Hi again, I'm back to working on this series now. At the moment I should be doing my hw, but I kinda gave up when I realized I had no idea how to do my math homework. They shouldn't have let me into honors, ill tell ya that. Actually, it's not my fault. (of course I'd say that…) My teacher gives terrible notes. I mean, the stuff is easy…functions and domains, etc. (for any of u people who take/have taken Algebra II), I just don't know how to do it. I'm also really tired, so if I start making absolutely no sense, you'll know why. I hate how towards the end of the week you get more tired, and seem to have more tests. Does that happen to anyone else? Enough of my rambling; am I the only one who does that? Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

What You Should Know: Everything stands from the previous chapters. If you haven't read them, then I strongly suggest it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, nor do I ever intend to.

          "Monica, Chandler?" Rachel asked as she approached the orange couch that they were sitting on in Central Perk, " Could you watch Emma for us tonight? Ross has some 'dinosaur thing' or something, as usual, and I have this meeting to go to."

"Sure!" Monica enthused, "Right Chandler?"

"Right," Chandler added, less enthusiastically.

"Hey, you need the practice," Monica scolded.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Great!" Rachel praised, "Thank you so much. You know, I just don't feel right about leaving Emma with a babysitter yet and…"

"You don't want to pay," Monica finished Rachel's sentence.

"Well, I wasn't gonna say that, but…yeah."

"Hey!' Chandler complained, "How come we don't get paid for watching your kid?"

"Because you're her aunt and uncle," Rachel pointed out, "Besides, you really do need the practice."

"I'm not blood related. And how much did you practice before Emma was born?"

"Oh look at the time!" Rachel said while looking at her watch, ignoring Chandler's question; "Gotta get to work!" With that, Rachel ran out of the coffee shop.

          That afternoon, Rachel came over to Chandler and Monica's with Emma and two big bags. "So," Rachel asked, noticing that only Chandler was there, "Where's Monica?"

"Still at work. She'll be here soon." Chandler assured her.

"Ok, you sure you're up to the challenge?"

"If you can do it," Chandler joked, "then I know I can."

"Ha, ha, ha," she mocked as she handed him Emma and dropped the two bags.

Noticing the bags Chandler quipped, "Is she gonna be living here now?"

"What?"

"That's an awful lot of stuff for a baby. I'm sure she doesn't even appreciate half this stuff," Chandler said, while rummaging through her bag of toys, "Just give her a pacifier, a clean diaper, a bottle, and something shinny, and she's set for the next year or so."

"Very funny," Rachel answered, "I bet Monica will be twice as bad, considering she's having two babies."

Chandler looked at her funny, "No one buys as much stuff as you do, not even Monica."

"Right, sure," she answered unconvinced, then changing topics she said, "Ok, let's get this show on the road. In this bag," Rachel explained as she lifted a big red bag, "are her bottles, pacifiers, diapers, formula, etc. And in the other bag, are the toys, which it seems you have already discovered," she pointed out, while Chandler was playing with her stuffed bunny. "Are you even listening?"

"Uh-huh," he said distractedly.

"Chandler!"

"What, oh yeah…great."

"You'd better not hurt my child, or I will kill you!" Rachel threatened as she left the apartment.

"Wow, Emma, you're mommy's scary," in a lower tone he added, "I feel sorry for you."

          After Rachel left, Chandler did his best to stop Emma's incessant cries, although his attempts proved to be unsuccessful. "Look Emma, it's your old pal Big Bird," he said, holding up the yellow bird. Instead, she began to cry even harder. "Oh my God, I'm gonna be a terrible father!" he said as he threw down the stuffed animal. "What's wrong with you? Are you hungry?" he asked, while holding a bottle to her. However, she refused it, and he went on. "Diaper need changing?" he asked while he smelled her bottom, "Nope, not yet, thank God. You wait till your Aunt Monica gets here for that." After that, the phone rang and Chandler ran to pick it up.

"Hey Chandler," Monica said over the phone, "I'm gonna have to work late tonight. There was this problem with the stoves, and someone got burnt and then things took a turn for the worst. Do you think you can handle Emma?"

"Of course I can handle Emma, don't you hear her screaming for joy to be here?!" Chandler asked sarcastically.

"Come on Chandler, don't do this to me. It's not my fault!" Monica said angrily, "Besides, it's good practice."

"Fine," Chandler huffed, "Bye!" Then he hung up the phone. "So Emms, it's just you and me." After he said that Emma's cries became noticeably louder.

          "Oh please stop crying!" Chandler begged after being with her for an hour. He began pacing the room frantically, constantly running his fingers through his hair. "I'll call someone. That's right!" He picked up the phone, dialed a number, and then after waiting for a minute began to talk, "Hey Phoebe, it's Chandler. I'm babysitting Emma alone, and she won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do. You need to help me, where are you?!" he said frantically into the phone. Then he hung up, and began pacing nervously again. "Joey, I'll call Joey!" he picked up the phone and begin dialing, but then hung up, "What am I thinking?! Joey can't take care of himself, let alone a baby!" Ok Emms, how about a walk?" He asked as he picked her up. Suddenly she stopped crying. "W…w…what happened?" he questioned; "Oh my God, Emma, are you dead?" he panicked as he looked into her face. However, he saw her blinking and felt her moving around, and sighed in relief. "You just wanted to be held," he cooed. "God, I'm an idiot."

