Monica laid back on the table as they waited for the ultrasound tech to come into the examination room. She was covered with a sheet from the waist down since she'd only had to remove her pants this time around.

She tried to take deep breaths to calm her nerves. She didn't know she was pregnant. Was that a bad sign? Did that mean something was wrong with the baby?

Chandler gripped her hand a little tighter, saying silently what he'd repeated as a mantra for the last couple hours. Everything was going to be OK. It had to be OK. The universe just couldn't be cruel enough to have them go through this moment just to have it taken away from them. To have them go through that kind of pain…again. It just couldn't.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bing?"

"Yes," Monica croaked out as she tried to sit up a little bit more.

"I'm Tamara," said the tech. "Dr. Long is on her way from the hospital. She had a delivery but she'll be here soon. We're going to get some pictures of your baby."

She patted Monica on the shoulder and Monica, with a nervous smile on her face, put one arm behind her head and laid back again.

"OK," Tamara said, moving the ultrasound equipment closer to her and next to Monica, opposite Chandler. "We'll start with a traditional ultrasound, but since we don't really know how far along you are we may have to do an internal."

"That sounds…gross," Chandler grimaced. Monica rolled her eyes at him.

"Gel is cold," Tamara said, putting a glob on Monica's belly as she turned on the monitor. She placed the wand on Monica's abdomen and pushed down. Monica held her breath.

A bunch of grey and black showed up on the screen as Tamara glided along, pushing and moving around. Chandler felt his forehead start to sweat and he clasped Monica's damp hand tighter in his own. He glanced at the tech, who was wearing a trained non-expression on her face. He looked at Monica, who stared at the screen with worried tears in her eyes.

"There we go," Tamara said as she calmly pushed a couple buttons on the machine. "This little one was hiding back there."

"Oh…" Monica shuddered quietly, her eyes fixed on the image before her, swiftly pulling her free hand from over her head and onto Chandler's hand holding hers. There was a head, there were a couple legs, arm buds…there was their little baby floating around in a tiny black bubble inside of her. And he or she was so small, and yet there was no mistaking it - that little baby was right there.

She gripped Chandler's hand tighter and stole a glance at him. He was transfixed, mouth slightly open, not moving an inch, staring at the screen. Suddenly the little person kicked and the whole bubble bounced.

"Ha!" Chandler burst out, eyes never leaving the screen. "Look at that…"

Tears started to stream down Monica's face.

"Oh God," she whispered, "oh God…"

Chandler finally turned and looked at his wife, tears shining in his eyes.

"It's real, Mon," he said, his voice shaking, smiling at her. "There's a real little person in there!"

"I know," she let out a watery giggle, beaming through her tears.

They watched as Tamara quickly measured the baby's length and head circumference with a series of lines and circles on the screen.

"I'm gonna say…." she said, clicking a few more buttons, "you're baby…he or she is measuring at nine weeks, three days."

She turned one more knob and a strong, steady and rapid "tha-thump, tha-thump" filled the room.

"Strong heartbeat," she nodded, looking at Monica and Chandler, "151 beats a minute."

"That's good?" Monica asked, anxiously.

"That's perfect," Tamara smiled at her, handing Monica some paper towels and putting the wand away. "I'll grab your pictures. Dr. Long should be here shortly."

She left the last ultrasound shot of Little Bing up on the monitor and left the room.

For a moment neither of them moved, both staring at the image of their baby. Then Monica sat up a little and started to wipe the gel off.

"Here," Chandler whispered, "let me."

Monica handed him the paper towels with a small smile. She closed her eyes and laid back, emotionally overwhelmed. Tears trickled down the sides of her face as Chandler gently, slowly wiped off her stomach; then she felt a couple drops of moisture land on her.

She looked up at her husband, who was still cleaning her off as he quietly cried, unable to stop the tears from falling fast from his red face as he tried hard to pull himself together.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered as her own tears came faster. She took a ragged breath and reached up for him, pulling him to her. He leaned over, still clutching the paper towels in his hand, and buried his head in the crook of her neck, putting his arms around her and holding her close.

She threw her head back, then rested her chin on top of his shoulder, and smiled through her tears. Besides the twins birth she was sure she hadn't felt so much joy in her life. The night they got engaged and the day they were married were close, but this was something else entirely. This was the most beautiful of all surprises. Ever.

Chandler sniffed and sighed deeply a couple times. She just held him tighter.

"I love you," she breathed, swallowing heavily. "I love you so much."

"Ahh…" he grunted, sniffing again. He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were as red as he was sure his were, and her smile was unlike anything he'd ever seen on her face. He really didn't know in his whole life if he'd ever loved her as much as he did right in that moment. All the emotion coursing through him was impossible to describe.

"You are a miracle," he whispered, wiping her tears with two fingers as she wiped his. "It's…all…everything…it's just a miracle…"

"You are," she whispered back, running her hands gently over his cheeks again and again as she looked into his eyes. He chuckled a little, then went to wipe his eyes with the paper towels, until he remembered they were filled with ultrasound gel.

He made a mildly disgusted face and threw the towels in the waste basket as Monica giggled, wiping her own eyes now with her fingertips, both their tears slowing down.

"Look at that little bunny…" Monica said, shaking her head in disbelief. She and Chandler looked back at the screen as Tamara knocked on the door and came in with the ultrasound pictures they could take home. She was followed by Dr. Long.

"Monica and Chandler," the doctor said, smiling and shaking both their hands. "This has been quite a day, huh?"

