandler followed her with his eyes before looking around the room. They had painted it yellow because they'd decided not to find out the sex of the baby and yellow could go either way, and there were stuffed animals and some clothes from the baby shower that Phoebe and Rachel had thrown her a few days earlier. As he looked back to Monica, he realized that she had been watching him. She smiled when he met her eye, and all Chandler could think was that her word to describe it was the only word that fit.

Perfect.

~*~

"So you're just gonna sleep on my couch," Monica looked at Chandler who nodded before setting his pillow down.

"Yeah. I mean, what if you go into labor in the middle of the night or something else happens and you're all alone?"

"Then you're just right across the hall."

"Yeah, but still."

"Fine," Monica paused. "So you're just going to stay here until the baby's born?"

Chandler paused for a minute before answering, trying to think of how to tell her what he'd been thinking about. "Well, um, I was thinking, and…If I'm not here, I'm gonna miss out on so much, even if I'm just right across the hall. I mean, it sounds stupid, but…I don't want to miss out on like the 3 AM feedings and stuff. And I don't want you to have to do it alone."

"So why didn't you say anything before? You could've just moved into Rachel's room and we could've put the baby in my room."

"Why your room?"

"Why not?"

"Because then you're closer."

"Well right now you're gonna be on the couch. You'll be closer."

"Are you mocking me?" Chandler crossed his arms.

"No, I am so not mocking you," Monica said before sighing. "Look, after the first month or so, why don't we just do like a few days here, a few days with you."

"Because I don't want that and I don't want to do that to a kid."

"So, what Chandler, are you just going to spend the next 18 years living on my couch?"

"Well, no, I just planned on sleeping there."

"Chandler."

"Yeah, Mon, you're right. You caught me. My intent is to spend the next 18 years on your couch," he deadpanned.

"So did you ever plan on telling me all this, or…"

"I don't know, I just kinda assumed…"

"So you weren't ever going to tell me?"

"No, I just figured that you'd figure it out when I stopped going home."

"Well, aren't you especially funny tonight. I can be funny, too. What if I don't want you to stay here," she challenged, crossing her arms across her chest.

Chandler just looked at her for a second before looking down, shaking his head. "Fine, be alone," he grabbed his pillow and blanket before walking out the door.

To

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Continued…

Yeah, sorry that was incredibly short…but please review, thanks : )