TOW Monica and Chandler's Babies

Sorry that it's been a while for this fic, but I've had a TON of hw this week. Wow, so this is probably my last chapter b/c I don't think that I should continue. I mean I could…but I think that this fic has run its course. 15 chapters are a lot, right? So I'm thinking that this'll be my last and then, if anybody wants, I'll put up some sort of epilogue type thing. Ok, anyway, YAY CHANDLER'S HOME! The miracle of Christmas, ey? I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it, and I'm dying! See, I have one friend who watches Friends all the time, and is a fanatic like me, but she hasn't been online since Wed. and she lives in NY so I don't call her (I live in PA). That's about it…some of my other friends watch it once in a while, but otherwise…no one! My friends suck…lol. If anyone's ever looking to discuss Friends, then IM me b/c I always am…lol. Ok, after my "public service announcement", let's get this fic started. No tears now…ok * sniff * I think I've already started…lol. Please read and review, thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or anything else mentioned in this fic, pretty much. Just the storyline, which I bet is also borrowed from somewhere b/c I don't seem to be very creative…lol.

          Chandler was sitting in a taxi, stuck in traffic, trying his very hardest to sit still.

"Hey man," Chandler said to the driver, "Is there anyway that you can get me to the hospital faster?"

"Naw, theer ain't," the cab driver answered in a strange mix of a New York accent and something else, that Chandler didn't recognize.

"But my wife is having a baby! I need to be there now!"

"Well, I'm soorry, but ya gotta wait buddy. So jist sit back and shut t'hell up!"  The cab driver then closed the glass window behind him.

"Damnit," Chandler mumbled as he tapped his fingers on the side of the door. He could not keep himself from fidgeting. Once they were a few blocks away from the hospital, Chandler couldn't take it anymore. He knocked on the window loudly until the taxi driver opened it.

"Whit do ya want now?"

"Here," Chandler said as he threw a pile of money on the seat next to the driver, "Keep the change!" After he said that, Chandler dashed out of the cab and up the streets.

          When he got there, he ran up the stairs to the maternity ward, too impatient to take the elevator. When he got there, he ran to the receptionist desk and quickly tried to catch his breath.

"I'm having a baby! I'm having a baby!" he yelled breathlessly.

The receptionist looked at him strangely, "Excuse me?"

"Chandler, there you are!" Ross greeted as he came around the corner, "Come on!"

"Ok!" he said and followed Ross.

          Once they got outside of the room, Ross stopped him before they could go in.

"Here, some advice from the man who's done this twice."

"Please!"

"Ok, don't act nervous because you're gonna get Monica more nervous."

Chandler fidgeted with his hands, "Got it."

"I said don't act nervous."

"I'm not in there yet!"

"Fine. Second…do anything she asks you to do. Like, if she asks you to leave, leave. If she asks you to stay, stay."

"Ok, do whatever she says. That shouldn't be too hard. I do that anyways."

"Third, do not, I repeat do not complain when she squeezes your hand until it's more than just sore."

Nervously, he replied, "Okay…"

"You'll do fine!"

Gaining confidence he agreed, "Yeah!"

"Great! Go on in there and have some babies man!"

Chandler jumped up and down for a second and then went inside.

"He's a dead man," Ross decided once Chandler went in.

          "I'm here. I'm sooooooo sorry Mon!" he apologized as he stood by her side.

"Where the hell were you?"

"Traffic! I even got out of the taxi, five blocks from here, and ran it."

Monica, Phoebe, Rachel, Joey, and Ross all laughed at that comment.

"What?"

Rachel kept laughing, but answered, "It's just hard to picture you running."

"Yeah well, you'd be surprised what adrenaline can do."

"Is that like viagra?" Joey questioned.

"Hell no! And I don't need it! I helped make these babies on my own."

"Sure ya did," Phoebe teased.

"Hey I can get it up. I'll show you all right here, right now."

"Not now…maybe some other time…" Rachel said with her eyes wide opened.

