The day that we had an intervention was the day I found out I was pregnant. I was ecstatic, and Chandler was too. Before that the day wasn't so pleasant, in fact it blew before that. I had learned about Chandler's plan to commit suicide and I don't know if was hormones or an actual feeling, but I felt something kill me inside. I thought about the 'what if's'. What would I tell my child? They would come home from school and say: "All the kids are talking about their Daddy's, why don't I have one?" That broke my heart to think that my children would grow up without a father. I practically forced Chandler to go to therapy, which he had no objection to. At least he wanted help.
It was nine months later when our daughter was born. We named her Abigail which means: my father's delight. We had her take Chandler's last name and my middle name, Elizabeth. Abigail so far looks exactly like me, but she has Chandler's amazing blue eyes.
The look on Chandler's face when our daughter was born, was something I will never forget. He was in awe, he was happy, he was amazed when the doctor handed her to him in the delivery room.
Now a nine year old, a determined nine year old I must add. She did almost everything in her power to stop us from taking a vacation. She told us to 'Stop with the lovey dovey stuff and start to be parents'. In our defense Chandler and I have not had a day alone since our eighth year anniversary, so excuse me if we are getting antsy.
The entire car ride to my parents' house was quarreling between Chandler and Abigail. Chandler had to explain to Abigail what it means to have time alone with your wife, without children. But Abigail, wouldn't understand. Chandler eventually pulled over the car went to Abigail's suitcase and pulled out her favorite toy, that if she didn't have with her, she would have to entertain herself since that was practically the only toy she owned. He said that if he heard another peep out her about the subject that he would keep the toy until we got home.
When we finally did arrive at my parents' house, Chandler had to physically carry Abigail to my father. I saw Chandler pull the toy out of his pocket and hand it to Abigail, after that she was perfectly fine. After we left, we drove out to Chandler's mom's cabin in the forest.
"Happy ten year anniversary, baby." He tells me after we enter the cabin.
"I love you." I say.
"As. Do. I." He says kissing his way down my face before landing on my lips.
After we break the kiss I stare deeply into his eyes. "So what do you have planned Mr. Bing?" I ask him seductively.
Chandler smiles and out stretches his hand for mine. I gladly take his hand in mine and allow him to lead me to the bedroom. I look around at the beautiful bedroom before my eyes. There are wooden beams running parallel and horizontal on the ceiling. There is a stone fireplace in the left corner of the room, and a built in bench on the right hand side of it. My attention is soon drawn to the king sized bed that Chandler places me on. I smile up at him as he crawls over me and kisses me passionately.
"Does this work for you?" He asks me between kisses. I moan happily in response and he moves down to my neck.
I am a little mad when he stops kissing me, but I soon realize that he is taking off his shirt. The bullet scar is still clearly marking his body. I sit up slightly and place a soft kiss over it. I grab at his arms and pull him close to me. I want him so badly right now.
"Chandler." I whisper, I don't know why I just need to hear his name.
"Ya?" He asks, and pulls me into a sitting position so he can take off my shirt.
"I love you." I whisper and press my forehead against his.
"Then let me love you." He whispers back. When we are together things aren't this emotional, but right now I feel like I could burst into tears.
I feel his lips on my neck again, and I feel like I'm in heaven. I feel him slowly make his way downward before he stops. I look up at him, shocked that he stopped. "I need to be with you. I know I feel it too." He tells me.
"Those are the exact words you said ten years ago." I say surprised that he remembered that he could remember something like that.
"Like I could forget." He tells me softly.
I love him so much it is ridiculous. I remember that year when we weren't together but my feelings were growing for him and fast. Ii tried to convince myself that I didn't love him. But then he got shot and all that went down the drain.
But now I watch him intensely and realize that, that time was so long ago and plays no part in our relationship. The only thing that plays in our relationship is; Love. That's when the tears fall. I love him because he loves me back. I love him because he is the most caring person in the world. I love him because of everything he is and everything he is not.
"Hey." I hear him say. I open my eyes and stare up at him. "I'm here and you've got me." He tells me. I smile and I allow him to continue.
I wake up the next morning in Chandler's arms. I notice that our left hands are linked and draped over my stomach. I smile as I look at the ring on his finger.
It was two years after Abigail was born that we decided to get married. He realized before I did that we were already a family. But with us not being married it was an odd situation. So he took it upon himself to fix that. We had gone out to dinner for our four year anniversary and he had ordered the most expensive campaign that there was. But when the wine glasses were poured Chandler did the most romantic cliché ever. When I wasn't looking he placed the engagement ring in my wine glass. When I finally realized that the ring was there Chandler gave the most Romantic speech ever.