          "Look Emma," he pointed to a couple as they walked through Central Park, "That guy is gonna get dumped soon. Believe me, I know that look the woman's wearing. Rejection is no cup of tea, I'll tell ya that." Chandler explained while pushing her in the stroller, "I've been rejected a lot. But don't you worry, I'm sure you'll be the one breaking all the hearts, sweetie." He began to tickle her and she giggled slightly. Chandler smiled broadly, "Ya know what Emms, I'm really enjoying this. I can't wait to be a father now!"

          When they stopped, Chandler realized he had to change Emma's diaper. "Ok Emma, let's make this as painless as possible, ok?" With that, he laid her down on a mat and took off her dirty diaper. "Yuch!" he complained as he balled the diaper up, careful not to touch the inside, "I'm glad I won't have to change my children all their lives." He wiped her, dried her, and dressed her back up in her clothes. He then picked her and made a silly face, again soliciting a laugh from Emma.

While he was doing that, a middle aged woman, who had been watching the scene, approached Chandler. "I know it's none of my business, but you make a very good father!"

"Yeah?" Chandler questioned, surprised.

"Yes. The baby just seems to love you so much!"

"Well thanks. Actually, she's not my child. She's my niece."

"Really?" the woman asked, astonished, "I would've never known. She's really adorable."

"Yeah, I know. My brother-in-law's a lucky guy."

"Well, whenever you become a father, you'd be a great one."

"Thanks," Chandler smiled again, "Actually, my wife's pregnant with twins."

"Well, congratulations!"

          Once it started to get really dark and cold, Chandler decided to take Emma back to the apartment. When he opened the door, he saw everyone in his apartment, the apprehension within the group very obvious.

"Oh my God!" Rachel screamed, panicked, "Where were you?!"

Chandler replied causally, "Emma and I just went for a stroll in Central Park."

"A stroll?" Ross asked angrily, "Remember when you took Ben for 'a stroll'? You ended up losing him!"

"Hey!" Chandler said, offended, "That was like 7 years ago now, and I was with Joey! I'm more responsible then that now."

"Yeah, well you don't just take a person's baby for a 'stroll in Central Park without telling them!"

"Well, I do believe it was the two of you who entrusted me with her for the day. Besides, look, she's fine!" he said, pointed towards Emma, gurgling in her mother's arms.

"Still, that's not the point."

"What? She wanted some fresh air. She didn't cry the entire time. And I fed her, changed her diaper, made her laugh, all those things."

"What? How did you make her laugh?" Ross asked, "Did you make a sarcastic remark to her?"

"No! Look, I'll make her laugh again!" Chandler challenged as he made a bunch of funny faces at her. After a minute, Emma really did begin to giggle.

Phoebe gasped, "It's like the world's been turned upside down! Chandler can finally handle a responsibility!"

"See!" Chandler gloated to a shocked Ross and Rachel.

"Oh God, she's gonna be attached to them!" Rachel worried as she gestured towards Monica and Chandler. "I mean, Monica makes her stop crying magically, and now Chandler makes her laugh! She's gonna hate me and love them!"

"That's not true," Monica defended. "You know, your daughter can't depend on you for every little thing her life all the time. You're just going to have to…accept that fact, and let it be."

"Yeah right," Joey laughed, "Like you'd be able to do that, Mon!"

"Hey, I could so do that!"

"Ok then," Joey suggested, "Why don't you give me one of your babies."

"What?!" Monica asked angrily, "Why in the world would I give you one of my children."

"See, she can't do it!"

"That's not the same thing Joey," Chandler said to him.

"Aww come on!" Joey complained, "I want a baby, too. It's not fair! You guys get two babies, and I get none!"

"If you want a baby so badly," Phoebe suggested, "Then why don't you look for a serious relationship where you may, some day, move towards having a baby."

"Only date one woman? I don't think so!" Joey stated.

"Whatever, Joey."

"You know, I really have to say I'm pleasantly surprised, Chandler. I never thought you could handle a child so well on your own." Rachel complimented.

"Me neither," Monica snorted and then covered her mouth, "I didn't mean that!"

"WHAT?!" Chandler yelled, "How could you, of all people, think that?"

"Oooh, finally, some action," Phoebe stated as she watched the bickering couple.

"I'm sorry," Monica apologized as she attempted to rub his arm, but he moved away from her reach, "It's not that I didn't think you would become a terrific father; it's that…I didn't think it would happen so soon."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Well, I thought that, once our babies come, you would automatically get this paternal instinct, like a lot of fathers do. I had just, never actually seen you with a baby, since, well the triplets. And that was when you got that little toy gun stuck in your throat. That didn't give me a very good impression of your parenting abilities back then."

"To tell you the truth, it didn't give me a good impression of my parenting skills either."
"Me neither," Phoebe agreed.

"Yeah same here," Rachel concurred as Ross nodded along with them.

"I agree," Joey said.

"You're one to talk," Chandler defended, "You're the one who cried when your nephew played with your stuffed penguin!"

"Hey!" Joey defended, "He was hurting Hugsy!"

"Joey, you do know that Hugsy isn't real?" Monica asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Joey answered, "Yes, I know that!"

Chandler asked, "You know it like, you actually understand? Or you know like that time you thought that you could make a puppet, like Pinocchio, that would become a real boy?"

Joey thought for a second then said, "I would prefer not to answer to that."  

Ok there ya go, chapter 8 is done. I swear I wrote most of this before tonight's epi of Friends! And had the idea forever, too. I really didn't mean to have the same sort of plot a bit. I hope it's not too similar for u. Ok, well before I fall asleep right here, please read and review! I hope you liked the chapter. :)