The One With...

Monica: November 3, 2005

I stared a blank gaze into the mirror. I couldn't even see myself; I was so lost in thought. All the tests and educated statements from various M.D.s saying the odds were against us, and now, this stick sitting in front of me, could be what proves everything wrong.

"This is wrong," i muttered to myself. This shouldnt have happened, it couldnt have happened, and yet, it seems completely meant to be all at the same time. Of course this is what I've wanted since forever: to bear a child conceived with the perfect husband. But with two beautiful children raised with the perfect husband, it didnt matter if they werent biologically ours; they were the new dream. Only now, my past wishes are before me, and im filled with too many emotions that none seem to show.

I took a deep breath, deciding not only to be okay with whatever may happen, but to be ready for what I thought was the inevitable. Once I relaxed, I showed a smile at my reflection, suddenly daydreaming about a future. A future that would come out of what I was secretly now hoping for.

The timer woke me from my sleepless dreams. I closed my eyes, exhaling deeply. I picked up the pregnancy test and opened my eyes. They focused on the small pink plus sign. My eyes widened in disbelief. Time stopped. I sank down to the bathroom floor with the widest grin across my face. I stared at the test, in utter disbelief. It felt like I hadnt taken my eyes away from it for hours; i thought of nothing, except the plus sign.

Erica's screams roused me from the daze. I looked at my watch; I had been looking at the pregnancy test for half an hour. I pulled myself up with difficulty as I slowly started to feel my legs again. I looked at the test once again and smiled; I tossed it in the trash.

••••

I had a special dinner laid out on the table, with candles surrounding the dining room. I had just finished feeding the twins dinner, so I scooped them up in each arm and took them to bed. I came back downstairs playing with the baby monitor in my hand, then set it on the table and grabbed my glass of water. I swirled it around in the glass like it was wine and took a big sip.

Moments later I heard the front door open. Chandler came from around the corner. His expression was surprised, but happy.

"What's all this?" He asked as he set down his briefcase.

"I have some news," I grinned.

"Good news, I take it," Chandler grinned back.

"Definitely," I said, "Well...oh. I guess I was so focused on your reaction that I didn't plan out what I was gonna say...you know what?... I'll just come right out and say it. Honey......I'm pregnant."

Chandler's eyes widened slowly. He became unreadable. "Wha-what? I...I thought it was impossible. The doctors, they said-"

"They said it was very unlikely, but it could happen," I replied.

Chandler took a deep breath. "So what does this mean?" He asked.

"This means," I started, "that we're gonna have another baby," I smiled, and walked towards him, as he seemed a little tensed up, "I know it will be difficult, taking care of 3 babies, probably the hardest thing we've ever had to do. But I know we'll be able to do it. We've been able to conquer anything on our path," I held his hands, "So?...Are you in?"

His face eased and he smiled, "I'm in."

He pulled me in against his body, and held his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned in. He slowly pressed his lips against mine. I pressed harder, my grip on him tighter. Our lips were in-sync, holding on to one another and moving passionately to a quiet rhythm.

I pulled away slowly, the kiss still lingering on my lips. I looked into Chandler's eyes. His smile was soft and genuine. I buried my head in his chest and he cradled me in his arms. I closed my eyes.

"So, a baby," he started, "Oh my god she's gonna have OCD isn't she?!"

I pulled away and raised an eyebrow. "Or he's gonna be like you," I smirked, "Erica is already my cleanliness prodigy."

"Hey what's wrong with me?" He asked. My eyebrow stayed raised; I showed a slight smile. "Don't answer that," he backtracked.

"We'll love it whoever it decides to be. Who knows, maybe it will be the odd one out," I leaned in for a quick kiss, "Now come on, let's eat."

••••

Chandler put on some music, and we started dancing.

"We haven't done this in a while," I hummed into his chest.

"Yeah," He held me tighter, "We should do it more often."

We were hardly moving; only our hips were swaying to the music: The Way You Look Tonight.

I pulled my head out and gave him a slight kiss. That small kiss seemed to complete the moment. Until... he pulled himself in for more, which I didn't disagree to. His lips brushed against mine softly, but became more intense after each breath. My arms were around his neck, constricting as I pushed harder into his lips. His tongue massaged mine gently; we were at the climax of the kiss.

I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off, our lips still clinging. He slowly pulled up my shirt. The one second we weren't kissing felt like forever; I grabbed the sides of his face, gluing his lips to mine. I struggled to pull down my pants, and then I worked on his belt. His lips moved to my neck as he undid my bra. He pushed us onto the couch and we giggled. While I was catching my breath, he pulled down his pants. His mouth lingered about an inch from mine.

"I love you," he whispered into it.

"Forever?" I asked.

"Forever."

I closed the gap.