"Mon, I never thought that the most painful experience of my life would turn out to be the best experience of my life. You're the only thing that kept me alive then, and now. Without you or Abigail, I would be lost. I love you so much, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you the happiest person in the world, even if it means dying for you. Monica will you marry me?"
By that point I had tears running down my cheeks. Every word he said had deep meaning. And of course I said yes.
It was exactly a year later when we got married. And I couldn't have been happier the moment we shared our first kiss a married couple. I never doubted him when he said that this was forever, because it's not very often when best friends fall in love.
When we got married we had planned it that our wedding anniversary and our first I love you anniversary, was on the same day. So yesterday was really our five year anniversary and our ten year anniversary put into one. And I couldn't have asked for more.
"Morning." I hear him whisper.
"Morning." I whisper back.
"I hope last night met your expectations." He says fiddling our fingers.
"Believe me it was better than my expectations." I tell him.
"Can you believe it has been ten years?" He asks. I turn to face him and notice just how much he has matured in the last ten years.
"No." I say and lightly stroke his cheek. "But they have been the best ten years of my life." I tell him and place my head against his chest. I listen to the steady beat of his heart as we lay together in comfortable silence. "Chandler?" I ask finally breaking the silence.
"Ya?" He replies.
"I love you." I say.
"I love you too, babe." He replies and pulls my head up, for a long gentle kiss.
"Hey." I say after we break the kiss. "I know we have talked about having more kids, but when are we going to start trying?" I ask. I don't know why but his eyes go wide and he breaths heavily. "What?" I ask.
"Last night, did we use protection?" He asks and sits up in the bed.
"No." I breathe.
"I'm sorry, Mon." He says quietly. I smile at how cute he looks.
"Why are you sorry? Its ok, we're married. It's not like anyone will judge us." I assure him.
"Ya but I shouldn't have forgot." He looks distraught. I feel so bad for him.
"Honey, if I get pregnant I won't regret a thing." I tell him and latch onto his arm.
"Really because when you had Abigail, you threatened to kill me." He tells me and backs away slightly.
I give him a goofy grin and shrug. "Look we have talked about having more children, what would make this all that bad?" I ask him.
"Nothing I just feel bad that I forgot." He tells me.
"We're just going to have to wait and see. And don't feel bad, honey, I'm not mad." I tell him.
Over the next three months things went back to normal. I went back to work, Chandler went back to work, Abigail went back to school, and I had totally forgot about the whole pregnancy thing.
But today something is different. I had to take the day off of work because I spent the entire morning throwing up. I try to tell myself it's just a bug, but something deep down is telling me something is wrong.
"Mom?" I hear Abigail ask as she enters my bedroom. I smile and gesture for her to come sit on the bed, and she does. "Mom why aren't you at work?" She asks, a worried look on her face.
"I wasn't feeling good today." I tell her. She gives me the famous 'Bing frown'.
"But you haven't been feeling good for the past week." She reminds me.
"I know Abby, but don't worry it will pass." I tell her. "Now go get your homework done, Dad won't be happy if you don't get it done before he gets home." She sighs and climbs off of the bed and walks out the door. I try to think of reasons as to why I have been feeling so bad. Then, then it hits me that I am late. About three months late. I hastily climb out of bed and dash to Abigail's bedroom. "Abby, I need to run an errand, get your shoes." I tell her. I run down the stairs and pull on a pair of flip flops before I run out the door. I wait as Abigail buckles before we go. I try to focus on driving and not the fact that I might be pregnant.
"Mom why are you crying?" Abigail asks. I then touch my cheek, and yup there are the tears.
"Abigail, I can't talk right now." I tell her and drive a little faster to the neighborhood Rite Aid.
After I pull in the parking space I turn to Abigail. "Ok, Abby, you look at the toys I will come find you after I checkout." She nods and we both walk inside.
I walk as fast as I can towards the medicine. I groan in frustration when I can't find the pregnancy tests. When I finally do I sigh in relief. I then hastily walk to the checkout counter. I place the box on the counter and pull out some cash.
"Will this be all…? Monica?" I look up at the man behind the counter and gasp when I see who it is. Kip.
"Yes it is." I say quietly.
"Can I ask why the famous Monica Geller is buying a pregnancy test?" Kip asks.
"It's Monica Bing to you." I say in a harsh tone.
"I know someone with the last name Bing." He says and goes into deep thought.
"How about my husband who you shot ten years ago." I say angrily. I see his face grow pale and he takes a deep breath. "Just let me pay for this so I can leave." I demand.
"Sure thing Mrs. Bing." He says sarcastically.
"Look," I say and pound my hand on the counter. "Just be glad that I am not kicking your ass, because of what you did ten years ago in Central Perk."
"Look I am not going to retaliate because you might be pregnant, but I would if you weren't." Kip says and snares.
"Mom?" I hear Abigail ask from behind me. I turn around and pull her close to me.
