Monica's POV
I sat uncomfortably on the chair as I wait for Dr. Oberman. I looked up to the clock and sigh. Don't expect him to be here, Monica. It seems pretty clear that night, you don't want him to get involved.
It's been weeks since he starts to ignore me or me avoiding him. The gang noticed that he wasn't around that much in the coffee shop and my apartment and they know it's because of us. We still bumped to each other like, yesterday, when he was borrowing some milk but I didn't really talk to him though, I stay quiet and mad at him. I still can't believe that he burst those words in front of my face.
Suddenly the door burst open and I arrange myself on the chair, "Oh, Dr—" I look up and him, "Chandler, what are you doing here?" I asked and he looks like he ran all the way here, "I'm not late, am I?" He huffed in need of breathing.
"Chandler, what are you doing here?" I asked, sternly.
He composed himself up, straightening his body "Well today's we're going to find the baby's heartbeat right..."
"I know, but why are you here? You did remember what I said last week, right?" My voice becoming ignorant.
"Monica, about that—"
Dr. Oberman suddenly appears on the door, "Sorry, If I'm a little late. Should we take a look now?" he said as I lie down on the maternity bed and look at Chandler, "Just leave, Chandler," I said and he just stands there.
I rolled my eyes and went back to Dr. Oberman. He pulled out the ultrasound probe and lifted my gown, putting a decent amount of gel on my stomach.
"This may feel a little cold, Monica," He warned and he puts the thing onto my stomach and I slightly flinch, "That is cold," I said in amused. He slides into my abdomen and I can't help but giggle.
Suddenly I heard a fast, deep, rhythmic heartbeat in the monitor, he continues to move on my abdomen when he stops, "And that's your baby over there," pointing at the tiny little bean.
"Oh My God," Then I start to cry. I felt Chandler's presence beside me. I didn't notice that he didn't leave. Anyway, I look up to see his reaction and he looks at the monitor intently, my heartbeat starts to moves the same as the baby.
"Congratulations, I'll give you two a minute," He exits and Chandler starts to say something, "It's so tiny," he whispered.
"Yeah, It is... pretty amazing right?" I said, looking at the monitor, where the little bean is moving.
He turns his head back at me and smiled, "Yes... It's amazing," he mumbles, he leans in and gave me a soft longingly kiss on my forehead and I felt my body being hot all of a sudden, "I'm so sorry, about what happened that night. Monica, I didn't mean to say those things to you...I didn't mean to hurt you...please forgive me..." He said, with pleasing eyes.
"Well, you DID hurt me that night, Chandler."
"I know. I know and I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can make it up to you? anything." He said, desperately want me to accept his apology.
I instinctively smirked at him and he gave me a questioning look, "What?"
"Okay, I forgive you, but you said you're going to do anything right?" smirking bashfully at him and he nods enthusiastically,
"Okay..."
"No. N-O. No," he said as we walk on the streets.
"Then I won't accept your apology," I playfully said.
It's good to be back and teased Chandler like I always do. We moved on to what happened that night but part of me was still hurt by what he said.
"Monica, I won't do it. Everybody already thinks I'm gay and you want me to wear red lipstick, no way," he protested.
"Only in front of our friends, and you said you'll do anything," I said, crossing my arms.
"What I meant by anything, is I'll massage your feet or. or. or I'll be your man slave for a month but I will never ever wear lipstick as the same shade my father wore when he sang 'Raining men', which by the way, I was the only white boy who danced upon the stage,"
I chuckled, "Oh come on, it's only for a day," I whined and he shook his head, "Okay, then you'll be my man slave for two months," I said and he turns his head at me, "Two months?! That's long, what about a month,"
"Two months being a man slave or wear a red lipstick for a day," gesturing both of my hands and weighing them, "Okay, fine, two months being a man slave. I still have my man pride," He said.
I scoffed, "Chandler who you kiddin'? You don't have any pride," I said, he opens his mouth to protest but shrugs his shoulders anyway, "Yeah, who am I kidding?"
I chuckled.
I saw an ice cream truck across the park and I suddenly have craved towards them. I pulled his arms, running towards it, "Hey. hey. Inform me if you are going to drag me around," he said.
