Simply Complicated~part 10

Faith

Wow, my first fic with chapters that go into double digits…wow. LOL, that's such a great word. Wow. It can describe virtually anything. I mean, someone says something really stupid…wow. Some really hot guy walks by…wow. Someone doesn't understand the fable you're reading in French so your teacher has to draw pictures to illustrate it for her…wow. See? A very versatile word. And it's so simple…wow. Oh, and useless fact of the day…did you know that there's actually some chemical in turkey that makes you sleepy? And did you know that my geography teacher somehow connected that fact and the kid in my best friend's English class who looks just like Luke Perry into a single sentence? Wow…lol, last time I say that, sorry ;)

Chandler sighed, not even attempting to listen to Doug or pay any attention to what was being said in the meeting. He felt guilty about the night before, and he hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Monica that morning because he had an early meeting…which was why he really should be paying attention.

"Um, sorry to interrupt," Chandler looked up as his secretary walked in, "but Chandler, Monica's in labor."

"What? N-now?" Chandler jumped up out of his chair.

"Yeah, they're on the way to the hospital."

Chandler headed toward the door before remembering that he was in the middle of something and turned to face Doug.

"Go ahead," he smiled at him, so Chandler turned back around. "And Bing?"

"Yeah?" he turned back to face him.

"Congrat's, kid," he smiled.

"Thank you, sir," Chandler returned the smile before running out the door.

~*~

"Where's Chandler?" Monica whined, looking up at Rachel.

"He's on his way, honey," she reassured her by stroking her hair.

"But we had a fight last night. What if he's still mad and doesn't come?"

"Mon, he wouldn't not come for the world. Whatever you had a fight about is probably completely forgotten."

"But he didn't even come over this morning."

"Well his secretary said that he was in a meeting when I called, so he probably just left early for that."

"But what if-" Monica was cut off when another contraction hit, so she grabbed onto Rachel's hand. "I want Chandler."

"I know, honey, he's on his way," Rachel said just as Chandler came through the door. "Told you," she smiled at her before getting up and walking toward the door.

"Hey," Chandler smiled, kissing Monica on the forehead.

"I thought you weren't gonna come."

"Why wouldn't I come?"

"Last night…we had a fight."

Chandler laughed, taking her hand. "Mon, it was just a stupid fight, we've had a million fights. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Monica smiled, squeezing his hand as the doctor walked in to check on her.

"So, um, how much longer is it going to be?" Chandler asked.

"It could be an hour, it could be 12," he explained, "but she's progressing nicely. She's dilated about six centimeters, would you like to see?"

"Not unless you want me unconscious," Chandler made a face, causing the doctor to laugh.

"Okay, well, I'll be back again in a little while," he smiled before leaving.

"So how long has it been so far?" Chandler asked, realizing that he didn't know that.

"Um, since last night."

"Since last night?!"

"Yeah, I just thought that it was something I ate, but then my water broke this morning, so…"

Chandler nodded as Monica squeezed his hand hard. He looked down at her, gently rubbing her back as she had another contraction.

~*~

"This is it, Monica," the doctor said, "Are you ready to start pushing next time?"

"No…No, make it stop, Chandler," she grabbed onto his arm.

"I'm sorry, babe, I can't."

"Well I want the drugs now."

"It's too late."

"Damnit, why do they always tell you to say no to drugs when you're a kid? Always say yes to drugs, they should teach that! They-" (that's Ben-worthy, lol…Ben knows what I mean…nevermind to the rest of the world…) she stopped suddenly, squeezing onto Chandler's forearm.

"Ahh, squeeze my hand, not my arm."

"I'm sorry, I seem to remember you saying that I wouldn't be having a baby if not for you, so I have to endure pain, you have to endure pain."

"Okay, Monica, you need to push."

Chandler rubbed her back, letting her continue to squeeze onto his arm until she leaned back into the bed.

"I can't, I can't do it anymore," she shook her head.

"I can see the head, just one more big push."

"But I can't," she shook her head.

"Yes, you can, Mon, you-"

"What the hell do either of you know, you're both men, men know nothing of a pain like this," Monica said before leaning forward.

"Okay, on the count of three, Monica. One, two, three…"

Monica pushed, squeezing Chandler's hand until he seriously thought it would break, but just as it got to the point of crushing bone, they heard crying.

"Congratulations, Mom and Dad, it's a girl."

Monica leaned back, breathing heavily.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Chandler whispered into her ear before kissing her forehead.

Monica smiled back, "Yeah, I know."

Chandler laughed, walking over and taking the baby as the doctor handed her to him. He looked down at her in amazement, walking back over to Monica and handing her the baby. She wordlessly took her, the same look of awe on her face.

Chandler finally leaned down, kissing Monica on the lips passionately, not able to help himself. When he pulled back, he leaned down, kissing the baby on the top of her head.

"Let the record show that Phoebe was right about one thing," Chandler finally said softly after they'd been left alone with her, still looking down at the baby in Monica's arms.

"What?" Monica just looked at him.

"You and me do make a beautiful baby together," he looked up, smiling at her.

"Yeah, we do," Monica smiled back. "So did we ever agree on a name?"

"I liked Melia," Chandler suggested. (okay-people tend to pronounce this wrong…it's muh-*lee*-uh…)

"Melia," she looked down at her, "That fits."

"Can I?" Chandler asked, so she handed him the baby. They sat in silence for a few minutes, both staring down at their daughter.

"Do you ever have doubts?" Monica finally asked.

"About what?"

"About if this is all going to work out?"

Chandler looked down at the baby in his arms, letting her attempt to grab onto his finger with her tiny hands. He smiled, looking back up at Monica. "No. I mean, I just figure my life's been shitty up to this point in time, this has to be the thing that goes right. I mean, God owes me."

"But how can you be so sure that this is that thing?"

Chandler looked down at his daughter, still amazed that that was her title to him. "Ah, it's called faith."

"Huh, faith," Monica repeated. "I like that."

"What?"

"Melia Faith."

"Melia Faith Gellar."

"Melia Faith Bing," Monica looked up at him.

"Really?" he grinned, and Monica just nodded. Chandler handed her back to Monica, kissing the baby on the forehead before kissing Monica again.

"Sorry," he said, slightly embarrassed that the kiss had lasted longer than he'd intended it to.

"Hey, I kissed back," Monica smiled at him.

"And that's the other reason I know it's all going to work out," he smiled back, causing Monica's smile to get even bigger.

"If you don't stop there people are going to accuse you of being a softy."

"Our secret," he whispered, gently brushing his lips against hers as the door opened.

"Can we come in?" Ross asked, and Monica nodded, motioning for them to come in.

"Oh my god, you guys, she's beautiful," Phoebe said as they all gathered around her bed.

"Everyone," Monica started, "we'd like to introduce you all to Melia Faith Bing," she smiled.

"Can I?" Ross asked, so Monica handed her to him.

Monica leaned back against Chandler, who was sitting on the edge of her bed. She looked at the others who were all ooh-ing and awww-ing over the baby before looking up at Chandler, smiling when she realized that he was looking at her, too. "Your secret's safe with me, Bing."

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I'll post the next part as soon as I get inspiration to type it up ::cough::reviews::cough : )