Passport to Love

Campus Life

They were comfortably set in each others embrace. Monica was fast asleep but Chandler's heart kept racing; keeping him up. He couldn't tell Monica, she'd panic. God, what if she was pregnant right now? She was carrying his child. They were going to be parents! Wait, can it happen that fast?

All these questions and possibilities were swimming around Chandler's head.

Looking down at her form resting in his arms he couldn't help but stare as she slept peacefully. God, she was gorgeous. The way her body fit perfectly against his reminded him that she was his perfect match. Or as others might say, the missing piece to his puzzle. It doesn't take much for Chandler to stop and admire his girlfriend like this. Just thinking about her makes his heart jump. She's sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, loving...he could go on forever if time would let him. He just didn't have a word to explain why his heart wouldn't skip a beat over her?

She sighed in her sleep, snuggling closer to him as she wasn't ready to wake up just yet.

"I love you so much." He whispered "Whatever challenges we face I will never leave you."

His sight slowly started to fade out as his eye lids closed soundly. And he too, was asleep.

The sounds of a wailing coming off the monitor woke him in an instant. The fact that they were young and most of the time helpless of what to do, scared Chandler most of all. With them having to find a small apartment so soon had their paychecks cut in half every Friday night. He found a part-time job in the city where he would rush to each day after school to help pay the cost of rent. Monica ended up quitting her job in order to stay with the baby. Lucky, they had a nursery on campus of NYU where she would take him while she had classes to attend.

Pulling the comforter back, careful not to wake Monica, Chandler slipped out.

She is a terrific mom. Putting off so much to give the baby her full time attention was something Chandler always expected in a mother..a wife. The sudden change of direction on her "list" wasn't something she asked for; but was willing to make room to fit in her schedule.

With the late night feedings and the early diaper changes, he didn't know how she did it. But it was a miracle they got this far.

The cries became louder the closer he got. Not wasting another moment as he quietly pushed the door opened to reveal the small nursery inside and the baby awaiting his father. "Hey there little guy..." Chandler cooed softly, taking the infant in his hands, his cries immediately subsided instantly when recognizing the embrace of his fathers arms.

Unfortunately the smell didn't.

"Looks like someone blew a bomb." He grabbed a diaper, some wipes and the mat.

They didn't have enough money to worry about the bigger things that only benefited the parent when bending down to change their baby. They didn't purchase any playpen or one of those high efficient strollers, they didn't have a highchair and they didn't have a changing table. Why would they need any of that when they can just hold the baby?

Sitting down, with his legs spread wide, Chandler set the infant down carefully on the changing mat. "Here we go..." Placing his hand gently on the baby's stomach so he didn't roll over, something he learned to do recently, Chandler grabbed a wipe with his free hand. "Sooner or later you're going to have to wipe your own tosh because daddy won't always be up at 5 in the morning." He teased as he handed the baby a small rattle to keep him occupied and still as Chandler changed out diapers.

Wrapping up the dirty diaper when he was finished, Chandler moved his baby boy onto his stomach. Watching carefully, he stood up to dispose of the dirty one. "Alright kiddo, let's see if we can get a couple more hours of sleep out of you..." Chandler said, pretty tired himself as he turned around to pick up the toddler. When he found his 7 month old baby on his hands and knees he got that gut feeling in his stomach.