Joey demanded, "No! No other time! We believe you!"

"As much as I love this conversation," Monica interrupted in pain, contraction!"

"Ok, I can do this," Chandler replied giving her his hand that she was waiting for. After making a couple of discomforted faces, he was able to just bite his lip and wait it out, while couching her.

After the contraction was over and Monica relaxed, Chandler complimented, "There ya go sweetie. You're doing so well."

Monica smiled faintly, "I know!"

Chandler sat down in the chair next to her bed and examined his hand. However, he noticed Ross glaring him and stopped.

          An hour later, only Ross, Phoebe, and Chandler were congregated in Monica's room.

"Oooh, I have a song for you!" Phoebe said suddenly as she grabbed her guitar.

"Ya know what Pheebs," Monica said gently, "I'm not in much of a song hearing mood."

"No, that's not true! Everyone likes a good song, especially at times like this. You'll see."

"Pheebs…" Chandler began, but Phoebe cut him off by strumming her guitar.

"Oh, we're stuck her waiting for the babies to out,

But no, you don't have to pout,

Because I have a song for you-ooo-ooo,"

"Pheebs, please don't…" Ross warned, but Phoebe didn't listen.

"Childbirth is hard and it hurts bad,

Not to mention all the blood it has.

You push and push and push and push and push,

And push and push and push and…"
Monica was near tears, "Oh my God!"

"Phoebe, stop!" Chandler yelled at her.

"Oh my God Mon, I didn't think it would scare you!"

"Well it did!"

"It doesn't hurt that badly."

"Really?"

Phoebe looked down at the ground, "No, it does. I was just trying to make you feel better," Phoebe paused, and then looked down at her wrist, "Oh look at the time…maybe I should go for a bit." With that, she left the room hastily.

"She doesn't even have a watch on her wrist," Ross observed.

"Another contraction!" Monica cried as Chandler held out his hand for her again and couched her through it.

Once it was over, Chandler told her, "They're getting closer together. Our babies are gonna come soon!"

"Oh God, I'm so scared. Aren't you scared?"

"For myself…no. But for you…" he trailed off when Ross gave him a look.

"No. You'll do fine because you're amazing."

"Really?"

"Of course," he answered her. And then he turned to Ross and mouthed, "Thank you."

Just then, their conversation was interrupted when Monica's parents barged in.

"Monica!" Judy cried as she went over to her side, nearly knocking Chandler over.

Monica rolled her eyes, "Mom…"

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're finally having children," she said as she held back tears, "My only daughter's having babies." By then she was crying out loud.

"Guess I can't call you my little harmonica anymore," her father lamented.

Monica smiled, "You can."

Jack smiled back at her, "Good, because I was gonna anyway."

He gave her a kiss on the forehead, "I love you. Now, I'm gonna go get some food from this joint. Can I interest you in some crushed up ice?"

"No, I'm good."

"Suit yourself," he told her as he turned to Chandler, "You gonna come? Get some coffee?"

"No, I'll stay here."

"No sweetie. You go for a little. The babies'll still be in here for a while."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You still have a little till the next contraction."

"Good. I'm a little thirsty," he admitted before he kissed her softly on the lips and went out.

"Rub it in my face, why don't you?" Monica said under her breath.

          Once they left, Judy questioned, "Are you nervous?"

"What do you think?"

"I was petrified when I gave birth to Ross. And I was still scared when I gave birth to you, too. But once it's over…it's probably the most overwhelming feeling ever. To hold your child in you arms. The child who, just a few minutes before, was living inside of you. The child that you created with that man that you love. And it's your child, forever."

Monica had tears running down her cheeks, "Why are you crying?" her mother questioned.

"I don't know," she wailed as her mother put her arms around her.

Ok, the second part is up, too. I just decided once I wrote it, that it was really long for one chapter. I always really hate long chapters because, if you have to stop in the middle of reading, it's like impossible to find where you are. So, please continue reading. Thanks!