TOW All The Interruptions

       Hi again, I'm back for part 2 of my fic. Thanks for all the good reviews. I was shocked. You people are so nice! Plus, the fact that you all like Friends, just makes you better. No one at my school watches it. Like yesterday, my Chemistry teacher asked who had watched Survivor, and about ¾ of my class raised their hands. The rest of them probably never watch TV anyways. How could you watch Friends and not Survivor? I just don't understand. Ok so here's part 2, I hope you like it!

What You Should Know: Everything that I said in the first chapter still holds.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The people of NBC and the creators own them. I am merely borrowing them for my story.

"Uhh…" Phoebe began nervously, "Hey Mon, what's up?"

"Phoebe, I can't believe you told them!" Monica yelled angrily.

"I'm so sorry, it's just…well I couldn't keep it a secret. I'm so sorry. I mean, usually Rachel's the one who can't keep secrets, not me."

"Hey, I can keep secrets!" Rachel defended.

"Please, let's not get on this topic AGAIN!" Monica demanded.

Rachel stopped talking and went to get more coffee, obviously feeling offended by the looks she gave them.

"Ok, Mon, I'm so sorry, I really am. It's just so big and really, really great. I couldn't keep it in."

Monica looked at her for a minute, "Ok, well I'm letting you off the hook, but don't tell anyone else! Especially not Chandler. That goes for the rest of you, too." She said, as she pointed her finger sternly.

"We would never…" Rachel stopped off Monica's look, "We won't tell."

"Yeah, promise," Joey agreed, then asked, "Aren't you going to tell Chandler?"

Monica hesitated for a moment and answered quietly, "Well…yeah. It's just been so hard, since he's been in Tulsa and all." Monica's angry demeanor had suddenly changed to sadness after that statement. 

"Aww, Mon, It'll be okay." Consoled Rachel.

"Yeah, totally." Phoebe agreed, "I mean, you two are married, and you've been trying for a baby."

"That's the thing! We were trying for a baby. But we decided to stop trying until Chandler could move back to New York permanently. He didn't want to be a part time father, and I don't want him to be, either."

The rest of them agreed, as Rachel rubbed her back soothingly.

Monica continued, "I mean, it's so hard to be pregnant without a husband around to help out. Plus it seems like it would be unfulfilling, ya know, to not have the baby's father there."

"Yeah, I know," Rachel said under her breath.

"So do I!" Phoebe added bitterly.

"Oh right," Monica looked away sheepishly, "Sorry."

"Hun, it'll be okay." Rachel concluded, "after all, we'll all be here for you, when Chandler can't, that is."

"Yeah Mon, and since I'm across the hall, I'll be there whenever you need me." Joey added.

"Thanks you guys, that's so sweet," Monica said holding back tears.

"Hunny…" Rachel went over to hug Monica, and Phoebe and Joey soon joined them.

"I'm so happy!" said Rachel happily as she held a sleeping Emma in her arms.

"Me too!" added Phoebe.

"So am I, but Mon?" Joey ventured carefully, "Can you name the baby Joey? I mean I will be helping out and all…"

"NO!" Monica yelled and a frightened Joey ran hastily out of the coffee house.

"So…" Rachel looked Monica straight in the eyes, "When are you going to tell Chandler?"

"Well, I was thinking that I would tell him tomorrow when he comes home from Tulsa. I'm going to make him a nice, romantic dinner, and then, break the news to him. I even have a speech planned out."

Phoebe and Rachel were smiling, "That sounds so sweet. I wish I could've been able to do that!" Rachel whined.

"Me too!" Phoebe added.

"Sorry, but you'll get the chance soon enough." Monica consoled, then she got a frightened look on her face, "What if he doesn't want the baby? What if he makes me get rid of it? What if…"

"Mon, Calm down, just calm down!" Phoebe yelled.

"Yeah, Mon, Chandler would never make you get rid of you baby! You know he wouldn't." Monica looked away, guilty.

"Plus," Phoebe added, "Even though your baby's not planned, I'm sure he'll be thrilled. He really wants to be a father."

