Chandler and Monica sat around the kitchen table in Monica's apartment, it had been two days since they had told Ross about the news, and he had still not come around. It pained Chandler to see how upset Monica was. All she wanted was her brother to be happy for her. She didn't understand why he wasn't. Chandler was the man she loved, the only one she could see herself having a child with.
"Do you think he'll ever be happy for us?" Monica interrupted Chandler's thoughts.
"I do." He voiced his thoughts. "He'll come around eventually."
Just as Monica was about to respond to Chandler's comment the door to the apartment opened slowly.
"Ross?" Monica asked when she saw who had come trough the door.
"Listen guys, I acted like an ass. There are no excuses for how I reacted to your guy's news. I was listing all these reason in my head on the way over hear but I realized I had no reason to act the way I did. I'm really sorry guys. I'm so happy for you. Really I am."
"Thanks man that means a lot to us." Chandler replied extending his arms out to join the hug Monica had already engulfed Ross in.
"So how the morning sickness been going? It's not too bad is it?' Ross asked after a moment of hugging.
"I haven't had much of a problem with it…It's Chandler over here I'm worried about you'd think he was the pregnant one." Monica admitted, catching Chandler totally off guard.
He hadn't though she'd noticed. He thought he was doing a pretty good job covering up how sick he always felt these days. The truth was Monica had enough stress with the baby as it was. He did not need to add to that.
"Huh?" Ross questioned looking at Chandler. "It's been months man. You're still getting sick?"
"It's nothing, I went to the doctor a while ago he said I was under too much stress."
"That was months ago Chandler, and the doctor didn't even perform any tests. I'm really worried about you." Monica finally expressed her concerns.
Chandler was pale, very pale. He was demonstrating Monica's concerns. He had been sick off and on now for close to five months. He had been to the doctor's office those few times but there was never any extreme measures taken to see what was wrong with him. It had been written off as strep, then stress. Which were fine with Chandler. He didn't want to believe there could be something seriously wrong with him.
"Now that she says it I can see why you are worried Mon. Chandler you look like hell. How much weight have you lost? You're skinnier than Monica!"
"Just stop it ok!" Chandler sat down, his out bust drowning him of all energy. "So I've lost a little weight. I'm fine, Monica is the one we need to keeping an eye on, not me" He finished.
"Chandler, I'm pregnant, not sick. I don't even get morning sickness. I'm healthy and the baby is healthy." Monica declared. "You, you are not fine. Stop acting as if I'm dumb. You are sick and you have to realize that you mean something to a lot of people. Stop acting as tough you are a burden. I know your parents made you think otherwise but you mean something to your friends. You mean everything to me. Now stop acting like this." Monica half yelled as she took a seat next to Chandler.
"Fine, I'll go to the doctors tomorrow." He was too exhausted to argue.