Monica's POV

I quickly rush into the bathroom, pulling my hair back as I throw up into the toilet. It's been a while since I started throwing up. I think it's started last week ago. At first, I thought it was only a bug but now I think it isn't.

"Mon! Are you okay? It's been a week since you've started throwing up, you should go to the doctor," My roommate said, half concerned.

"I'll think about it..." I said, as I flush the toilet and went to rinse my mouth.

I can feel Rachel's eyes staring at me, with a look that I can't read. I look at her, "What?" I asked.

"Mon... are you... pregnant?" She thought about her words first before questioning me.

WHAT?!

"What?!" I exclaimed.

Oh my gosh. It makes sense, my period is late and I've been throwing up since. Bu..but.. this can't be happening... we... use a condom...that night.

I put my hand on my mouth as I sat down on the toilet, sobbing quietly.

"So it's true?" Rachel asked a shocked expression takes over her face.

"I- i.. don't know..." I trailed out.

"Who's the father?" she asked, again.

"I can't tell you!" I cried out, burying my face in my hands.

She went closer to me, hugging me comfortingly, "Shh, don't cry. We're not even sure... do you want me to buy some test?" she asked, wiping my tears away from my cheeks.

"Yes please..." I nodded, and grab her hips and hug her tightly.

Please, It can't be...


Rachel left to buy some... I can't say it. I sat down in the kitchen, didn't have the mood to cook something after the news I received. I mean it's impossible, we use a condom that night, right? I don't really know, oh my god how am I going to tell Chandler about this.

Our relationship is already uncomfortable after what happened that night. We both agreed to pretend that none of it ever happened and we promised one another that we will not tell the rest and just keep it to ourselves.

Then suddenly the apartment door open, "Hey, Mon what's for breakfast?" Joey entered. He glances around the kitchen and saw nothing. His face furrowing and sits beside me, "Mon, are you okay?" He abruptly asked.

My breath suddenly held back, "Ye-ah.. Why did you ask?..." avoiding the look in his eyes.

"Well you didn't make any breakfast," He whines. I let out a breath of relief, hoo, thank god he didn't notice my gloom.

I sigh, "Um, yeah... What do you want to eat?" I said as I stand up on my chair, looking at the cabinets and I can feel his eyes looking at me.

"Are you sure, you are okay?" He asked again, with concern in his voice.

I try to hold back my tears, trying to breathe in and out. "Uhm... yeah, I'm fine," My voice, slightly breaking, "Joe, I can't cook right now... can you have a cereal instead, sorry," I added, putting down the boxes of cereal in front of him and quickly head into my bedroom.


I balled up on my bed as I cry my eyes out, waiting for Rachel.

I didn't expect this to happen. If I am pregnant, how am I going to tell Chandler that he's the father? The commitment-phobe Chandler who lives across the hall and my best friend. If I told him about this, maybe he'll abandon me and the baby, leaving me a single mom. I can't do that. A baby without his/her father, it's too much. That thought kills me.

"Monica, are you there?"

I heard Rachel's voice at the other side, knocking on the hardwood. I stand up, and went towards the door before I opened it, I asked her if the gang was around.

"Are the others there?" I whispered.

"No, I told them to eat at the coffee shop. Don't worry they didn't suspect anything,"

I slowly open it and looking at the paper bag Rachel is holding, "I bought four sticks just to be sure," she said, and I can feel my eyes burning again.

She hugs me as she rubs my back, "It's gonna be okay, Mon,"


Rachel is waiting outside while I'm in the bathroom waiting for the timer. It's only been one minute but it feels like an hour.

Just keep thinking positive, I said to myself, but what kind of positivity do I want? Do I want to be pregnant? Do I want not to be pregnant? I don't know. It's my dream to have a baby someday, but not this way. I want that to be planned and committed not a one-night stand and mentally unconscious.

I swallowed as I look at the timer, only one minute to go...

I pace around the bathroom, trying to calm myself and my overly pounding heartbeat. My tears drowning me.

I heard a soft knock on the door, "Monica, are you still okay in there?" she asked.

"Yes... Rache," clearing my throat, then suddenly the timer rings, startling me, "It's time..." I muttered under my breath.

I close my eyes as I inhale deeply. Moving towards the sticks makes my knees shaky, my visions becoming blurry. I grab one of the sticks, please let it be I want it to be, I wished.

I look at the stick, as I put my hand on my mouth, tears pouring out of my eyes.

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I'm pregnant.


TBC...