College life is busy! Why didn't anyone warn me of this? I would have tried a lot harder to finish this story. I love that you guys review worrying about her being pregnant. Not that any of those reviews changed my decision of if I'm going to have her get pregnant or not. I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

It probably wasn't.

They were comfortably set in each others embrace. Monica was fast asleep but Chandler's heart kept racing; keeping him up. He couldn't tell Monica, she'd panic. God, what if she was pregnant right now? She was carrying his child. They were going to be parents! Wait, can it happen that fast?

All these questions and possibilities were swimming around Chandler's head.

Looking down at her form resting in his arms he couldn't help but stare as she slept peacefully. God, she was gorgeous. The way her body fit perfectly against his reminded him that she was his perfect match. Or as others might say, the missing piece to his puzzle. It doesn't take much for Chandler to stop and admire his girlfriend like this. Just thinking about her makes his heart jump. She's sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, loving...he could go on forever if time would let him. He just didn't have a word to explain why his heart wouldn't skip a beat over her?

She sighed in her sleep, snuggling closer to him as she wasn't ready to wake up just yet.

"I love you so much." He whispered "Whatever challenges we face I will never leave you."

His sight slowly started to fade out as his eye lids closed soundly. And he too, was asleep.

The sounds of a wailing coming off the monitor woke him in an instant. The fact that they were young and most of the time helpless of what to do, scared Chandler most of all. With them having to find a small apartment so soon had their paychecks cut in half every Friday night. He found a part-time job in the city where he would rush to each day after school to help pay the cost of rent. Monica ended up quitting her job in order to stay with the baby. Lucky, they had a nursery on campus of NYU where she would take him while she had classes to attend.

Pulling the comforter back, careful not to wake Monica, Chandler slipped out.

She is a terrific mom. Putting off so much to give the baby her full time attention was something Chandler always expected in a mother..a wife. The sudden change of direction on her "list" wasn't something she asked for; but was willing to make room to fit in her schedule.

With the late night feedings and the early diaper changes, he didn't know how she did it. But it was a miracle they got this far.

The cries became louder the closer he got. Not wasting another moment as he quietly pushed the door opened to reveal the small nursery inside and the baby awaiting his father. "Hey there little guy..." Chandler cooed softly, taking the infant in his hands, his cries immediately subsided instantly when recognizing the embrace of his fathers arms.

Unfortunately the smell didn't.

"Looks like someone blew a bomb." He grabbed a diaper, some wipes and the mat.

They didn't have enough money to worry about the bigger things that only benefited the parent when bending down to change their baby. They didn't purchase any playpen or one of those high efficient strollers, they didn't have a highchair and they didn't have a changing table. Why would they need any of that when they can just hold the baby?

Sitting down, with his legs spread wide, Chandler set the infant down carefully on the changing mat. "Here we go..." Placing his hand gently on the baby's stomach so he didn't roll over, something he learned to do recently, Chandler grabbed a wipe with his free hand. "Sooner or later you're going to have to wipe your own tosh because daddy won't always be up at 5 in the morning." He teased as he handed the baby a small rattle to keep him occupied and still as Chandler changed out diapers.

Wrapping up the dirty diaper when he was finished, Chandler moved his baby boy onto his stomach. Watching carefully, he stood up to dispose of the dirty one. "Alright kiddo, let's see if we can get a couple more hours of sleep out of you..." Chandler said, pretty tired himself as he turned around to pick up the toddler. When he found his 7 month old baby on his hands and knees he got that gut feeling in his stomach.

His boy was about to crawl.

Grabbing the Baby Monitor next to the crib, Chandler spoke "Mon, wake up." He said softly but with enough sound for a sleeping women to hear. He could not miss this big moment of a child's life "Sweetie, the little man is about to make the big move..." He tried again.

Just a few seconds later Monica was walking in the nursery in her pajama pants and shirt. "How many times do I have to tell you and Joey that those aren't Walkie Talkies?"

His eyes never left his son as she spoke to him tiredly. "Mon, look."

And soon their only baby was crawling to his Daddy.

Waking up he was in a pool of sweat and yet the room around him was cold. Pulling the blankets back he ran his hand over his face, sighing deeply. "It was just a dream." He kept telling himself

Seeing the note on his pillow he then noticed Monica was already gone.

