Hey! Now that my other fic is done, I can focus more on this! I'm a
little bit upset, who am I kidding, I am very upset, I didn't get any
reviews last chapter after all of the positive ones I received prior to it.
I will give you all the benefit of the doubt that you just didn't know I
updated, but if you don't review this chapter I WILL trash this thing even
though I don't want to.
If you didn't, read the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own a very beautiful poster of them, which I like to lick and kiss and- oops! Never mind...
Just Our Luck
~*~
For Monica and Chandler their already cruel world came to a halt and before they knew it, both were on the ground sobbing in each others arms.
"I can't, why did this have to, I don't understand, how could she," Monica wasn't speaking in understandable English, but everyone who loved her knew what she meant. How could this happen to them?
"It's okay, Mon," whispered Chandler although he sounded less than okay, and Joey and Phoebe weren't sure if things were going to get better.
"Does God not want me to have a baby? It's just our luck!"
"No, it's okay honey, it was an accident, don't worry," Chandler said, into her hair, between his own tears. He had let himself cry, because this was worth crying over. He lifted her up and put her on his lap as he sat down on the barcalounger, letting her cry into his shoulder.
"Everything will be fine, it just has to be," he said, trying to reassure himself.
~*~
The sun shone brightly through the scattered trees, and the small amounts of white clouds spread out smoothly across the almost completely blue sky. It was a beautiful day, the kind you usually expect after a storm.
Rachel pushed Emma's antique stroller through the tranquil park, enjoying the fresh, brisk air, deep in thought, Ross' words never leaving her head.
The way he said it made her think. He promised to take care of her forever, that he wouldn't go anywhere, but if that were true then why wasn't he her husband? Why wasn't he at least her boyfriend?
None of this made any sense, and Rachel didn't know what to do.
But she knew one thing was for certain, he was going to take care of her forever, and he was going to love her forever, and nothing could ever change that.
~*~
She had cried all night, not getting any sleep. Monica had thought that things were finally turning around for her, things were finally right. She was getting a baby; she had the best husband, and then her whole world came crumbling down.
"Monica, please, stop crying. This is hard for me too but we have to be strong if we want to move past this eventually," said Chandler.
"How can you say that? Our baby died, who knows, we may never get another chance to be parents again!"
Just thinking of that made her queasy inside, and she ran into the bathroom to thrown up. It was all too much to handle, too much to process.
"Honey, are you okay?" Chandler shouted through the bathroom door.
"No, this whole situation is making me sick, and I am really nauseous."
"Maybe you're pregnant," he suggested with a sniff.
The idea had never struck her, she just figured it was being depressed that made her feel ill, "Well maybe, I never thought about that, but the doctors said we can't have children."
"They say it was unlikely but still possible," he said, hopefully.
"Okay, I'll take a test right now."
~*~
"Ross?"
"Yeah?"
"Well," she started, "I was just thinking, you said before how you would take care of me and Emma forever and that you wouldn't let anything happen to us, and if that's true, then how are you going to date? How am I going to date? How are we supposed to lead separate lives if we are going to be together the whole time anyway?"
Ross had been hoping for a response like that, his plan was working.
"Well, I don't know," he answered.
"The thing you said to me last night during the storm really had an affect on me," she admitted.
"What did I say?" Ross asked, knowing perfectly well what statement she was referring to.
"You said that you wouldn't let anything happen to me and that you would take care of me forever."
"Yeah, I will," he said honestly.
"Then, do you think that we should maybe, umm,"
"This is it, she wants to start dating again, please say she wants to start dating again," Ross thought nervously.
"Do you want to um, maybe start things up again, you know in case it could work out?" Rachel asked bashfully, although she didn't know why this was so embarrassing.
Thank God! Step two is complete!
~*~
"Negative," Monica stated, dully.
"Oh," he replied in remorse, "I'm sorry I was wrong."
"It's okay, it's not your fault," she answered.
He couldn't help but feel that it was.