"Yeah, you guys are right. What was I so nervous about?"

"It's hormones," Phoebe stated and Rachel nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Ok, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go. I'll see you all later. Thanks for your help."

Monica exited the coffee house, and both Rachel and Phoebe were still smiling.

"She's so lucky. She's the only one of us who got married and is gonna have a baby with the father as the husband, too."

"Speak for yourself," Phoebe replied boldly.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked confused, "You married a gay ice skater and had your brothers babies. That's how you wanted it to happen?"

Phoebe, now unsure of herself, "Uh-huh, that is correct," She got up abruptly, "I have to go now." Phoebe shuffled quickly out of Central Perk, half out of self-pity and half out of embarrassment. Rachel just sat back, shook her head, and continued drinking her coffee.

The next day, Monica and Rachel were sitting in Monica and Chandler's apartment. "So, he's gonna be home soon," Rachel reminded Monica excitedly, "His flight should've come in by now!"

Agitated at her friend's consistent reminder, "I know Rach. And I knew it 10 minutes ago, too!"

Looking away, ashamed, "I'm sorry. I'm just so excited."

A huge grin formed on Monica's face, "Me too!" She replied ecstatically. 

       A half and hour passed, and Chandler entered the apartment. Rachel was sitting alone at the kitchen table.

"Hi Rachel," he greeted her as he entered, "Where's Mon?"

"She's in her room." Rachel smiled, "I'll leave you two alone."

Rachel exited the apartment, and Chandler called out, "Where's my wonderful wife?"

"Hey sweetie," she greeted as she exited their room. They shared a passionate kiss, and after the kiss, Chandler held Monica.

"I missed you so much," he said lovingly as he held her tightly in his arms. 

"I missed you so much, too" Monica said woefully, "I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me too," he replied sadly, "me too."

"Okay!" Monica said, with false happiness, "Let's not dwell on this now. I have dinner waiting for you."

A smile formed on Chandler's lips and he kissed her forehead. "Thanks babe."

She smiled back up at him, "No prob, hubby."

       After recalling the events of their week apart and finishing their meal, Monica and Chandler made their way to the sofa. Monica decided that it was the perfect time to tell Chandler her news. "So Chandler," she began nervously, "I have something to tell…"

Suddenly, his cell phone began to ring, and she could not finish her sentence. "Crap! Hold on a sec. Mon," he said as he grabbed his cell phone, "Hello? John, I'm at home in New York with my wife, can't this wait?" He paused and listened to the person on the other side of the phone. "Ok, I'll get right on it." He turned to Monica, "I'm so sorry sweetie, but I really have to do some work, it's important, I…"

Monica cut him off, "It's ok, I understand."

Chandler gave Monica a sad smile and kissed her cheek, "I love you."

"I know," she answered unhappily, as Chandler took out his laptop and continued talking on the phone.

       The next morning, Rachel and Phoebe entered Monica and Chandler's apartment together. Monica was sitting at the table with her head down.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Rachel questioned.

"Considering the fact that she looks dead tired with her head down on the table," Phoebe concluded, "and the fact that Chandler's still asleep, I'm guessing it went well."

"Well, your wrong!"

"What happened?" Rachel questioned.

"Well, I was about to tell him, but then some guy from his work called him, and he spent the rest of the night and early morning up working." She recalled sadly.

"Well, you still have time." Phoebe declared.

"Yeah!" Monica perked up slightly, "He doesn't leave until Sunday. That gives me like two and a half days!"

"Well actually," Rachel began, "Doesn't he spend one of those days with Joey?"

"Right," Monica began to lose her enthusiasm again.

"That still gives you like a day and a half."

"Yeah…ok."

"Ok, hun, go get some sleep. Have you been up all night worrying?"

"Yeah." Monica replied softly.

"It'll be ok." Phoebe comforted, as she and Rachel turned to go. Monica sat down on the sofa, and fell fast asleep.

       "Ok so, Chandler," Monica began the next night, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Yeah?" Chandler asked, looked at her with the concern clearly written on his face.