Had an early class this morning,

I didn't want to wake you.

Love always, Mon.

God, he loved her handwriting.

There it was, that feeling again, when his heart stopped for a split second. He couldn't stay in bed. He had to move.

Chandler groaned as his muscles moved from under him, lifting his body slightly up off the mattress. The way he slept made his body seem stiff as he moved slowly over to his dresser to gather the clothes he would be wearing that day.

The dream he woke in the middle of imagining felt so real, so vivid to his subconscious. Noticing he was still in his old bedroom and his college bags were still packed by the door, he realized it wasn't. He knew that if he didn't talk to Monica about this, the idea of him being a dad was never going away. Not until he knew for sure it was positive.

He couldn't think about it anymore. Grabbing some boxers, a shirt and a pair of plaid shorts, Chandler threw them on and went outside to clear his mind.

"And where do you think you're going?" Nora stopped him before he had a chance to reach for the handle.

"I'm going to shoot for a while." He answered without fully turning to face her.

"You are leaving for college tonight. Are you packed?" She questioned

"Just about." He opened the door that separated him from freedom.

"Chandler." Nora stopped him again "You need to finish packing before you do anything else."

He sighed, frustrated at the moment. Nothing seemed to be going right in his life. Maybe he was being selfish, maybe he is just over-thinking things, but he defiantly needed some time alone. He needed a beer.

"I need to say goodbye to Mon." He lied, hoping that would get her off his case for five minutes.

Nora knew this was hard on him so she let him go. Leaving his family, his friends, she couldn't imagine what he must be going through right now. "Don't be too long." She called out before he was completely gone and out of the house.

Remembering back when he was a little boy he would always want to run around and take adventures to the back yard. But of course she didn't allow him until his dinner was cleared. Chandler was a good boy, hardly getting himself into trouble. Nora went weeks, months even, without questioning him as he ate his dinner without complaining. She would go ahead and do the dishes as he sat their quietly and ate. Little did he know, when the water turned off and she turned around his mother caught him stuffing the Mac & Cheese into his pants pockets. She smacked herself for not knowing sooner why his clothes always smelt like spoiled food. She loved Chandler so much that she hardly yelled when she found out he was creating mouse traps outside using his dinner food.

She really loved her son.

It was her last class of the day before she was free to go back to her dorm and chill for a few hours.

English 101, why did it have to be English?

She waited outside the doors of the lecture hall for the class to finish. Pulling out her neatly, folded schedule, Monica glanced through her weekly agenda one last time. Every other day was different classes. She can do this. She can do this. She can do this. As long as nothing else gets in the way of her studies, she can do this. Glancing up she heard the doors bang open and students started to file out as they talked to practical strangers.

She stood there with her bag slung over her shoulder and her schedule in hand; watching as the last bunch cleared and the next class made their way in.

This was it.

Taking a cleansing breath she checked the room number a final time. E01061

The room was chilled, the air stuffed. Half the seats were empty, only a few students were sitting next to someone else while the rest would rather have their attention simply on their phone.

Monica continued to walk closer and closer to the front until she found a chair opened in the third row fifth seat in. She took her beg off her shoulder and set it on the floor at her feet. Crossing her legs, Monica sat back and tried to relax.

"College life...must be ruff."

Monica's head whipped to the person taking the seat next to her. Her voice hush, her muscles tightening "Chandler! What are you doing here?"

"Like they take attendance..." He rolled his eyes knowing no one there knew he wasn't suppose to be there.

"Did you drink? Your breaths smells of alcohol." Her hand went up to her nose to block the nasty smell that floated up to her nasal congestion.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Monica's head turned to the other side of her and a smile appeared on her face.

"Hey Monica, I didn't know you were taking this class?"

She nodded "It's not like I could get out of it." She chuckled "But what about you? You're almost a Senior. What are you doing in a Freshman class?"

He shrugged "I'm a transfer, they're making me retake the course."

"Ohh..." She sighed

Chandler was growing annoyed "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met.." He extended his hand out to shake the other man before him.

"Oh, my bad, I'm Chase." He held the strap to his shoulder bag as he went out to shake Chandler's hand. "It's nice to meet another one of Monica's friends. I thought I was going to have to drag her out of the dorm to get her to have some fun." He winked

"Boy." Chandler corrected

Chase's face went blank "Pardon?"