~*~
Thank you!! You must review!! I said it wouldn't be as said as last chapter, and I think it kind of was, but don't worry it wont remain sad for much longer!! Go, review!! Or I don't continue!!
If you didn't, read the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own a very beautiful poster of them, which I like to lick and kiss and- oops! Never mind...
Just Our Luck
~*~
For Monica and Chandler their already cruel world came to a halt and before they knew it, both were on the ground sobbing in each others arms.
"I can't, why did this have to, I don't understand, how could she," Monica wasn't speaking in understandable English, but everyone who loved her knew what she meant. How could this happen to them?
"It's okay, Mon," whispered Chandler although he sounded less than okay, and Joey and Phoebe weren't sure if things were going to get better.
"Does God not want me to have a baby? It's just our luck!"
"No, it's okay honey, it was an accident, don't worry," Chandler said, into her hair, between his own tears. He had let himself cry, because this was worth crying over. He lifted her up and put her on his lap as he sat down on the barcalounger, letting her cry into his shoulder.
"Everything will be fine, it just has to be," he said, trying to reassure himself.
~*~
The sun shone brightly through the scattered trees, and the small amounts of white clouds spread out smoothly across the almost completely blue sky. It was a beautiful day, the kind you usually expect after a storm.
Rachel pushed Emma's antique stroller through the tranquil park, enjoying the fresh, brisk air, deep in thought, Ross' words never leaving her head.
The way he said it made her think. He promised to take care of her forever, that he wouldn't go anywhere, but if that were true then why wasn't he her husband? Why wasn't he at least her boyfriend?
None of this made any sense, and Rachel didn't know what to do.
But she knew one thing was for certain, he was going to take care of her forever, and he was going to love her forever, and nothing could ever change that.
~*~
She had cried all night, not getting any sleep. Monica had thought that things were finally turning around for her, things were finally right. She was getting a baby; she had the best husband, and then her whole world came crumbling down.
"Monica, please, stop crying. This is hard for me too but we have to be strong if we want to move past this eventually," said Chandler.
"How can you say that? Our baby died, who knows, we may never get another chance to be parents again!"
Just thinking of that made her queasy inside, and she ran into the bathroom to thrown up. It was all too much to handle, too much to process.
"Honey, are you okay?" Chandler shouted through the bathroom door.
"No, this whole situation is making me sick, and I am really nauseous."
"Maybe you're pregnant," he suggested with a sniff.
The idea had never struck her, she just figured it was being depressed that made her feel ill, "Well maybe, I never thought about that, but the doctors said we can't have children."
"They say it was unlikely but still possible," he said, hopefully.
"Okay, I'll take a test right now."
~*~
"Ross?"
"Yeah?"
"Well," she started, "I was just thinking, you said before how you would take care of me and Emma forever and that you wouldn't let anything happen to us, and if that's true, then how are you going to date? How am I going to date? How are we supposed to lead separate lives if we are going to be together the whole time anyway?"
Ross had been hoping for a response like that, his plan was working.
"Well, I don't know," he answered.
"The thing you said to me last night during the storm really had an affect on me," she admitted.
"What did I say?" Ross asked, knowing perfectly well what statement she was referring to.
"You said that you wouldn't let anything happen to me and that you would take care of me forever."
"Yeah, I will," he said honestly.
"Then, do you think that we should maybe, umm,"
"This is it, she wants to start dating again, please say she wants to start dating again," Ross thought nervously.
"Do you want to um, maybe start things up again, you know in case it could work out?" Rachel asked bashfully, although she didn't know why this was so embarrassing.
Thank God! Step two is complete!
~*~
"Negative," Monica stated, dully.
"Oh," he replied in remorse, "I'm sorry I was wrong."
"It's okay, it's not your fault," she answered.
He couldn't help but feel that it was.
~*~
Thank you!! You must review!! I said it wouldn't be as said as last chapter, and I think it kind of was, but don't worry it wont remain sad for much longer!! Go, review!! Or I don't continue!!