A/N - Thanks for all the reviews! I know it's weird them being together but
that's what makes it so easy to write. I mean who wants to write stories
about pretty flowers and bunny rabbits? Lol. I also know it's slightly
disgusting but they are not real. They are only based on two of my best
friends. All I've done with this story is exaggerate what happened with
them. Although they are not brother and sister, they were not kicked out
and she is not pregnant! Lol
In a way I'm kinda glad I'm getting all these responses as it makes me feel like I've touched you. If you review you must have felt so strongly about this fic that you wanted me to know. And I thank you all!
I'd especially like to thank Kay, Kristine and aida. You guys really made my day. You all thought the idea was either disgusting or very dramatic. Thanks! Not that I'm sick or anything but I usually write Monica and Chandler in love, Monica and Chandler break up, Monica and Chandler realise they can't live without each other or just straight-up M&C fluff. I really wanted to make an impact with this story and I think I have. Thanks guys!
~*Nina*~
Chapter 8
David looked at her unable to take in the words she had just said. Pregnant. Eloise was. Pregnant. How? No dumb question. Why? Jesus hadn't they gone through enough lately? David really wished he knew what he had done to piss the Gods off so much. Just then a thought struck him. When the Gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers. He remembered a time when all he'd wanted was to spend more time with Eloise, and now they spent 24 hours a day together. But in a few months they'd have a baby. A little part of both of them, something he'd always imagined him having. When he was about 30. With a good job, a house, a dog. Not when he was 16. Living in a alley with rats. He suddenly realised he had not spoken in minutes,
"You think?"
God what a way to reassure a woman.
"Yeah I mean I'm two weeks late but I read somewhere that periods can stop because of stress and well that might be it"
David exhaled. "Right. OK" so there might not be a baby, but, a little part of him taunted, there still might be. You don't know.
David wished he could find a way to be there for Eloise right now. To offer her some words that would make everything better, words that would make her believe that things would be fine. That this was only a journey, and nothing to be scared off. But he couldn't and as he looked down at her face he realised what a coward he really was. It was Eloise who had stood up for them against their dad, not him. It had been her who desperately tried to convince Chandler to let them stay. Not him. He'd sat back and watched, too scared of getting into trouble than to do anything. And now the one person he loved more than anything in this world needed him and he couldn't say anything that would make her trust him. The only thing he could think of doing was hugging her, and never letting go.
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David walked into the chemist, his head held low. He knew there were security tapes in this store, but it was the least guarded and he knew he'd have to take a chance. He needed to know. He walked round the store for a few minutes not taking in the sweets, crisps, chocolate or coffee around him. He walked slowly round to the back of the shop, pretended to look at anything while he searched for it. He eventually found it. Third shelf from the bottom, just behind the condoms. David wanted to laugh at the irony. He glanced around quickly and in one swift motion put one in his pocket. Making sure no one was watching he walked out of the store and towards the grey building two blocks away.
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As soon as he reached it he was struck by the silence. For a moment he wondered if she was even here. Then he heard the sob. It only took him a minute to locate it's owner and slip her the package under the door. When she walked out a minute later he hugged her, fearing what they were about to be told.
Eloise walked back into the cubicle, towards the little white stick on the back of the toilet. She didn't dare pick it up at first; she simply stood staring at it. Wondering if her life was about to get much worse. As she picked it up she realised it was. There were two lines. A perfect little cross in the centre. A perfect little cross that seemed to jump out at her, taunting her. Telling her she'd never finished school, never go to collage. Never do any of the stuff she had always wanted to do. As of today her life was almost over.
It was only when she looked at the clock on the sidewall of the toilets that she realised the date. The 17th. A day she had always looked forward to when she was little. Her birthday.
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Monica was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. For a moment her heart stopped, as it did every time the doorbell went. As it did every time she thought it was David or Eloise at her front door. But then she'd answer it and it'd be someone selling double-glazing, someone who didn't realise what they were doing to her every time they rang her doorbell.
She was just entering the hall, preparing for another disappointment when she saw Chandler about to open the door. She slowly walked up to him her slippers padding softly on the wooden floor. As soon as the door was opened just a crack she knew it was them. Chandler's body language told her everything she needed to know. As she ran to the front door she could hear their voices, she needed to see them. She needed to know that they were alright.
