Together Chandler and Monica sat down to the spaghetti dinner Chandler had prepared. They sat in silence neither one of them knowing what to say or do next. Chandler watched Monica eat. Even though she only had on her sweats. She was still the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. She didn't have to wear any makeup, and she could have her hair in a messy bun and she was gorgeous. Chandler had barely touched his food, he felt extremely nauseous the mere tough of food made him want to throw up right then and there. Monica took notice of his discomfort. "Why are you eating babe?" He was thrown off guard by her comment.

"What?"

"I know you have a lot on your plate right now, no pun intended, but you have to eat sweetie," Monica told him gently. She didn't want him to get mad at her for being all motherly again.

"I know, I was just thinking." He lied taking a bite. He swallowed hard trying not to let it come back up. He willed his body to get through this bout of nausea.

"What are we going to do?" Monica asked, changing the subject for which Chandler was extremely thankful. She didn't need to worry about him on top of everything else."I don't know." He replied unsure of what to say.

"When should we tell everyone?"

"I think we should wait and see how the baby does, I heard you weren't supposed to say anything for like the first three months or something. Plus it gives us extra time to think of a way to tell them."

Monica nodded taking a closer look at Chandler. Something was definitely off about him. "Are you ok?" She asked.

Too much of Chandler's relief Joey entered the apartment, cutting this conversation short.

"Hey guys." He said walking over to the table.

"Hi." They both replied.

"You guys made up?" He asked excitedly.

Monica and Chandler looked at each other and smiled.

"Yea, we're in this for the long haul." Monica said, so much meaning behind her words.

"I'm so happy for you two!" His train of thought directed to the plate of untouched spaghetti on the table. "Anyone going to eat that?"

"It's all yours." Chandler replied before Monica could say anything. He walked over to the couch and laid down his face buried in a pillow. His head was pounding he couldn't stand it anymore.

Soon after Joey and Monica were done eating they joined Chandler in the living room, to find him fast asleep.

"I'm worried about him." Monica nodded towards Chandler.

"Yea, I told him to see a doctor again but he keeps insisting it's not that bad." Joey said noticing the worry on her face.

"So he's still sick?" She asked innocently.

"Well no, not exactly but he's been getting these migraines lately."

"He is? I wonder why he didn't tell me."

"He probably didn't want you to worry." He stated "But I would Monica, they aren't your normal headaches. They make him real sick like he'll throw up or he'll sleep all day. I really think you should convince him to see a doctor."

Monica took in all this information. Why did he have to act like he wasn't worth all the fuss? Monica knew the real reason why he didn't tell her. It was those damn parents of his. They never game him enough attention when he was little and now when he needs it he doesn't think he deserves it. They made her so angry sometimes. She looked over at Chandler so peaceful and angelic when he slept. How could they not care about him? She shook Chandler's shoulder. "Chandler, babe, wake up sweetie." Chandler stretched out and opened his eyes to look at the person calling his name. "Hmmm?" He asked.

"Do you want to go to the bed?"

Chandler got up. "Yea."

"We'll see you later Joe?"

Joey took the hint. "Yes I'll see you tomorrow, good night."

He received his byes then left.

They walked together and got into the bed, under the covers. Chandler fell asleep within minutes while Monica stayed awake wondering what was going to come of her life. Between Chandler's well being and the baby she had a lot to think about. This was not going to be a restful night.

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