AN: thanks for all the feedback and a lot of you were asking if Chandler is the dad, I worked it out you'll find out the whom the father is in a few chapters time. Thanks for reading!
Monica stared intensively at the paperwork, her eyes trying to figure out like a code what the answer was. Her heart pounding in her chest so fast she was worried it would fall out and yet, her body didn't shake. Chandler had held her hand the entire time, rubbing and smoothing his fingers over her everything her body reacted, like a cold water tap. "You okay?" he asked softly, his tone adjusting to her breathing, Monica slowly nodded awaiting the nurse in front to answer her own question.
The nurse flicked through the sheets, finding the correct diagram to help explain the situation that had occurred. "You're little girl is suffering from RDS, it's a disease because of the premature birth, her lungs did not grow to the correct size and her breathing is painful and short. There are many options available though" the nurse carried on explaining, her face turning less sour as she realised that the baby would not have any serious problems in the future, considering the options available.
Monica paused. Her eyes drifting over the nurse in front of her, as she gazed upon her daughter, the small beating of her heart she felt in her eardrums, her tiny hands moving up and down, her eyes still remaining closed, she hoped she was sleeping peacefully and that pain she was meant to experience was the minimum. She watched carefully observing her daughter longer, she noticed a sharp breathe, seeing her daughter's body almost shock in the air before re-calming down again, the tubes covering her body, moving slightly around the box. She snapped out of the vision, with the touch of Chandler hand on her shoulder. "Sorry" she sulked, keeping her head down, the urge to cry began building up inside her once again. It's all she seemed able to do. The nurse rubbed her arm support showing one of the most confident smiles she'd seen since she was a child at primary school.
As soon as the nurse left the room, Chandler moved in front of Monica, his face showing the seriousness of this convosation they we're about to have, his eyes so focused, and his great cheekbones in correct position, as he began speaking to her in the tone she recognised. "Mon, do you think you should tell the father? I know you said you didn't want him involved, but it's getting serious, if it was me, I'd want to know" Monica looked scared for a second, did he know? Did he know the truth? What would he say? Monica slightly nodded agreeing with his sentence "Yeah, he deserves to know" Monica looked away, her eyes drifting back to the box with her baby inside.
Monica found herself slowly walking over to the box, remembering in her mind what her baby girl looked like the first time she held her, the first time she felt her kick and yet all she could do was put her hand through the hole and link her finger around the tiny perfect hand. "The dad you know, I'm quite close to him…" Monica began to continue, she held her breath, breathing deeply out as she began the speech that would end everything perfect in her life before it even fully began. Chandler moved closer to her, listening to every word. "Oh really?" he sounded genially interested, he knew the best thing for the little girl was to have her father there "Well the father, he's quite close to my family too" she looked at Chandler, her eyes glistening against the brightness of the hospital lights, the blinds of the small room half open allowing a small sense of the outside world into this. "And I slept with him a year ago today…" the finally sentence gave away the clues like a murder mystery being discovered by one finger print. Chandler looked at Monica, then back to the small baby, his words not able to be heard, his mouth however still opening. His body backing away towards the door, as he realised who he was. He wasn't that kid who went to college anymore, he was the kid who had slept with his best friend's sister and got her pregnant and never worked out that he left her alone. "Are you sure?" he asked concerned, he freaked out at everything, not wanting to second guess her, but knew he had too. "I don't sleep around Chandler" she immedently replied, her face expressing the hurt and sadness she believed he felt about her. "I know I'm sorry. I'm just" he carried on, he didn't ever think of Monica that way, he always really idolised her and the flower quality about her. She seemed so down to earth and yet being with him she was this different girl, she was mature and happy about life, she didn't hold back from him and that's something a lot of people noticed. "You just what?" she raised her voice feeling the frustration growing inside her, she felt mean, bringing this all on him so late notice, knowing he missed everything to do with his daughters life. "I'm just hurt" he softly said. His eyes wide and yet so small, his fragile body slowly falling down like a tower, as the tears emerged from his eyes, his power had died. Everything inch of his couldn't cope, he always wanted a family, the family he never had, but this wasn't the family he wanted. He wanted to be married, to plan everything down to the last details on the nurseries, begin the panicking over school costs and yet still enjoy every second. "I'm sorry" she muted "I'm so sorry Chandler, it's just its complicated, and you never spoke about it after that night, I didn't want to scare you away" her words sounded almost true, Chandler nodded he knew if he was told at the second she found out all those months ago he would of freaked out and most likely avoided Monica.
The moment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, the annoying crack as the metal turned. "Monica, there you are" Judy ran in throwing her arms around her youngest, Jack following fastly behind her noticing the small baby in the plastic box "What's going on?"