One month later
Chandler strolled into Monica and Rachel's, fixing his tie and glancing at his watch to see how much time he had. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that not only was there no one in sight, there was no food cooking. He frowned, not even seeing a cup of coffee in his favorite mug on the table waiting for him.
"Rach?... Mon?... Anyone?" He heard a loud thump and looked around to see where it came from, walking into the living room.
"Guys?"
"Chandler?" He turned around in time to see Monica collapse to the bathroom floor.
"Oh my GOD, Monica!" he yelled and ran over, bending down to pick her up. She had her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head and weakly kicking her feet.
"Come on let me help you... What's going on? What happened?" He pulled her body up in a sitting position and leaned her against a wall. She slowly opened her eyes and studied the side of the toilet before leaning over and heaving the contents of her stomach into it.
"Heyyyy...," Chandler groaned, rubbing her back soothingly from a safe distance. When she finally stopped he reached up and flushed the toilet.
"What happened? Do you have a stomach bug?"
"No, I don't think so. This happened yesterday morning too..."
"Really... Huh. Do you want to go lie down on the couch?" Monica nodded and Chandler carefully picked her up and held her against his chest. She weakly let her head fall on his shoulder and he brought her out into the living room, gently laying her down and pulling a blanket over her.
"What have you eaten?"
"No it's not food... It's only in the mornings, not the-oh no," she responded, her face getting pale.
"Oh no what," Chandler said, worried what was causing her to freak out this much. Her hands began to shake and he got even more nervous.
"Monica... Mon? You're freaking me out here."
"Chandler... that night... did we use protection?" When she finally said those four words and it sunk into his head, he felt like he was going to pass out.
"Wh... What? Uhm... I have this thing where I keep one in my wallet... Never more than one... It's kind of... It's... Uhm... So one in wallet and none in the room," he spat out, knowing she didn't understand.
"Would you have gotten one from Joey?"
"No... I would have woken him up and he would have asked what the hell was going on."
"Well did you have sex before we did?"
"Yes Monica, I was not a virgin."
"No I mean like... Recently before. And after we had sex, did you sleep with anyone else?"
"What are you talking about? You think I cheated on you?" Monica closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Wait... So if there's a condom in my wallet that means I never used one and that means that you could-"
"Oh my God," Monica muttered. Chandler realized exactly what that meant and he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, running a finger over the worn leather. He glanced at her then took a deep breath and unfolded it.
"So?" Monica asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. Chandler's heart sank when he pulled out the condom. Monica's mouth fell open and Chandler looked down, ashamed.
"Shit," he moaned and Monica's world collapsed around her.
instead of making this too predictable... I've decided to change it up a little. En-joey!!!
Chandler didn't know what to do or say to her. She just sat there, taking deep breaths.
"Do... do you want me to go buy a ... uhm... a test, or something?" he asked softly, the look on Monica's face making him realize she already knew.
"Can you call Phoebe?"
"Pheebs? Sure, why?"
"She has pregnancy tests from when she was planted. Call her and ask her to bring one over."
"Mon-"
"Please. I have to know this." Chandler nodded and picked up the phone, dialing.
An hour later
The door opened and Phoebe crept inside, carrying a folded paper bag. Chandler was sitting on the armchair beside the couch where Monica lay, holding her hands and gently rubbing them to calm her down. He looked up when he heard the door shut.
"Hey... uhm, I didn't have any so I bought you one Monica," she said, walking around the couch, sadly looking at her distraught friend.
"Thanks hun."
"Now are you sure you want to take this?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah. I missed my period by two weeks. I was going to the doctor tomorrow. And I'm sick in the morning... I don't know what to do." Phoebe handed her the bag and Chandler was hit with a wave of guilt, thinking he was the reason for this. Monica got up and slowly headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Oh my God," he sighed, shaking his head.
"I know, huh? Did... did she tell anyone else?"
"No, just us... The lucky ones." They sat in silence for a few minutes and Phoebe eyed him, the way he nervously bounced his leg and chewed his nails.
"Are you okay?"
"No... Well I mean-It's Monica... I never thought that... uhm... this... would happen to her."
"Chandler."
"Yeah?" he asked, turning to Phoebe.
"What aren't you telling me?" Chandler opened his mouth to talk and the bathroom door opened. They both turned in time to see Monica collapse to the floor.
"Mon! You have to stop that!" Chandler yelled as he ran over and picked her up. He held onto her tightly, saying her name to wake her up. Phoebe went into the bathroom and when she gasped, Chandler looked up.
"What? What's wrong?" Phoebe came through the doorway, the test in her hand.
"It's positive." Chandler backed up against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest, and he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He looked down at the woman in his arms and realized she was pregnant with his child. He was going to be a father.
