Author's Note: So I might make some mistakes when it comes to the pregnancy timeline but I figured if Phoebe can find out she's pregnant like 6 hours after the embryo transfer, then I can bend the rules as well.

August 2009

Monica was practically bombarded with questions as she entered Jack and Erica's room.

"Mommy! Mommy, when is the baby coming?" Jack asked as he ran to her.

"Will the baby be a girl?" Erica asked. "Please, please, please tell me the baby is a girl!"

"Where is the baby right now?"

"Okay, okay," Monica said trying to calm them both down. "The baby is in my tummy right now."

"But I thought you said you and daddy couldn't have a baby." Erica said.

"Yeah, and that's we were in our other mommy's tummy when we were babies."

They had started having the adoption conversation with the twins. They kept it very simple at this point, since they were still so young. But Monica wanted to make sure that they knew from a early age. She knew that there would be more questions as they got older but for now, Jack and Erica knew that their parents couldn't have a baby, and that they grew in their "other mommy's" tummy until Chandler and Monica could adopt them.

"You're right," Monica said. "We were told we couldn't have a baby, and we wanted a baby so badly which is why we were so happy that we got to take you both home. But I guess we were wrong."

"How big is the baby?" Jack asked.

"Really small," Monica answered. "Now your daddy and I are going to need a lot of help and I know that you two are going to be the best big brother and big sister. Do you think you can help us?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" They both jumped up and down excitedly.

"Okay," Monica said, relived that they were both excited about the idea of a little sibling. "Now because the baby is so small right now, we can't tell people about the baby. We have to wait until the baby is bigger."

"So like a secret?" Erica asked.

"Yes, exactly like a secret."

"Mommy, when will the baby get here?" Jack asked.

"It'll take about nine months."

"NINE MONTHS? BUT THAT'S SO LONG!" Erica exclaimed.

"I know we just have to be patient."

Erica climbed onto her bed and started jumping up and down singing, "Mommy's having a baby! Mommy's having a baby!"

"Erica," Monica heard Chandler's voice from behind her. "What did we say about jumping on the bed?"

"I'll end up like Uncle Joey," Erica said.

"And do you want to end up like Uncle Joey?" Chandler asked.

"No," Erica sighed before climbing off the bed.

Monica ended up making an appointment with a doctor the next week. She found a doctor that lived in the Westchester area named Dr. Carter, who was a tall woman with silvery blonde hair. It was hard to ignore that constant fear that plagued her up until the appointment itself. What if there was something wrong? What if she wasn't actually pregnant? Or what if there was no heartbeat? She nearly sent herself into a cleaning frenzy trying to keep calm from all of the stress that was building up. She was grateful that Chandler was able to take off work so he could go with her to the first doctor's appointment.

"So," Dr. Carter said. "I know that you said that you were both a little shocked last week, but your urine test does confirm a pregnancy. We also took a blood test that is more accurate, but we won't get those results back until tomorrow."

"Well, shocked is one way to describe it," Monica said. "We were trying to have a baby about six or seven years ago and we found out that I have an inhospitable environment and Chandler has low motility, so we didn't think we could have a baby."

"That can definitely lower your chances," Dr. Carter said. "But it does not mean that conceiving is impossible by any means. Stress can also play a huge role as well. Would you say that you were both dealing with a lot of stress when you first started trying?"

"Yes," both Monica and Chandler said at the same time.

"I was in the middle of switching jobs," Chandler explained. "So it was a pretty stressful time for both of us."

"So we'll perform an ultrasound to see if we can find out how far along you are." Dr. Carter said as she moved the ultrasound machine.

Monica lifted up her shirt as the cold gel was placed on her stomach.

"Let's see," Dr. Carter started. "Ahh…and there is your baby."

Monica gasped as she looked at the screen. That was her baby. The image was gray and fuzzy but it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Oh, the baby looks just like me," Chandler said. "Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

"It's a little too early at this point," Dr. Carter said. "But I will say that you are probably around 12 weeks of gestation."

"12 weeks!" Monica exclaimed. "I've been pregnant for 12 weeks? So I'm almost done with the first trimester?"

"I would say so," Dr. Carter said. "Some women don't experience the usual clinical signs we see in the first trimester."

"Does-does everything look okay?" Chandler asked. "I-I mean does the baby look okay?"

"I don't see any abnormalities present on the ultrasound. We'll have another one performed at around 18-20 weeks and we'll be able to determine the sex of the baby at that time. Now due to your age, this will be considered a high risk pregnancy, but this doesn't mean you need to panic over everything at this point. We'll probably perform some more ultrasounds over the course of the next few weeks just to make sure everything is on track."

"One more question," Chandler said. "Just want to make sure that there's only one baby in there, right?"

"Uhh.. yes," Dr. Carter said. "There's only one baby. Do twins run in either of your families?"

"Ehh, something like that." Chandler responded.

Dr. Carter then printed out the pictures of the ultrasound and handed it to Monica. Monica could barely hear anything that she was saying. She should be paying attention. It was probably about really important things. But all she could do was stare at the image. That was her baby.

Later that night Monica was struggling to fall asleep. She was still having a hard time accepting the fact that she was pregnant. She literally had proof in her hands earlier and there was a part of her that still didn't believe it. Like she was going to wake up and realize it was all a dream. She suddenly felt a shift in the bed and opened her eyes slowly. She looked down and saw that Chandler was lying so that his head was right by her stomach. He slowly reached his hand out and placed it on Monica's stomach.

"Hi there baby," he whispered. "I-I'm your dad."

Monica closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as she continued to listen to Chandler.