"Well, umm…so last week I hadn't been feeling so…"

Again, Monica was interrupted. This time, it was Joey who barged through their door. "Man, you gotta help me!" Joey demanded.

"Joey!" Monica yelled back at him.

"What, I need Chandler more than you do right now, let me borrow him!" He said as he pulled Chandler by the arm out of his apartment.

"Woah, woah," Chandler started, "What do you need me for?"

Joey answered urgently, "Girl problems!"

Chandler snickered, "You have girl problems?"

"Not those kind of problems," Joey explained, "See, she's smart and keeps saying words that I don't know."

Chandler looked at him like her was crazy, "So get a dictionary, I'm spending time with Monica. We've barely had an hour alone together!"

"Yeah, ok, no time for sob stories, you have to tell me man, she asked me if I could show her where the loo is. And so I told I didn't know and I'd be right back!"  

"Chandler laughed, "Is she British?"

"I dunno, she might be. She kind of sounds different then most girls I've dated."

Chandler gave him a look, "Well does she have an accent?"

Exasperated Joey answered, "I don't know, I don't listen long enough."

"Yeah, ok…"

"Do you think she is?"

"She could be." He continued, "and it means bathroom."

"Oh, well couldn't she have just said that?"

Chandler ignored his comment. "I can't believe you don't know if she's British."

"Well, she could Chinese for all I know. Wait out here, in case I need you again."

"Ok, but Joe…"

"Yeah?"

"Don't come out here naked."

"You got it!"

       The weekend came and went, and it was time for Chandler to go back to Tulsa. Monica attempted, for one last time, to tell Chandler her news.

"Ok, Chandler, before you leave…" she started, as he collected some scattered items into a small bag, "I really need to talk to you."

"Ok Mon, but make it quick, my flight's in 2 hours. And you know how the airports are today…"

"Oh, wow, only two hours? But you should be there by now!" She paused, "But that's ok, because we should talk."

"Ok…?"

"Well, as I told you, I wasn't feeling very well and I went to the doctor."

"Are you ok?" Chandler asked worried, "You're not dying are you?!"

"Oh my God! Why does everyone ask that?! No, I'm not dying."

"Ok," Chandler stated relieved, "Phew, for a minute there I thought…"

"Well, don't." Monica said firmly, "Anyway, I went to the doctor and I found out why I hadn't been feeling well, and it's not bad news, don't worry," she said as she saw him fidgeting nervously.

"No, I know it's just…I really have to go, so could you speed it up?"

Monica stared at him for a moment, holding back her tears. "Ya know what? I'll tell you later. This isn't something that should be rushed."

"No, tell me now, I don't want to live with anticipation!" Chandler whined.

Just then, Rachel and Ross walked in. 'Hey Mon," Ross started, "Can you watch Emma for a bit?" He saw Chandler still there, "Hey Chandler, your still here?"

"No, actually, I'm in Tulsa," Chandler quipped, and Ross gave him a stare.

"Yeah, well he's leaving now," Monica said bitterly.

"Ok well, what do you say Mon?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah sure," she answered distractedly.

"Sorry, Mon, but I have to go now. I guess I'll just live in anticipation for a few days." Chandler stated.

"Yeah," Monica agreed sadly, "I guess you will."

Chandler went over and hugged Monica. He said into her hair, "I'm sorry we didn't get to spend much time together."

Monica nodded on his shoulder, not able to speak in fear of crying. He continued, "I'll see you soon babe, bye." He kissed her passionately, and then headed for the door.

"Oh and Chandler," Ross began, "Remember not to be late on Thursday. We're going to my parents for Thanksgiving."

"We are?" he asked, "Since when?"

"Since yesterday," Ross stated.

"Ok, bye," Chandler stated as he walked out the door. When in the hall he mumbled, "Uch…their parents…" he then said sarcastically, "I'm sure my Thanksgiving will be great this year."

Ok well there's Chapter 2! Please Read and Review. Wow, I'm so proud that I've made it this far. Sit tight, chapter 3 should be up shortly. I hope that the British thing doesn't upset anyone. I didn't mean anything bad by it. I think English accents are the coolest! If I were English, wow I'd talk all the time.