𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

|| 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫?

It took me a while to recover from that exhausting day, so much so that I spent my nights at the office in case I accidentally met anyone. Hannah and I were still friends but hung out less due to each of us getting busier.

The group often came to drop by my house which irritated me but we were slowly getting close with each other including Chandler after he finally got over the fact that he wasn't going to get rid of me anytime soon.

Drowning in piles of paperwork, I heard the door open just the moment as the landline began ringing. Without looking up from the files, one hand reached to pick up the phone, my dominant one still writing notes in the performance evaluation of each employee.

Mumbling a quick sorry to the person whom I had yet to see the face of, I answered the phone, "Hello, this is Ms. Peralta of Zephyr Imports-"

"Hey Y/n, can you please tell the girls how stupid it is for them to take Monica's copycat to lunch?" Ross spoke from the other end of the line making me pause myself.

"What-"

Hearing someone scream on the other side, Monica took over and said, "She's this astounding person with this amazing spirit-"

"Which she probably stole from some cheerleader-"

A 'Take off their hats!' comment is being passed on in the background.

"Stop- guys- I said stop!-" Hearing silence from the other end, I continued,

"I cannot believe that you would call me mid-day just because of some stupid reason once again! I am working and have been doing so for god knows how long and as soon as I am this close to finishing it and going home to finally relax, you call me to waste my time!?!?!"

"Y/n... I'm so sorry-"

"No. Keep your apologies to yourself and stop acting like kids. You are adults for god's sake! Don't call me again unless and until your house is on fire, someone is dead or if Chandler finally admits he's gay."

Cutting the call with a frustrated sigh I dropped my head on the table and with a soft tired whisper spoke, "What do you want Matthew?"

Joking, he came to my side rubbing my back and said, "Whatever happened to Matt? Did I get on your bad side again?"

Looking up at him to see him leaning at the edge of my desk, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my face against his abdomen. His hands patted my hair before bending down to kiss the crown of my head.

"Take a rest Y/n, you have been working non-stop for the past few weeks now."

"Yeah but during this season our company's the busiest and there's just so much to do. I just wanna finish it off soon and be free."

"I'm so proud of you Y/n, let me go and get you something to eat. Leave the work and go take a breather okay?"

Leaving the room, I grabbed my hair, groaning audibly before slumping in my chair and looking up at the ceiling.

Closing my eyes I tried to control my sobs. With everything going on in my life, from work to people to family, I was overwhelmed. I needed an escape but was unfortunate to find one.

And with this month's salary, I will finally be able to pay the debt I was in, my family was in. Glancing at the drawer, I thought about the paper slip with the phone number. Shaking my head, I squeezed my eyes shut, going back to completing the files.

The next few days passed in a blink. The office is now the only place where I ever really went. Only going home to shower. My neighbours were worried and tried to apologise but I just ignored them or tried to avoid them. Hannah too tried to get me to have a break but even she couldn't really stop me from working.

And just when I was dozing off on my desk, I got a phone call. Picking it up, my mind and body automatically went on autopilot as I answered,

"Hello, this is Ms. Peralta-"

"Y/n you've got to get here Ross is freaking out-"

"Chandler, I told you guys to stop bothering-"

"Ross is having a baby! He-"

"HE'S WHAT!"

Now fully awake, I got up from my chair, my hand grabbing the desk to support my dizzy self as I continued,

"Why didn't you start with this! Never mind, just tell me which hospital you guys are in, I'll get there as soon as possible."

Getting the address, I grabbed my bag and ran to the destination, ditching the cab that got stuck in traffic. Skidding upon reaching the destined floor, I picked my almost fallen self up from the ground and went towards Ross who was panicking in Monica's arms.

Pushing past his friends I grabbed his shoulder, upon seeing me, he crushed me in a bear hug as I went to caress his hair. Pulling away I commanded,

"Ross, calm down. Has Carol gone into labour yet?"

"She's not even here Y/n! She's having my baby and she's not here!"

"Relax Ross, she's gonna be here any moment- I'm sorry, but what's with the guitar Phoebe?"

"I just thought we might be here for a while. You know, things might get musical."

Carol and Susan, who I met once, arrived soon and were taken into the labour room after Chandler passed a comment on bumper stickers which my tiny brain failed to comprehend.

The rest of the squad was hanging around in the waiting room when Chandler came next to me and said,

"Why is your hair always a mess?"

"Why is your aura so gay?"

"You take that back."

"yOu TaKe ThAt BaCk."

With a sharp intake of breath, he relaxed before dropping his head on my shoulder and falling asleep. Looking around I spoke to myself,

"I want a baby too..."

"Mmmm. Not tonight, honey. I got an early day tomorrow," Chandler mumbled.

"As if I'd have a baby with you."

He jolted at my statement and asked in full offence, "What's wrong with having a baby with me?"

"I don't know, you're just not my type."

"Says the woman who slept with me," widening my eyes at this, I slapped his chest, apologising to the people nearby who heard it.

"You slept with me too!"

"Oh I thought I slept with a naked shaved racoon. Of course I did. That's the whole point of sleeping together with someone."

"You're impossible."

"And you're mine~"

Baffled, I vocalised my thoughts, "Damn, when did you learn how to flirt?"

"Was it good?"

"Kinda."

"Guess that means you still have feelings for me."

Rolling my eyes, we made our way to get coffee before replying, "Guess that means you finally got rid of your third nipple."

"You promised not to talk about it!"

"Mhm."