"Eloise!" she shouted as she rushed towards them, "David!" and in that moment she caught Eloise's eye and she knew that things were not alright, when she reached the door there was no hug, no apologies. No Chandler saying they could come home. There was just silence and the sinking feeling that everything was ruined. Before Monica could say anything David began to speak,
"Dad please just hear us out OK? We miss you both and Belle and Clare we don't wanna be the black sheep of the family anymore. We really want to come back. If you'll let us"
Chandler's face remained stony, "Are you still together?"
"Dad. . . .we. . . .we love each other and I'm sorry but that's it we. . . . ."
"Then no"
Monica could not believe that the person she loved could be this cruel. He was turning their kids out onto the streets again for nothing. She looked at him, pleading, but before he even faced her he began closing the door. Closing the door on their children, on the people that should be most important to them. Suddenly Eloise's hand came flying towards them,
"Please! You don't understand!"
Chandler said nothing, he simply continued to close the door.
"But I'm. . . .I'm pregnant!"
Monica was shocked and even Chandler appeared stunned. Slowly a small smile appeared in the corners of Monica's mouth. Pregnant. She was going to be a grandma. Everything was going to be all right! Even Chandler couldn't be so heartless as to throw pregnant women out onto the streets. She rushed towards Eloise; desperate to tell her she was happy, that things were going to be fine. Before she reached her an arm appeared in front of her. Chandler was stopping her, he was trying to stop her seeing her daughter! She wanted to scream, tell him to move to let her through. But she didn't. She just stood there. Just watched as his face changed from shock to disgust. He hated them, she could tell. But still she didn't say anything. She just watched, watched like she had always done, watched as he stared at them, and then watched as he spoke,
"You're disgusting. Both of you. You should be locked up. I don't want you anywhere near me or my family do you understand?"
She watched as they slowly nodded and she watched as they turned around and left. She just stood there as he closed the door and pulled her into a hug, whispering
"It's all right now. They won't bother us any more"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They walked down the road, David with his arms wrapped around Eloise's shoulders. When they reached their turning he suddenly remembered what today was. He looked down at her and whispered so softly she almost didn't catch it,
"Happy birthday"
In a way I'm kinda glad I'm getting all these responses as it makes me feel like I've touched you. If you review you must have felt so strongly about this fic that you wanted me to know. And I thank you all!
I'd especially like to thank Kay, Kristine and aida. You guys really made my day. You all thought the idea was either disgusting or very dramatic. Thanks! Not that I'm sick or anything but I usually write Monica and Chandler in love, Monica and Chandler break up, Monica and Chandler realise they can't live without each other or just straight-up M&C fluff. I really wanted to make an impact with this story and I think I have. Thanks guys!
~*Nina*~
Chapter 8
David looked at her unable to take in the words she had just said. Pregnant. Eloise was. Pregnant. How? No dumb question. Why? Jesus hadn't they gone through enough lately? David really wished he knew what he had done to piss the Gods off so much. Just then a thought struck him. When the Gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers. He remembered a time when all he'd wanted was to spend more time with Eloise, and now they spent 24 hours a day together. But in a few months they'd have a baby. A little part of both of them, something he'd always imagined him having. When he was about 30. With a good job, a house, a dog. Not when he was 16. Living in a alley with rats. He suddenly realised he had not spoken in minutes,
"You think?"
God what a way to reassure a woman.
"Yeah I mean I'm two weeks late but I read somewhere that periods can stop because of stress and well that might be it"
David exhaled. "Right. OK" so there might not be a baby, but, a little part of him taunted, there still might be. You don't know.
