Chandler's POV
It's been a month since Monica's Nana funeral happened. The day we consumed ourselves from one another. I didn't mean to take advantage of her misery that day, I just didn't have the power to stop it when it started. After that, I can't stop thinking about her. The fact I have a crush on her when it happened made it even worst.
"It's weird. Monica didn't make any breakfast today. She always makes breakfast," Joey whines beside me.
Rachel suddenly became weird when we came into their apartment, she was holding some paper bag, looks like she just went to the store.
"I know. She suddenly became bum these past few weeks. Do you think something happened?" Phoebe questioned and my body tenses up.
"Maybe, because of mom. She was very irritated when mom asked her when will she start her life and by life means, having a husband and a kid," her brother said.
"You see, I don't get why, your mother is like that to her; pressuring her to find someone. If she continues to push her like that, she might end up to a non-committed guy," I said, joining to there conversation.
"Yeah...well, not with you of course," Phoebe said, making the others laugh. Even though it's a joke, it breaks my heart.
"Ouch, that hurts," I said bluntly, "Anyway, I'm off to work, something's wrong with the WENUS today and I might head home late," I said to Joey, and all I received was laughter.
"Wenus, hahaha," he laughs.
"OKAY. bye guys," Leaving the coffee shop.
I sigh as I opened my apartment door. I went home at 11:30 today, my boss didn't want me to leave early. This is so unfair, I don't even like my job and they want me to stay.
I scoffed, I look at Joey's bedroom and it's dark, maybe he's on a date, I thought.
I put down my case on the counter and head to my bedroom, I closed my door behind me as I opened the lights, turning around, I jumped at the sight of Monica sleeping on my bed. What is she doing on my bed?
I kneel beside her, waking her up, "Mon...Monica, wake up..." I muttered and she stirs her body, slowly opening her eyes. She meets mine, and suddenly widens, "Oh! Chandler, sorry. I fell asleep," She said, quickly standing up from the bed.
"Yeah, I can see that...Why though?"
"What?"
"Why are you here in my bedroom, sleeping?" I asked curiously.
Oh my god she's going to talk about that night again, isn't it? Oh God, kill me now.
"Oh...I just wanna tell you something... just promise me you won't freak out," Her voice slightly breaking.
"What's that?" I asked in concern.
"I'm... I'm preg— I'm pregnant," she stuttered.
WAIT. PREGNANT?! Don't tell me I'm the—
"And you're the father..." she added.
I just stood at my place, frozen, didn't know what to do, or say. It's like someone glued my whole body and I hardly can even move.
"Chandler...please say something...," She said, stroking my forearm, which I walk back involuntarily. "Are you sure? you're pregnant?" I asked, panic taking over my voice.
"Yes, I took four tests and it was all positive,"
I just stared at her, speechless. What am I going to do, this is one of my nightmares. I'm not ready for this. Ross. Ross will kill me when he finds out about this; I banged his little sister. I closed my eyes, wincing at the image of Ross beating the crap out of me. But this is Monica we are talking about, I got Monica pregnant.
"Surely you want to keep the baby..." I muttered, staring at her eyes and she nodded, "yes..." tears starting to form in her.
"I'm so sorry, Chandler... I didn't expect this to happen...and now—" She cries, harder.
I walk towards her, pulling her closer to me, calming her down, "Shh, Monica. It's going to be okay," I whispered, stroking her hair.
"No, It's not," She mumbled through my suit, "I'm going to lose you," she suddenly said.
"What?" I asked, confused. I push her softly and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her face is turning red.
"I'm going to lose you..." She whispered again.
"Monica, How could you say that? You're not going to lose me," I sternly said.
"But—"
"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I'm going to leave you alone. I know that I'm scared of these kinds of things: Babies, marriage, and commitments but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you and raise this baby alone. I don't want to be a jerk, Mon," I said, and her crying is slowly coming down, "I'm the father... and I want to be there for him...or her..."
Father. Me. Chandler Bing. I don't think that fits my personal resume.
We went silent for a while. This is a lot to take in. I mean how are we going to tell the gang? I know for sure, Rachel already knows but I don't think she knows the part I'm the father. And her parents. Her mother. her mother will be ashamed of her and it's all my fault.
"Do you now regret...sleeping with me?" I asked, breaking the silence around us.
She just stares at me with her puffy eyes, "Half of me, regrets it..." She confessed, "But that night meant a lot to me," she added.
"Well, That's good to hear...I think...Anyway, I need to rest, can we talk about this tomorrow morning?"
"Uh, sure, Rachel is looking for me anyway," She said, moving right past me, " Thank you for... thank you for being calm about this," She mumbled.
I gave her a friendly hug, "Of course. Don't worry about it Mon. I'm not going to leave you. promise," I said.
Is this mean we're together? or having a kid but not together. together? I should ask about that too, soon.
"Anyway, I'll have your rest," breaking the hug, "Goodnight, Chandler,"
"Night, Monica,"
As she closes my door, I plopped myself down on my bed, burying my face on the pillows. I turn over, looking over the ceiling and thinking about earlier.
I'm going to be a father...half of me is happy while the other is having convulsions attacks.
I can do this. It's Monica anyway...
6:03 am
I wake up early so that I could talk to Monica, alone. Well, the truth is, I didn't get to sleep well. I've been thinking all night, how will we handle this situation and mostly, if there us at this point.
I opened their door and went inside, preparing a cup of coffee. I sat in the kitchen for a while, waiting for Monica to walked out of her bedroom.
Suddenly her door bursts open, she ran towards the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth. I quickly ran towards her and saw her vomiting. I grimaced, holding her hair back, "Are you okay?" rubbing her back.
She spits out the last puke, then flushing the toilet, "Yeah... I'm okay now, it's been a week. I already got used to it," she said.
I just stared at her for a while. Damn, morning sickness. I'm no expert in pregnancy but I read a few before because of Ross. He always brought them here in the apartment and read. Then one time I got bored and I saw it on the table. I just laughed and joked about it, and now it's happening on one of my friends, and I involve.
"What are you doin' here so early in the morning?" She suddenly asked.
I swallowed, "I just want to talk...about our situation..." I muttered, looking down on my feet.
"Oh...okay... So what do you want to talk about?" She asked.
"How are we going to tell the others?" I asked, slightly nervous.
"Well, I was thinking after I went home from the hospital. We tell them," She said.
"You're going to the hospital?" I asked.
"Yeah, just to be sure I'm pregnant. pregnant. Usually, sticks don't say it frankly,"
She's going to the hospital without me? Did she ever intended on telling me about this?
"You're going to the hospital alone?" I asked, pointing out the question. I looked directly at her eyes, waiting for an answer, "If I said yes, are you going to be mad at me for not telling you?" she confessed tentatively.
I can't believe this.
"I thought were going to handle this situation together!" I said, slightly loud.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you last night. I thought you're going get all freaked out,"
Why did she think that I'm going to freak out? Wow, do you really need to ask that about yourself, the answer is so obvious.
I sigh, "Monica, I'm not mad. I'm just upset that you didn't tell me,"
She looked down from her feet for a moment, "I'm sorry for snapping at you," I apologized, giving her a hug which she accepted.
"That's okay, I guess, I deserved that," she said, "So do you want to come along with me?" she asked, heading to the sink.
"Sure, why not. I may be pregnant of myself too,"
TBC...
