AN: Sorry I didn't update when I said I would. My mum in hospital so time to do any of my homework/coursework has been limited as updating this fic. Thanks for the replies and hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Ten
The hours had past in the small room; the plastic like bubble remained still, even though every now and then it would slowly shake as the baby moved its tiny limbs. Chandler and Monica spent the last recent hours discussing everything from Eve's first smile to pancakes and cream. Monica was curled up, her arms wrapped tightly around Chandler's waist as she head rested on his collarbone, her silent snores increasing in volume as she drifted into a deeper sleep. Chandler kept his hand still leeched onto Eve's. He didn't dare let go. He didn't know how long he had.
Chandler closed his eyes, feeling the need to sleep; his body began shutting down, as his mind drifted away. With a sudden bang his eyes re-opened immedently flashing to where his ears detected the noise. A male doctor stood at the door, his folder down at his hip, a sad concerned face troubled him as he approached the broken family.
Chandler looked down, Monica still sat and crunched up on his lap, Eve was silent and sleeping. He watched as her small chest pumped up and down, little breathes tiny compared to Monica's. The doctor moved forward, observing the sleeping girls. He smiled comfortingly to Chandler, as he saw what looked his life wife on his lap. He lifted the lid off, revealing the fresh cool air of the room to the small baby. He grabbed a few pieces of medical equipment from around his neck and various other places, checking with his pen and paper against what looked like an observation chart. "Everything seems to be looking promising" the doctor nodded as he continued to observe. "That's great. Great" Chandler excitedly said, inside he wanted to jump and up and down, to shout, to do anything but with all his power he remained still with a just a huge smile across his face, he carefully held tighter onto his Eve's hand. "If everything is still looking as good as it is now we'll take her off the drips and other various tubes, so you'll be able to hold her" he said with confidence. "Thank you" Chandler didn't know what else to say. He felt somehow guilty he didn't wake Monica so she'd hear him say that, he also felt guilty because he hasn't held her since he found out she was his.
The next day, the doctor as promised came back to the room, knocking firmly before he walked in. he was happy to see Monica was awake and alert, as was Eve. Once again Chandler looked in control of the situation; Monica still sat comfortably on his lap, while his hand remained almost attached to Eve's. "You both ready?" he eagerly asked. Throughout his work was this was the most rewarding thing he could for parents of sick children. He'd seen so many cases in the last few weeks of young babies coming in and dying. He was glad Eve wasn't one of them. Her big bright smile lit up the entire room. The doctor reached in, hands supporting the baby as if she was worth all the gold in the world. He held onto the baby, supporting her head and main body. The doctor slowly moved the baby other to the parents. "Go on" Monica smiled, she desperately wanted to hold Eve, but when Chandler believed she was sleeping she'd listen to how he'd tell her how much he wanted to hold her, and be there for her. She owed him this. "Really?" he asked, Monica simply nodded. He felt the baby land in his arms, almost falling a inch as Eve weighed more than she looked in the bubble. Her small head turning into his chest, as a tiny laugh escaped out of her mouth.
A week had progressed on, Eve's condition was lightening up, her body finally becoming immune to diseases she had, and her antibodies starting to fight away the infections. Her laughter was getting more playful and the smile on her face stayed like she was a statue. Monica and Chandler never left her side, they said at the beginning they'd never leave her, and they continued to keep their word. "Mon, Chandler why don't you go home, just for a few hours, take a shower, get clean clothes" Judy suggested. She knew they'd most likely reject her offer and persuading them would take an army and half. They both looked at each other, almost considering it in their minds. "we can't mom" Monica said, her face drifted back to Eve. "You know Mon, she is better. She's coming home soon. The only reason why they've kept her in is because her temperature is like 2 degrees high" Chandler confirmed. He didn't want to leave her, but knew that if he didn't get a shower and clean clothes soon he'd begin rotting worse than a month old cabbage. Monica would never listen to her parents. Something she always didn't do since a child. But something about Chandler made her listen. She'd always listen to him, his words wise and truthful. "Okay" she managed to say. Chandler could see it killing her inside as she agreed to leave Eve alone. Chandler stood up, grabbing hold of Monica's hand walking out of the room and to the end of corridor to find their car and go back to Monica's house. The whole car journey home was silent. Chandler didn't know what to say. Whatever he'd say she only deny or worry about. Monica felt alone, she never left eve, apart from when she slept, or if she bathed or ate. She didn't know if it was possible to leave her alone.
They arrived at the home; Chandler drove the car onto the empty drive and stopped. She looked around seeing the street remained like it always did. Nothing changed except him and Monica and Eve. It scared him, seeing how everything was perfect around him. He opened the front door, picking the key out of his pocket he previously got from Judy a few days before on one of her "go home, rest" speeches. He watched at the front door, as Monica slowly made her way into the house, almost dreading saying yes.
"Come on Mon, why don't you go have a bath yeah? And I'll bring you a lovely buttered ham sandwich and a special designed drink called a coffee with extra sugar?" Chandler joked. He always cared about her health. He knew how much her weight problems held her back in life. They stopped her being the girl she wanted to be during her teens. Monica laughed. "Please" he kissed her forehead as they parted. He listened in the kitchen as he heard her footsteps going up the stairs and heading further in the distance, in the way of the bathroom. He continued to find the ingredients; shocked at her neatly their kitchen was laid out. He assumed during Monica's pregnancy when she was bored she'd re-do the house and organise everything. She was always doing it as a child he heard so many stories from Ross. He finally pilled the food onto the plate, grabbing the mug and made his way upstairs. He knocked with his elbow on the door awaiting Monica reply "Come on" she said in the most relaxed tone he ever heard her say. "What's going on here? Spa treatment? Greek goodness day?" Chandler carried on rolling the jokes, with every joke, Monica laughed more before she eventually smiled. Chandler handed Monica the plate, and placed the cup behind her head on the small side part where they kept all the soaps and flannels. He got up, ready to leave. "Chandler" Monica spoke; he turned his head looking at her with a mouthful of food, the butter on the lips like a lip-gloss. "Attractive" he laughed; she hid her head, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "Will you stay with me?" she shyly asked. She never needed anyone before, until now. "sure" he smiled, sitting himself down against the wall facing the only person he ever loved.