Not That Simple

Today Is The Day

Monica's POV 

For the 10th time today, I scrub away at my teeth, praying the taste of the toothpaste doesn't send me into another battle with the toilet. 

A knock sounds from the door, "Mon are you okay?", Chandler calls, I'm certain whatever my answer may be he will wait until I leave the bathroom to check on me and the baby anyways. 

"Yeah two seconds" I shout, rinsing my mouth out for the last time. 

I hate to admit it, but that man has been an absolute god send. It's been about a month and a half since the first scan for our little miracle, since my little breakdown, and he hasn't left my side.  Not in a relationship sense, but in the sense that through days where I have been so tired I can't get out of bed, or where I have been stuck in the bathroom with terrible nausea, he was there rubbing my back, and buying items recommended to us that may alleviate my discomfort. 

I'm 3 and a half months pregnant, which is around 13 weeks. I am a few days off starting my second trimester, and the excitement is immense, because apparently women tend to feel a lot less nauseous when they reach that point in pregnancy. I cannot wait. I have to be honest, so far this pregnancy has been harrowing, the sickness alone becomes painful throughout the day, it makes my throat burn and my stomach feels like I've been exercising for hours on end. However, I wouldn't wish for anything different. Chandler has definitely taught me how to appreciate the valuable moments even on my terrible days. 

I tuck my hair behind my ears, breathing deeply, and push open the bathroom door, greeted by a rather worried Chandler. He gives me a lopsided smile despite his brow furrowing as he looks me up and down.

"I'm fine, I promise" I tell him, reaching out and squeezing his bicep reassuringly, I look at the time seeing that it is nearly 1pm. "I better go get ready"

"I just worry you know, I hate that you have to deal with stuff like that because of me" He replies, collecting the mugs from the coffee table and taking them to the sink. I grin, he's very sweet to say he comes across all macho at work.

Quickly, I straighten the couch cushions, and throw a couple of wrappers in the trash, then hurry over to him at the sink. I run my hands around his waist. "I know you worry. This is just normal pregnancy it happens to a lot of women, and in no way whatsoever do I blame you for any of it. In fact I thank you for it." 

He turns around smiling at me, his eyes crinkling in the best way possible, "You're not any other woman, you're special. I don't like seeing you in pain." My organs melt to a puddle, tears prick my eyes and all I want to do is stay in his arms forever. 

I let my head fall against his chest for a couple of seconds, listening to the steady thump of his heart. 

My mind is reeling. I can't begin to explain my feelings. I don't know how to feel about that. 

I lift my head up and peck Chandler's cheek, "I'm going to get ready, I'll be out in 5", I murmur, stepping away and heading to my room. 

"No problem" I hear in response.

Yanking my shirt over my head, I glance around, my room is a pigsty. If I look for too long it starts to give me a migraine, but over the last few weeks I just haven't had the energy to attempt to clean, I try my best to keep the living area tidy, that's what visitors will see so my room is irrelevant. I shake it off, chuckling to myself, and reach out for my white blouse, as I do I step in front of the mirror. My fingers trace the outline of my bump gently, it's amazing how my body is capable of growing an actual human being. My little miracle. I believe it has become noticeable that I am pregnant in the last couple of days.

I feel huge. 

I am very much aware that compared to some other pregnant women, I am tiny, however this may be the biggest I have ever seen myself. 

It intrigues me to realise that, being the biggest I've ever been, doesn't upset me whatsoever. Although, that may have something to do with a particular man who reminds me everyday that I'm beautiful and tells me how amazing I am for growing another life within me. I button up my blouse and tuck it into my work pants, my bump pushes against the buttons, leaving them to cling on for dear life. 

We have decided that today is the day that people in the office, will find out about the baby, I will not be shouting out around the office that I am having Chandler's baby, but he has agreed that if I am getting a lot of questions that begin to be difficult to answer, he will step in and take the lead. 

The other day, we managed to get all our friends together and tell them about the baby, the more they visited and the sicker I got, the harder things got to explain. Of course, Rachel was thrilled beyond belief, not just about the baby but about Chandler too. I have explained so many times that we aren't together and we don't want that, but the more I tell her about him when he has left for the night, the more I start to doubt myself. 

My brother wasn't thrilled, as I would've expected, he can be very protective over me when it suits him. However, him turning up on what we would call a bad day, and witnessing Chandler look after me seems to have changed his opinion. I couldn't leave the bathroom I was so nauseous, and Chandler did everything he could to make me as comfortable as possible in-between cleaning the apartment. Ross passed by after work and I assume, judging by the look on his face, I looked horrific, but Chandler was never phased, he never left my side. Ever since then, he seems to have come to terms with the idea of me having a baby with Chandler. 

I throw on my boots and head back into the living room, Chandler gleams with pride when he notices my bump through my shirt, he reaches out and rests his hand over the top of my stomach gently as if scared he will hurt the baby. I peak up at him grinning, a flutter passes through my body and I chalk it up to pregnancy, I refuse to allow my feelings to get the better of me. 

"Let's go" Chandler finally whispers, breaking me out of my trance, his hand moves from my stomach, the area suddenly cold without his touch. I nod, grab my jacket and keys and follow him out of the apartment. Anxiety creeps into my bones as the reality of today sets in. 

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A/N  - Hiiiii, so I finally finished school!! I can maybe get back into writing if you guys want to see more of this story. Thank you all for all your support throughout me writing this, I appreciate it more than you can imagination. Love you <3