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Chapter Two
The family and guests had soon finished the meal, leaving only the dessert left in the fridge just needed to be moved into the room and shared equally among the plates. Monica had left half way through her starter to tend to Eve upstairs. Chandler wanted to go check on her and make her come downstairs and eat the rest of her meal, he listened intensively and could hear faint high pitched cries every now and then still suggesting she wasn't successful in getting Eve to calm down and nap. "Ross would like to help me get the dessert in please?" Judy pleasantly asked her son, he'd been her rock since the day he was born, the one person in her life she could rely on and tell all those others wife about how stable and successful he was, and more so now with his engagement to a lovely pleasant girl named Carol. Whereas Monica, she was sweet, shy, a great cook after all those meals she'd secretly cook at midnight whenever she felt hungry, but she had nothing to show; only a baby and no qualifications and a father who didn't even know about his baby. "Can I use your toilet?" Chandler asked towards Jack, he simply nodded and pointed to the staircase across the room "Go up the stairs, second door on the left" he smiled back. "Thank you " he added before moving out from sitting on the chair and headed up the stairs.
He walked slowly up the stairs, listening to the faint cries and trying to detect where they lead like a scene from cluedo. Instead of going left as Jack instructed he turned right, as she went through into the longer corridor, he first saw Ross's room. One word could describe this room, geek. He had all the comic collections neatly in their packets on his shelf, all his awards for science conventions put in an ordered row among the higher shelf. He walked out slowly heading further down the corridor til he found Monica's room. He peeked his head in the half closed door, not wanting to disturb her or Eve, even though a tornado wouldn't disturb this baby's lungs. "Come on Evie, shh" she quietly spoke to the baby in her arms, she walked around the bedroom, cradling her with so much love and care, slowly allowing her arms to rock her as she tried to sooth her. "Can I try?" Chandler finally said after continually watching her struggle. "Go ahead" Monica jumped to the idea, wanting any help that was available. Chandler took the baby off Monica, he felt like he in his element as he gently rocked her, moving her hand as he held onto the tiny fingers with his own. "How did you do that?" Monica asked, she'd never known anyone to get Eve to stop crying so quickly. She just laid in his arms silent as beetle. "Is she actually sleeping?" Monica asked in amazement as she stared down at her baby. "Yes Mon" he laughed silently. "Since when we're you good with babies?" Monica asked, she was intrugied, she never seen Chandler as the father type, nor any type of anything. "When I was younger, and living between my parents houses, at my dad's at the weekends I'd babysit next door's newborn baby for most of my Saturday while she worked. She payed me so it was worth not going out. And it was kind of fun" he geekily admitted, he'd never really spoke about his childhood to anyone, he was that sort of hidden person, like a rare book no one had ever read before. Chandler put Eve into the cot near Monica's bed, she laid there sleeping still. "Come on Monica, dessert time" Chandler said, Monica nodded at him as they both walked down the stairs.
"How long do you take to use the toilet Chandler?" Jack rudely asked, he'd sent the boy up about 20minutes ago and had already fully eaten his dessert as did Ross and Judy. "Sorry sir, I bumped into Monica who was explaining to me about the paintings in your landing" he tried to think of an excuse other than I was flirting with your daughter. "Oh really? Mon what did you tell him?" Monica looked at him, trying to word the words he was trying to say like a game as silent as possible. "Just explained their history daddy" she smiled, with a small laugh coming out. "Since when did you know about Art Monica?" Ross quickly jumped to make his sister look stupid; he'd always embarrassed her since the day she could speak, making her look stupid and small in front of their parents. "Since I read a book" she wisely thought in her head, she kept looking at Chandler giving him the one look he understood. "So Monica, the painting behind your head who's that by?" Ross rightly asked, he knew Monica didn't read books, yet alone she'd read an Art based book. "Pier de Jun" she smiled at him knowing she was correct. "Well done Monica" Jack brightly said, rubbing his daughters hand. "Well I'll go wash these plates up" Monica suggested helpfully, Chandler stood up helping her take the remaining through into the kitchen. She ran the water as she grabbed the other plates from Chandler "How did you know who that painting was by?" he asked, he knew for a fact Monica would never read a book about art yet alone know the artists paintings around her own home. "My dad would say about that painting all the time when I was kid. He said his grandmother gave it to him" they both laughed. "Chandler I need to tell you something" Monica had built up the courage to tell him the truth, the reality.