"You've probably heard me a few times." Chandler said. "But I thought I would introduce myself." He placed his lips on her stomach, right above her navel. "I didn't think this was going to happen. I had accepted that this would never happen. But here you are." Chandler took a deep breath before continuing the conversation.

"I love you so much." He whispered into her skin. "I didn't even know I could love someone that I don't even know. And your mom…well your mom is incredible. But you probably already knew that. And you have an older brother and an older sister who are so excited to meet you. And countless aunts and uncles. Yeah, you're gonna be great. I just know it." He placed his cheek on her stomach. "Unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a dad. But I promise I'll do my best."

"Stop talking about yourself like that." Monica said as she reached her hand to his head, so she could run her fingers through his hair.

"How much of that did you hear?" he asked.

"Enough." Monica replied as her hand traveled to his cheek. Chandler turned his head so that he could kiss the palm of her hand. "You're such a wonderful father."

"Mon," he started.

"No," she interrupted him and placed both of her hands on his cheeks. "Don't turn this into some self-deprecating joke. You, Chandler Bing, are a wonderful father. And if you don't believe me then I will just have to keep telling you until you do."

"I love you," he said.

"I know," she smiled. "Now come back up here."

September 2009

Monica walked back into the house with the groceries and saw Chandler on the ground, with both Jack and Erica climbing on top of him.

"What are you two doing?" Monica asked.

"Fighting the horrible and ugly monster!" Erica exclaimed.

"Hey," Chandler said defensively as he sat up. "The horrible and ugly monster still has feelings you know."

"Get him!" Jack exclaimed as the two leaped up at Chandler and tackled him back to the ground again.

"Don't hurt the monster too badly," Monica said as she walked into the kitchen. She then gasped and nearly dropped her groceries when she saw the mud on the floor. Little, tiny, muddy shoe prints all over her kitchen floor.

"Chandler!" she shouted.

"Uh oh I think the monster is in trouble," Jack said.

"Why don't you two go upstairs?" Chandler said before walking into the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

"Your children made a mess in the kitchen!" she exclaimed.

"Don't you mean our children," Chandler responded.

"Oh no, your children," Monica pointed her finger at him. "My children would never do such a thing."

"Look, I'm sorry." Chandler started. "I was watching them playing in the backyard earlier. I didn't realize how dirty their shoes were. I'll get the mess cleaned up."

"But it's not just this!" Monica said. "It's the bathroom, and the toys all over the floor, and the laundry! How is there always so much laundry?"

"Hey, come here," Chandler said and pulled her into a hug. "Are you really stressed out about the mess, or our you stressed because of the pregnancy."

"Both," Monica mumbled into his shoulder. "I just feel like I can't keep up anymore. I'm either so nauseous or so exhausted. I'm falling so far behind!"

"That's not true. Mon, you have to rest. I know how much you hate mess. But this," he stopped and placed his hand on his belly. "Is more important than any mess. I'll try to be better at watching the twins more closely. But remember, muddy shoes are not the end of the world."

"Maybe for you," Monica said. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"It's okay," Chandler said. "Are you feeling better today?"

"Yeah," Monica said. "I was actually only nauseous in the morning today."

"Well, that's definitely an improvement." Chandler said.

"I know! I might be able to make it a full 12 hours without throwing up!"

"That's gotta be a record." Chandler nodded his head

"You know it!" Monica beamed up at him.

"I'll clean up the kitchen," Chandler smiled at her. "You put up the groceries. And we'll try to tackle the laundry tonight."

"You know," Monica smiled and played with the collar of his shirt. "It's been a long time since we've done laundry together."

Chandler just grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her.

"I think that this kid hates me," Monica said before she turned her head back toward the toilet and vomited again. The whole "doing laundry together" plan fell apart after dinner. Before they could even make it to the laundry room, Monica bolted up the stairs into the bathroom, barely making it to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet.

"So I guess we'll have to try again for that 12 hour record then?" Chandler asked. He followed her up the stairs and leaned against the door of the bathroom.

"Oh don't remind me," Monica sighed loudly and then rubbed her hand against her forehead. "I really thought I had it this time!"

"Are you sure this is normal?" Chandler asked sitting next to her in the bathroom. "I mean I don't think I've seen you eat a full meal in the past week."

"The doctor says that morning sickness is normal."

"Yeah, but this isn't morning sickness," Chandler responded. "This is morning, afternoon, evening and night sickness."

"I'll let her know at my next doctor's appointment." Monica said and wiped her mouth with a towel. The past week had been rough. Her stomach was constantly in knots and she could barely keep any food down. It would be a miracle if she made it through the night without vomiting.

"I don't think I've ever been so nauseous in my entire life." Monica said. "Even when I was drunk and hungover after my 30th birthday it wasn't this bad."

"What about your 40th birthday party?" Chandler asked.

"I wasn't drunk for my 40th birthday," Monica said defensively.

"In the middle of the party you asked me if I was single," Chandler responded.

"I…I was just joking."

"You started crying when I said no."

"You're not allowed to make fun of me when I'm pregnant," Monica glared at him. "Those are the rules."

"The rules?" Chandler said. "I didn't know there were rules?"

"There are always rules," Monica said. "And the rules are that you can only say nice things about me when I'm pregnant."

"Oh well that's easy," Chandler smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "You are the strongest person I know. This pregnancy has been really hard on you but you haven't let it stop you."

"You're the best," Monica mumbled into his shoulder.

"No, you're the best."

"You're right," Monica looked up at him. "I am the best."

Author's Note: I warned you that this would be cheesy.