"Boyfriend. Not just friend. I'm her boyfriend." He cleared up the confusion

Chase slowly nodded and looked back at Monica for further explanation. "You didn't tell me that about yourself." His grin returned, nudging her playfully.

"Yeah." She turned to Chandler "Chase is the RA on my floor."

Chandler scuffed and sat back in his chair, avoiding eye contact.

Monica turned towards Chase for another time "Chandler was just about to leave. I'm sure he has something else to do."

He couldn't believe it. His girlfriend would rather sit next to some stranger than her own boyfriend. Ouch. Making sure Chase was clear on the whole 'boyfriend' thing, Chandler stood up and leaned down to kiss her passionately.

Monica leaned in before pushing him away. Giving him a glare she was furious with his attitude. She didn't care if he was sober or drunk; not only was this inappropriately the wrong place for that, she was completely embarrassed someone was watching them.

Clearing her throat, Monica stood "Will you excuse us for a moment?"

Chase just nodded as she began shoving Chandler in the other direction and out into the hall.

"What is your problem?" She fixed her shirt before placing her arms across her chest.

"Like he didn't want you?" Chandler defended "I was just simply showing him that you were taken."

Her eyes narrowed "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I misread the signs when he asked if the seat was occupied by someone else."

"Oh, and don't forget about that lovely conversation you two shared."

"Are you jealous?" She asked "Do you think I'm going to cheat on you while you're away, is that why you came?"

"No, it's not that-"

"Then what can possibly be so important for you to interrupt my life like this?"

His eyes went dry as his voice softened "Is that what you think I'm doing? Interrupting your life?"

She shrugged as she looked around as if missing a sign that said otherwise.

It was his turn to clear his throat. Nothing was more important to him than Monica. If he lost her there was a good chance he would return to smoking as a defense mechanism. Fighting with Monica was heartbreaking. The fact that there was just one way to heal a heartbreak was to have your whole body go numb. And to Chandler, smoking was the only answer. But he didn't want a relapse of that source. He needed to let it out and to do that it required telling Monica what exactly was on his mind.

"I forgot..." He glanced around and leaned closer "I forgot to slip on a condom, last night." He told her softly

Monica's heart plummeted as her throat sunk down into her stomach. Everything suddenly taking a turn for the worst.

"I'm sorry." He apologized "It's just that last night got intense and it kind of slipped my mind."

Her fingers ran through her hair as she tried to breath "How can that slip your mind?" Hearing the doors behind her close, Monica couldn't think. "I can't." She shook her head "I got to get to class." Tears sprung her eyes as she saw the worried look on his face.

Chandler observed as she started back towards her class "Yeah." He breathed "Mon, just know, that whatever happens...I will never...I mean, I couldn't..." He sighed and she nodded

"I know."

"Okay." He gave a slight smile reassuring her of any doubts that she might have.

"I'll call you tonight." She whispered as her hand rested on the doorknob. "After I take the test."

"Whatever happens, I'll always love you." He finished

Monica knew he was still standing right outside those doors as she went inside to find her seat next to Chase.

"I hope everything is okay."

His voice was distant; although he spoke right next to her she hardly heard him. Monica was handling this in all the wrong ways. First she went off on Chandler, then she blamed the whole scenario on him, leaving her all alone in a crowded room with her emotions messed up. She didn't want to deal with this alone, she couldn't be in this heated discussion while they had this barren on them. "I have to go." Before she realized she had said that out loud, Monica was grabbing her bag.

"What?" Chase questioned "The class is about to start. You can't just leave."

She shook her head "I'm sorry. I just have to go." Standing up her emotions caught up with her as she crept past him and to the back of the room.

The door seemed twice as heavy the third time she went to open it. The cracks in the wood noted just how old the entry was. Going back years before her century began, she couldn't imagine how those Professors treated those young adults; not that she was complaining now, but she knew towards the end of this semester, they weren't going to be on her good side.

"Maybe no one will be." She mumbled to herself. The thought of being pregnant and all the hormones that came with it rushing back to the pit of her stomach.