"Here you go." Kip says coldly and hands me a small paper bag. I shoot him a death glare and he shoots me the finger. I reply with the friendly finger and me and Abigail leave.
"Mom who was man you were talking to?" Abigail asks once we have left the parking lot.
"That's an old friend of me and Dad's." I say my eyes never leaving the road.
"Why was he being so mean?" She asks.
"The last time we say him was ten years ago, and we didn't leave things on a good basis." I tell her.
"What happened?" Oh crap.
"Sweetie I will tell you when you are older."
"Ok." We spend the rest of the way home in silence. How was I supposed to tell my nine year old daughter that her father was shot?
I pull in the driveway of our house and see that Chandler is already home. He probably is already scared that Abigail and I weren't home when he got home. He also won't be very happy when he finds out that Abigail hasn't finished her homework. It's a house rule that all homework must be done before Daddy gets home.
"Abigail go inside I will be in, in a minute." I tell her. I watch as my daughter skips to the opening and closing it behind her. I wish Kip hadn't been there. He doesn't get that what he did was wrong, and I hate him for that. I plant my face in my hands and sigh. I grab the paper bag off of the passenger seat and get out of the car. I slowly make my way up to the house, but I stop at the front door.
I feel as if Chandler will be mad that I saw kip. Why wouldn't he. I interacted with the man who shot my husband. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I walk into the house. I walk in and Chandler is standing at the door to the front closet. I stop dead in my tracks and look at him. For all I know I could be carrying his baby, and I am upset about something that most likely won't happen.
"Hey where did you go?" He asks me.
"I needed to get something from the drug store." I tell him in full honesty.
"Oh ok. By the way I ordered a pizza because I knew you probably didn't feel like cooking." He tells me.
"Thanks." I say barley above a whisper.
"Do you know if Abby finished her homework?" He asks.
"I don't think so, but I did take her with me so she could be working on it now." I tell him and head towards the kitchen.
"Hey what did you need to by anyway?" He asks.
"Feminine hygiene products." I lie.
"Mon, I know you well enough to know that you are telling a lie. Now seriously what did you buy?" He asks folding his arms. I sigh in defeat and hand him the paper bag. He pulls the test out of the bag and sighs when he finally realizes what it is. "Why were you trying to hide this from me?" He asks, hurt.
"I'm sorry." I say and break down. I feel him wrap his arms around me and I sob into his chest. "I ran into Kip." I tell him.
He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes. "You what?" He asks.
"Kip. He doesn't seem to regret it nor does he care that I could kick his ass." I shake my head and I feel his eyes burning through me. "He also said that if I wasn't buying a pregnancy test that he would kick my ass."
"What?!" Chandler yells and backs away from me.
"Chandler please don't be mad. I have you that's all that matters." I tell him.
"Ya ok. Now go take that test I would like to know whether or not we are having another child." He says and sits down at the dining table. I take the paper bag in my hand and bolt to the powder room.
After I am done I set a timer for five minutes and head out to the kitchen where Chandler is. He looks mad, I can probably figure out why. "What's wrong?" I ask him as I sit down.
"Kip that's what's wrong. I don't want him to show up and ruin what I have. You and Abby mean so much to me and I just can't stop thinking what if he showed up and finished what he started ten years ago." He sighs.
"Baby that won't happen, because fate is on our side. I know it is." I assure him.
"You know if this comes out positive," He states.
"Then we will have a baby." A smile tugs at my lips.
"Ya, and I will be the happiest man in the world." He says. All of the sudden the doorbell rings, and Chandler gets up to answer it. He comes back a minute later a pizza in his hand.
"I'm not that hungry." I tell him.
"Me neither." He says back. "Abby come get some diner!" Chandler yells. Seconds later Abigail appears from the hallway and runs over to the table.
"Pizza, how did you know?" Abigail asks Chandler.
"Eh." Chandler replies.
"Thank you Daddy." Abigail says after she retrieves her pizza and runs back to her room.
"I don't want to see any grease stains on your bed either!" I yell after her. Then the timer goes off. Me and Chandler stare at each other before we both rise from our seats and walk into the bathroom. "You ready?" I ask him, and he nods. As we both stare down at the white stick that is on the pedestal sink we take deep breaths. I gasp as I a pink plus sign staring back at me.
"We're having a baby." He whispers.
"Ya, we are." I whisper back. I fall into him and he places his hand on my stomach. I cry as he kisses the top of my head.
"I love you." I hear him whisper.
"I love you too." I whisper back.
The End
AN: I thought this was a good stopping point. I tried to tie up all lose ends. It's just that I have dozens of new ideas. I hope you all enjoyed this piece that originated at school due to my boredom. Anyway if you have requests for any stories please put it in a review or PM me. I would gladly write them for you. :)