I rolled my eyes and points at the menu of the flavours, "As my man slave, you'll have to buy me an ice cream," I said, childishly.
"You know Mon, being a man slave is you know, going to the bedroom and doing some stuff...," I blushed and hit him softly on the chest, "Just buy me some ice cream," I commanded.
He sighs, "Good thing, you're cute," he muttered under his breath and I heard him and I blush even more. I smiled at him as he orders up.
I think it's better to stay as friends, I can hang out with him all the time, be comfortable and both of us won't be hurt and the only problem that I'll be facing towards him is how am I going to get over him... this few month has been weird to me. I don't know, but when I see his cute smile, my heart starts to pump crazily and every just slight touch of his skin just burns inside of me. I mean maybe I have, tiny feelings for him and it slightly grew when he kissed me after New year's but nothing will go beyond that.
I hope so...
"Here's your favourite flavour, Vanilla," He said, handing me the vanilla ice cream and I frowned on him, "This is not my favourite," I sadly said. I can't believe he forgot my favourite.
"Really? I thought you love Vanilla?"
"YOU love Vanilla," pointing him, "I love Choco—"
"Chocolate ice cream with Hershey's syrup around them," He said, popping out another ice cream on his hand, "Do you think I forgot?" Smiling smugly at me and I can't help but grin, "I hate you," I said.
"Liar,"
I took the chocolate ice cream in his hands and put the other one on his face, hitting his nose, "Hey, That's foul play, Geller!"
"Chandler, clean yourself up!" I said, teasingly.
He tries to find a napkin, but my instincts took control of me, I wipe the smudge with my fingers and lick it with my tongue. My eyes are wide open and I quickly rub my fingers into my jeans and I notice him, blushing, "Yeah, I'll always hate vanilla. It has no flavour at all," I nervously chuckle, trying to move on from the awkward moment.
"Hey, Vanilla ice cream has a flavour. It's Vanilla!" he protested.
"Whatever you say, Grandpa," As we start to walk again in the park.
We talked and talked, just being each other's company. When he brought up the subject about that night.
He cleared his throat, "Uhm...Monica, what do you mean by 'you can't handle being with me? thing, What do you mean by that? cus' I cut you off and I should've listened to you first..." He asked, had a slightly sad tone in his voice.
I sigh, "What I mean by that is... is something ever going to happen between us and this doesn't include the pregnancy...What I mean is that. What IF, we got together and we...broke up...I don't want to screw anything that we have, If we broke up... it's just not only our relationship as a couple but our friendship as well and our bond is special to me Chandler. I mean, look at us now, We're both hanging out as friends and we're happy...and we won't have any much problem to deal it with too..." I said as we continue to walk and eating our ice creams. "I can't handle to be with you, with a thought that we might screw everything that we have now, and we're both...going to hurt, one another. I hate that. That's what I meant that night. I hope you can understand that Chandler..." My heart stops and suddenly I cannot breathe and my eyes are overflowing with tears.
He stopped walking and looks at me with a sad smile, looking down on his feet, "Don't worry Mon. I understand..." He said, bringing his head up, wiping the tears across my cheek, "Sorry, If I push you through it... I won't ask about us, anymore...and we'll deal with this baby together, Okay? I promised Ross anyway, that I'm going to be there for you," He smiled.
"Now, stop crying and eat your ice cream," he playfully orders, making me chuckle. "Bossy," I smirked at him,
"Mon, that's you," he said and I glare at him, "Really that's me? huh," As I put my Ice cream into his face, "Oopsies," I cracked up and he stared at me, shockingly, "You're going to be so dead, Geller!"
We ran around the park, chasing each other until Chandler catches me and putting his ice cream into my face as well. We had a lot of fun this day, I think this is one of my favourite days, that I'm genuinely happy about it and I'm happy that he understands what I feel about our friendship. I know deep inside, we have mutual feelings but we need to ignore that, we can't ruin what we have now. No, I won't let that happen.
I won't...
The next chapter is going to be set on "TOW Mrs. Bing"...please tell me what you think about this chapter!!