Bolting out of the building, Monica hurried down campus, back to her dorm. Students on bikes, students on boards, vehicles, it all got in the way of making her travel quicker. Cutting through the grassland of campus, Monica made a straight line to FYRE. All first-year residence, or in other words, Freshman, were required to stay in FYRE. Whether it was for them to get more involved with knowing their graduating class, or to just have them all lost not knowing where to exit if there were a fire. Which Chase already told her not to go down staircase C. It's a dead end, you will die. She wasn't sure why they couldn't stay in the dorms of Apt, Trad, or UC? FYRE was just so...boring.

She could see FYRE getting closer with every step she took. Hoping that Rachel was in class, Monica flashed her ID to the receptionist showing she lived there and wasn't going to bomb the place. Or better yet, start a fire.

Take staircase C!

Hearing the door unlock, Monica grabbed the handle and pushed it past her. Turning she headed over to the four elevators just waiting to be rode. Pressing the button she felt the odds were with her as the doors opened the next second.

Floor 7 was a journey when taking the stairs. Every once and a while Monica might consider them just to get a good workout in. But any other time, if the elevators were waiting, she wasn't.

The feeling that came with riding a large piece of machinery and the rumbling of energy taking you up, wasn't a pleasant one. Something Monica feared more than anything else was plummeting to her death. In an elevator. The doors opened when hitting Floor 7 and Monica jumped out. Finding her key in her bag as she rushed to room 713 was a difficult task. Feeling for the small ring with the gold key latched through it was like searching for the hay in the needle stack. It wasn't fun! Taking a chance she reached her door and knocked "Rachel?" Knowing she had a class at 2 she was most likely gone as well as the rest of the floor. But it was worth a shot.

Crouching down to the floor she took her bag and spread it wide. "Ah ha..." She took the key in her hands and aimed it to the lock.

"Yes?"

The door opened revealing Rachel's perky smile.

"What are you doing here?" Monica asked basically breathless from racing here quickly.

Rachel moved aside as Monica came in "The Professor canceled the class due to his kid being sick."

Speaking of kids...

Monica swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.

"What are you doing back so fast?" Rachel turned the question

Her face went a light pink at the hour she spent with the information she received. The idea rushing back up inside of her that she could be carrying a baby. Chandler's baby.

"Mon..." Rachel sang seeing her blush "Did you and Chandler-"

"I forgot!" She practically yelled and yet Rachel didn't know the other half of this topic. "Okay? I forgot. And then Chandler came by my class and said that it slipped his mind and now I'm freaking out!"

Rachel stepped towards her friend "'Kay, Monica you need to relax and start from the beginning. What slipped his mind?"

She took another cleansing breath "The condom." Saying it softly didn't stop Rachel's brows from raising.

"You guys had sex?" She gasped "You are on the pill, right?"

Monica shook her head. She hasn't took pills since Flintstones Gummies came out. "Rach, I can't be. I mean, what if I'm-" She felt like she could hyperventilate right then and there.

"Mon, you don't even know if you are pregnant yet." Rachel tried to calm her down as she rubbed up and down her arms "When did you realize that you forgot?"

"Actually, Chandler told me." She couldn't believe this didn't cross her mind before. She found out not even two hours ago and Chandler knew about this all day. She didn't even have the time to consider how he was taking this.

Rachel let go of her friend as she tried to find her keys so they could run to the pharmacy real quick.

"There are all these signs that I just know something's happening."

Rachel narrowed her eyes "What signs?"

"Well, first off, I'm feeling sick to my stomach-"

"That's just nerves. You need to calm down. We are going to get all the test that are there, then we will come back here and wait."

Monica shook her head and took a deep breath "I'm just scared."

"You need to talk to Chandler." Rachel knew the only comfort that could get Monica together was the comfort of her boyfriend.

"He's at Pen State." Monica sniffed

"Then call him." Rachel grabbed her phone and reached it out to her friend.

Taking the phone in her hand, Monica took a deep breath and began dialing his number. It rang once before she hung up.

"What'd you do that for?!" Rachel shouted

"I should take the test first."

"You should take the test with him." She explained

By far the worst chapter ever. Just say it. Don't hold anything back, throw it at me!

No, wait, don't. I get very emotional. I take everything to the heart and it's possible I'll cry. Keep all negative comments to yourself.

I hate that I left you for so long and I wrote this that didn't even go anywhere! I'm impossible. So, when did you guys want me to stop this story? I can go on forever without actually knowing it...