"You might say that," Chandler said, his voice thick, as Monica let out a little laugh, still wiping her eyes.

Tamara handed Chandler the ultrasound pictures.

"Congratulations," she smiled, then turned and walked out of the room.

Dr. Long took a seat on the rolling stool, flipping through the chart in her hand.

"We made sure we received your records from Dr. Connelly's office this morning after your appointment," she said, looking at Monica. "I can see now why this news was such a big shock."

Monica nodded.

"It was the very last thing I would have expected," she said, honestly. "I mean, I didn't have morning sickness or really feel different, ya know, all the stuff that may have been…that people look for…"

Dr. Long nodded.

"Maybe I should have kept better track of my cycle," Monica said, "but…"

"But you didn't suspect you had a reason to," Dr. Long nodded again.

"No," Monica said, as Chandler took her hand and helped her sit up a little more. "I really didn't."

"That's common for a woman…your age," Dr. Long acknowledged, with a small smile, "and it's not uncommon to have no symptoms or minimal symptoms when you are pregnant. Every woman is different. It is more common for most women to have temporary morning sickness, and some are sick for the duration of their pregnancies. And some, like you, not at all. You're one of the lucky ones."

"Oh, believe me," Monica said, her eyes filling with tears again as she looked at Chandler. "I know that!"

Chandler smiled softly at her and raised her hand in his, giving it a quick kiss. Dr. Long smiled at them then stood and walked over to Monica, gently pressing her stomach to quickly examine the growth of her uterus. She smiled and pulled Monica's shirt down for her.

"Your blood tests and ultrasound images all came back normal," she continued. "I will still consider your pregnancy 'high risk' Monica, because you will be 40 when the baby is born. You'll have some extra appointments and we'll keep a good eye on you, but you are healthy woman and everything looks really good."

Both of them visibly relaxed at Dr. Long's words.

"What about all the…trouble we've had…conceiving?" Chandler asked.

Dr. Long shook her head.

"Well, you're past that now," she said, smiling at him. "It has no bearing on the pregnancy. Your baby has been growing on a healthy trajectory for more than nine weeks. The chance of a miscarriage in any pregnancy goes down exponentially as each week passes and it won't be long before you're in your second trimester. I never make promises I can't keep, but as I said, everything looks good."

Monica and Chandler smiled at each other.

"Now," Dr. Long said, pulling out a small, laminated conception wheel from her lab coat, "let's see when you're due."

Monica could barely contain her excitement as Dr. Long moved the wheel around. Chandler was grinning from ear to ear, their tears long gone for the moment.

"You're measuring at nine weeks, three days, so that puts your conception date at the first week of October…"

"The first week of October?!" Chandler said, flabbergasted, looking at Monica. "You've been pregnant since October?!"

"Apparently so," she said, in about the same amount of shock. "I don't even remember what we were doing the first week of October!"

"Obviously we were doing somethin'," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Yeah, but we do that all the time," she said with a wave of her hand, grinning at the mock-look of disappointment on his face. She pulled him to her and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Dr. Long chuckled.

"Today is Dec. 12, so that puts you at…around…June 30 of next year, as your due date," she said.

"Oh, that's not good for me," Chandler said, suddenly feeling very jovial. Monica shot him a classic Geller glare.

"But…yeah…I can make it work," he said, with a little grin. She smirked at him.

The doctor grinned and shook her head.

"You have a prescription for prenatal vitamins waiting at the exit window, along with some pamphlets on care during pregnancy and a complementary water bottle," Dr. Long said. "Take your vitamins, drink lots of water, steer clear of alcohol and drugs, obviously, and eat healthy. And get ready, it won't be too long before you'll be showing. Most first-time moms won't show until about the fourth month, but it won't be long now."

"She's not a first-time Mom," Chandler said quickly

"Pregnant mom," Dr. Long corrected herself. "Yes, I understand you have twins?"

"We sure do," Monica said, with pride. "Jack and Erica. They're six."

"Ah, that's great," the doctor said, smiling. "Just don't over-do, but you can continue with life as normal. You're really in good shape, Monica."

Dr. Long stood then and shook their hands again.

"I look forward to getting to know you both better," she said, then added patting Monica's stomach. "And Baby Bing."

"Thank you so much," Monica smiled.

"Of course," she said. "They'll set up your next appointment before you leave, and you can call me any time you need to if you have any questions."

The doctor looked at Chandler and grinned.

"Word to the wise," she said, looking back and forth between them. "You don't have to think about this now, but since you've successfully conceived once there's a better chance it could happen again. That's not exactly scientific, but it has been my experience. Just keep that in mind."

Chandler blinked back in silent shock, then his lopsided grin came over his face.

"I think that's some dice we'll be willing to roll," he said.

The doctor smiled and closed the door.

He turned to Monica, who was smiling widely.

"Yeah?"

Chandler smirked and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"It's always been a four, baby," he winked at her. "But let's get through this pregnancy first, OK?"

"You bet," she said with glee as she hopped down softly from the table as Chandler picked up her folded pants and handed them to her. He looked through the ultrasound pictures he was still holding in his hand as she got dressed.

She laced her arm through his when she was done, gazing at the black and white images.

"You ready?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she smiled up at him.

"You better believe it," he grinned as he opened the door for her, cast one last glance at the picture of their baby frozen on the monitor, and followed his wife out into the hallway.

NOTE: Your reviews are wonderful, everyone, thank you. But I have to say, MeganLucy26, your review for the last chapter literally made me LOL - thanks! :) Pregnant Mondler is fun!... ;)