David wished he could find a way to be there for Eloise right now. To offer her some words that would make everything better, words that would make her believe that things would be fine. That this was only a journey, and nothing to be scared off. But he couldn't and as he looked down at her face he realised what a coward he really was. It was Eloise who had stood up for them against their dad, not him. It had been her who desperately tried to convince Chandler to let them stay. Not him. He'd sat back and watched, too scared of getting into trouble than to do anything. And now the one person he loved more than anything in this world needed him and he couldn't say anything that would make her trust him. The only thing he could think of doing was hugging her, and never letting go.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
David walked into the chemist, his head held low. He knew there were security tapes in this store, but it was the least guarded and he knew he'd have to take a chance. He needed to know. He walked round the store for a few minutes not taking in the sweets, crisps, chocolate or coffee around him. He walked slowly round to the back of the shop, pretended to look at anything while he searched for it. He eventually found it. Third shelf from the bottom, just behind the condoms. David wanted to laugh at the irony. He glanced around quickly and in one swift motion put one in his pocket. Making sure no one was watching he walked out of the store and towards the grey building two blocks away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As soon as he reached it he was struck by the silence. For a moment he wondered if she was even here. Then he heard the sob. It only took him a minute to locate it's owner and slip her the package under the door. When she walked out a minute later he hugged her, fearing what they were about to be told.
Eloise walked back into the cubicle, towards the little white stick on the back of the toilet. She didn't dare pick it up at first; she simply stood staring at it. Wondering if her life was about to get much worse. As she picked it up she realised it was. There were two lines. A perfect little cross in the centre. A perfect little cross that seemed to jump out at her, taunting her. Telling her she'd never finished school, never go to collage. Never do any of the stuff she had always wanted to do. As of today her life was almost over.
It was only when she looked at the clock on the sidewall of the toilets that she realised the date. The 17th. A day she had always looked forward to when she was little. Her birthday.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. For a moment her heart stopped, as it did every time the doorbell went. As it did every time she thought it was David or Eloise at her front door. But then she'd answer it and it'd be someone selling double-glazing, someone who didn't realise what they were doing to her every time they rang her doorbell.
She was just entering the hall, preparing for another disappointment when she saw Chandler about to open the door. She slowly walked up to him her slippers padding softly on the wooden floor. As soon as the door was opened just a crack she knew it was them. Chandler's body language told her everything she needed to know. As she ran to the front door she could hear their voices, she needed to see them. She needed to know that they were alright.
"Eloise!" she shouted as she rushed towards them, "David!" and in that moment she caught Eloise's eye and she knew that things were not alright, when she reached the door there was no hug, no apologies. No Chandler saying they could come home. There was just silence and the sinking feeling that everything was ruined. Before Monica could say anything David began to speak,
"Dad please just hear us out OK? We miss you both and Belle and Clare we don't wanna be the black sheep of the family anymore. We really want to come back. If you'll let us"
Chandler's face remained stony, "Are you still together?"
"Dad. . . .we. . . .we love each other and I'm sorry but that's it we. . . . ."
"Then no"
Monica could not believe that the person she loved could be this cruel. He was turning their kids out onto the streets again for nothing. She looked at him, pleading, but before he even faced her he began closing the door. Closing the door on their children, on the people that should be most important to them. Suddenly Eloise's hand came flying towards them,
"Please! You don't understand!"
Chandler said nothing, he simply continued to close the door.
"But I'm. . . .I'm pregnant!"
Monica was shocked and even Chandler appeared stunned. Slowly a small smile appeared in the corners of Monica's mouth. Pregnant. She was going to be a grandma. Everything was going to be all right! Even Chandler couldn't be so heartless as to throw pregnant women out onto the streets. She rushed towards Eloise; desperate to tell her she was happy, that things were going to be fine. Before she reached her an arm appeared in front of her. Chandler was stopping her, he was trying to stop her seeing her daughter! She wanted to scream, tell him to move to let her through. But she didn't. She just stood there. Just watched as his face changed from shock to disgust. He hated them, she could tell. But still she didn't say anything. She just watched, watched like she had always done, watched as he stared at them, and then watched as he spoke,
"You're disgusting. Both of you. You should be locked up. I don't want you anywhere near me or my family do you understand?"
She watched as they slowly nodded and she watched as they turned around and left. She just stood there as he closed the door and pulled her into a hug, whispering
"It's all right now. They won't bother us any more"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They walked down the road, David with his arms wrapped around Eloise's shoulders. When they reached their turning he suddenly remembered what today was. He looked down at her and whispered so softly she almost didn't catch it,
"Happy birthday"
