AN: Thanks for all the previous replies; I decided to include this flashback scene as it sets up my next chapter perfectly! Enjoy!
*flashback*
It was a frosty morning, the windows iced up on the cars in the drive making it uneasy to get around. The heating remaining on high, costing The Geller family a fortune. Inside the furthers room on the top floor Monica laid in her double bed, the extra quilts and her thick duvet snuggled around her the large bump she had for months. She awoke, feeling the cold air escape into the edge of the duvet where she stretched and her bump gently moved the duvet off her body. She moved her arms helping support her back as she shifted herself out the bed making her way down the stairs.
She opened the door to the kitchen instantly feeling the cold air rush around her body like steam in a hot bath; she opened the cupboards shuffling through some boxes finding her long term craving from the baby, pickles on Oreos. It sounded disgusting and after she finished nibbling on them she'd feel weird however it didn't bother her too much it satisfied her. She rubbed her bump "Only you'd allow me to eat sugary food" she laughed. "Morning Mon" Jack declared, he walked in kissing his daughter on the head admiring how large his daughters bump got every day. "Its gonna be a boy" he rightly added. "Daddy?" She giggly added "What? Your mother had a bump as big as yours for Ross. Her bump for you was tiny. We used to joke we didn't create you correct" he explained, Monica looked away feeling embarrassed "Thanks for that" she sarcastically added not wanting to re-hear how she was conceived. With a sign of relief Monica looked towards the kitchen door, her mind trying to think of escape routes and excuses, instead her mother saved her by entering and distracting Jack by what he fancied for breakfast on this Sunday morning.
Monica finally escaped, she made the excuse of the smell of Bacon made her feel sick, and she was always good at acting since a child. She made her way to her room, comforting lying back down on her bed, feeling her body sink into the extra bedding. She felt a twitch in her stomach which grew sharper. "Mum" she screamed, feeling the pain growing, her legs beginning to tingle. "Dad" she screamed louder, she could hear her parents in the kitchen below her discussing another debate most likely on Ross's new girlfriend and whether or not he'd propose before she left him. She heard running on the stairs, as her parents stood both at the frame of her door watching their youngest child screeching out for them "Judy, get the car, bag, I'll get Mon" Jack decided, he ran over to his little girl, helping her slowly up, seeing the wet patch on her sheets identifying her water's had broken. He tried to remain calm realising how stressed Monica must be. "Come on sweetie" he rubbed her back reassuring while holding onto her hand never letting it go as he made his way down the stairs allowing Monica to use as much support as she needed. He looked down the bottom of the stairs, watching as Monica made her way down the last few, the front door in front of them was widely opened, Judy was in the car, the engine running and the front screen almost cleared from ice and frost as Jack helped Monica into the back seat climbing into the seat next to her.
They arrived at the hospital, parking quickly, Jack got out the car running round to other side as he held onto Monica helping her get out from the low vehicle, the pain beginning to worsen, as she closed her eyes trying not to cry. Jack helped her into the hospital, seeing a nurse in front moving the wheelchair towards Monica insisting she got into it as quickly as she could, Jack held onto her hand the entire refusing to let go of his little girl. He'd never really been there for Monica, nowhere near as much as he wished he was, he knew she needed him after her requests of not telling the father. It was his duty to protect her and keep her and the baby safe.
The midwife rushed over to Monica, she looked identifying she as 5cm. "Monica, it looks like the baby is distress" she began to explain. Monica switched off, all she could feel was her father next to her squeezing her hand every other second, seeing his big smile fade as the midwife told him his first grandchild may very well be ill. She looked back up the midwife, seeing her mouth still fastly moving using such technically words she need a dictionary to understand what she was saying. "Will my baby be okay?" Monica simply asked, she didn't care about the practical side of it, just wanted to know the truth. "We will try our best" she somatically added. Judy rushed in, seeing the nurses leave Monica, with folders full of paperwork and medical equipment in their hands. "Monica, is everything okay?" she asked, the huskiness in her voice showed she had been running. Monica looked down, fiddling with her fingers, she didn't want to repeat what the midwife had just informed her. "Monica and the baby are having some problems" Jack spoke, the words falling out of his mouth. Judy moved closer to her daughter, pulling her into the most supportive hug she'd ever received "You're a Geller, you'll be just fine" Monica smiled, she believed her mum. "Ow" Monica let escape the pain in her stomach approaching being unbearable to live with. Judy ran into the corridor hurrying back to the Midwife she saw earlier, shouting as she began rushing into the room. "Monica, we're going to deliver you're baby now, I won't lie it's going to hurt as you're not yet 10cm but the baby is very distressed, is that okay?" Monica simple nodded, wanting nothing more than to have her baby in her arms. "Can I ask you both to leave please" the midwife directed her thoughts towards the parents standing on each side of their daughter. "Is the father going to be arriving?" Monica shook her head side to side. "Umm if you're father would like to stay, he's more than welcome" Monica looked up at her dad, as he nodded excitedly, Judy gave one last reassuring look towards Monica before leaving the room as told to do so.
"Come on Mon" Jack held onto her hand, allowing her to put as much pressure as she needed. "Now Monica, when I say push, I need you to push as much as you possibly can" she calmly spoke. "Now" Monica scrunched her face up as she used all the energy she had kept, and delayed. "And again" Monica retired, her body tired and sore. "I can't daddy" she cried. "Yes you can. You and you're little bubba are be fine and you can do this for them" he told her. She smiled "okay" she nervously said. She pulled more onto her father's hand, the other hand on the hospital bed as she heard small cries appear. a sigh of relief flied through her, the sweat that built up on her forehead, feeling like it was almost being hairdryer off her. The relaxation in her body as she instantly felt the uneasy object in her stomach now only a hollow space. "Monica, you have a beautiful baby girl" the midwife declared, Jack ran outside the door rushing in Judy to come see the little girl. Monica held her in her arms, supporting the head specially, listening as her little girl used her first breath and her first cry at her. "She's so" Monica couldn't finish the sentence. She always imagined this moment, sometimes she'd go to bed early just so she could dream of how special it would feel, she'd use her younger cousins dolls and yet nothing compared to this feeling…