Chandler strolled into Monica and Rachel's, fixing his tie and glancing at his watch to see how much time he had. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that not only was there no one in sight, there was no food cooking. He frowned, not even seeing a cup of coffee in his favorite mug on the table waiting for him.
"Rach?... Mon?... Anyone?" He heard a loud thump and looked around to see where it came from, walking into the living room.
"Guys?"
"Chandler?" He turned around in time to see Monica collapse to the bathroom floor.
"Oh my GOD, Monica!" he yelled and ran over, bending down to pick her up. She had her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head and weakly kicking her feet.
"Come on let me help you... What's going on? What happened?" He pulled her body up in a sitting position and leaned her against a wall. She slowly opened her eyes and studied the side of the toilet before leaning over and heaving the contents of her stomach into it.
"Heyyyy...," Chandler groaned, rubbing her back soothingly from a safe distance. When she finally stopped he reached up and flushed the toilet.
"What happened? Do you have a stomach bug?"
"No, I don't think so. This happened yesterday morning too..."
"Really... Huh. Do you want to go lie down on the couch?" Monica nodded and Chandler carefully picked her up and held her against his chest. She weakly let her head fall on his shoulder and he brought her out into the living room, gently laying her down and pulling a blanket over her.
"What have you eaten?"
"No it's not food... It's only in the mornings, not the-oh no," she responded, her face getting pale.
"Oh no what," Chandler said, worried what was causing her to freak out this much. Her hands began to shake and he got even more nervous.
"Monica... Mon? You're freaking me out here."
"Chandler... that night... did we use protection?" When she finally said those four words and it sunk into his head, he felt like he was going to pass out.
"Wh... What? Uhm... I have this thing where I keep one in my wallet... Never more than one... It's kind of... It's... Uhm... So one in wallet and none in the room," he spat out, knowing she didn't understand.
"Would you have gotten one from Joey?"
"No... I would have woken him up and he would have asked what the hell was going on."
"Well did you have sex before we did?"
"Yes Monica, I was not a virgin."
"No I mean like... Recently before. And after we had sex, did you sleep with anyone else?"
"What are you talking about? You think I cheated on you?" Monica closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Wait... So if there's a condom in my wallet that means I never used one and that means that you could-"
"Oh my God," Monica muttered. Chandler realized exactly what that meant and he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, running a finger over the worn leather. He glanced at her then took a deep breath and unfolded it.
"So?" Monica asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. Chandler's heart sank when he pulled out the condom. Monica's mouth fell open and Chandler looked down, ashamed.
"Shit," he moaned and Monica's world collapsed around her.
instead of making this too predictable... I've decided to change it up a little. En-joey!!!
Chandler didn't know what to do or say to her. She just sat there, taking deep breaths.
"Do... do you want me to go buy a ... uhm... a test, or something?" he asked softly, the look on Monica's face making him realize she already knew.
"Can you call Phoebe?"
"Pheebs? Sure, why?"
"She has pregnancy tests from when she was planted. Call her and ask her to bring one over."
"Mon-"
"Please. I have to know this." Chandler nodded and picked up the phone, dialing.
An hour later
The door opened and Phoebe crept inside, carrying a folded paper bag. Chandler was sitting on the armchair beside the couch where Monica lay, holding her hands and gently rubbing them to calm her down. He looked up when he heard the door shut.
"Hey... uhm, I didn't have any so I bought you one Monica," she said, walking around the couch, sadly looking at her distraught friend.
"Thanks hun."
"Now are you sure you want to take this?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah. I missed my period by two weeks. I was going to the doctor tomorrow. And I'm sick in the morning... I don't know what to do." Phoebe handed her the bag and Chandler was hit with a wave of guilt, thinking he was the reason for this. Monica got up and slowly headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Oh my God," he sighed, shaking his head.
"I know, huh? Did... did she tell anyone else?"
"No, just us... The lucky ones." They sat in silence for a few minutes and Phoebe eyed him, the way he nervously bounced his leg and chewed his nails.
"Are you okay?"
"No... Well I mean-It's Monica... I never thought that... uhm... this... would happen to her."
"Chandler."
"Yeah?" he asked, turning to Phoebe.
"What aren't you telling me?" Chandler opened his mouth to talk and the bathroom door opened. They both turned in time to see Monica collapse to the floor.
"Mon! You have to stop that!" Chandler yelled as he ran over and picked her up. He held onto her tightly, saying her name to wake her up. Phoebe went into the bathroom and when she gasped, Chandler looked up.
"What? What's wrong?" Phoebe came through the doorway, the test in her hand.
"It's positive." Chandler backed up against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest, and he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He looked down at the woman in his arms and realized she was pregnant with his child. He was going to be a father.