Ah, it's finally here: The first chapter to my very first fic.

This story starts about three to four weeks after Mondler's engagement and will go on from there. This isn't a usual Mondler pregnancy story. It's a little different. I can tell that Richard will show up…and more surprises are coming. :D

And I don't own Friends, unfortunately.

So, please review and give me your honest opinion about this.

Here we go. I hope you'll enjoy the first chapter. :)

Silent Surprise

Chapter One

Monica lay in his arms. In his loving, gentle arms. In his arms, which were owned by her for the rest of her life.

He was asleep, and so was Monica until she woke up feeling nauseous. Her stomach was aching, and she felt like throwing up. She rolled out of his arms slowly and glanced at the watch. 4:26 in the morning.

Monica rose and went to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet, and threw up once. She waited for a little while but quickly started feeling better.

It's been awhile since that happened, she thought. Hopefully, it doesn't come again.

Monica rose, washed her face and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. She went back to their bedroom and saw Chandler lying there, still asleep. She smiled to her sleeping man and got back under the covers.

"Honey, what was that?" he suddenly mumbled.

"Oh, you were awake," Monica said. "Sorry that I woke you up. And nothing, I just felt a little sick. But I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. But this woman at work told me her whole family is sick, except her. Stomach flu or something, so if I get worse, it's nothing serious. But I feel fine now."

"Good."

He put his arms around her, and they fell asleep again.

"Hi, guys!" Joey said as he entered Chandler and Monica's apartment where they all were, except Ross.

"Hi," the others said.

"I just came to ask: how are you, Mon? Are you still feeling sick?" he asked and frowned.

"Joey, you don't need an excuse to come here to eat. You haven't needed one in years," Monica said and grinned.

Joey gave a little offended face. "Fine. But are you still okay, Mon?" he asked as he walked to the fridge.

"Yeah, totally," she said and nodded.

"You've been throwing up for three days now. I wouldn't call that being okay," Chandler said. She had thrown up five times during three days. She wasn't nauseous at all now. It was just the night and the small hours. She hated being sick, and she hated to admit it. But she was pretty sure it was nothing serious.

"Monica, why don't you just go and see a doctor?" Rachel asked, looking a little worried.

"Don't think I haven't suggested that," Chandler said.

"You're way too worried. It's nothing, probably just a stomach flu or something," Monica said. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"Well, take a day off. You don't want to spread that thing to other people," Rachel said.

"And still you're all eating breakfast I made," she said with a grin. "But fine, I'll call them."

"Okay, kids. I have to go to work. See ya'll when I get back," Chandler said and rose from his chair. "Bye, babe. Try to get some rest," he said and kissed Monica on the forehead.

"Bye," she and the other girls said.

"I have to go, too. I have an audition today, and I need to get a bald wig," Joey said and left the apartment after Chandler. The girls shared a look but wished him luck.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna call to work now," Monica said with a sigh. She took the phone, selected the number and went to the window.

"Poor Mon. I know how she hates being sick. I hope I don't get that flu," Rachel said to Phoebe. Phoebe smirked and took a sip from her juice.

"What?" Rachel frowned and looked at Phoebe.

"Are you sure it's a flu?" Phoebe said quietly.

"I don't know. What do you mean?" Rachel asked, confused.

Phoebe took a second before answering. "Um…nothing," she said quickly and rose from her seat.

Rachel looked at Monica by the window, then back at Phoebe. "What? Tell me now!" she whispered loudly. "Hurry up, she's coming!"

Phoebe glanced at Monica who hung up, put the phone down and went to the bathroom. She turned back to Rachel. "She's so pregnant!" she whispered.

"What? What are you talking about? No, she's not," Rachel said in disbelief, shaking her head. Why would she think that?

"Come on! She's not worrying about that 'flu' at all! It's obviously morning sickness!"

"Every time she's ill, she always denies it. And how do you know if it's morning sickness?" Rachel was sure Monica would've told her about her pregnancy.

"She hasn't thrown up once when we've been here," Phoebe said, "and we're not here early in the morning."

Am I a detective or what? she thought.

Rachel's eyes widened. "No! She can't be!" she said in shock.

"Who can't be what?" Monica asked calmly, coming back to the kitchen.

Rachel and Phoebe shared a look. Rachel rose from her seat, shaking her head. She started to smile when tears suddenly came to her eyes.

"Congratulations!" she screamed and hugged Monica tight.

"We're so happy for you guys," Phoebe said and hugged her, too. It was touching to see their best friend going through something so amazing. She was getting married and having a baby; her dreams were coming true. Their best friend was pregnant with their other best friend's baby.

Monica looked confused. "You might be four weeks late but…thanks?" she said, referring to the engagement.

"What? No, no! Well, yes, but we mean your baby!" Phoebe said anxiously.

"What?" Monica said and frowned.

"Honey, we know you're pregnant! You don't have to hide it anymore," Rachel said and hugged her again.

"What? What makes you think I'm pregnant?" Monica said, looking down at her belly.

I can't look fat in this shirt!

"You're not?" Rachel asked and wiped her tears.

"No, I'm not! Why would you think I am?" Monica said as she crossed her arms.

"Well…Phoebe said you're having morning sickness," Rachel said quietly and pointed slightly at Phoebe.

Monica looked over at Phoebe. "What? I am not having morning—," Monica started before she stopped her sentence. A stunned expression rose on her face. "Oh, my God! I am having morning sickness!"

I hope you liked it. :) Much didn't happen, but it will. I must say, I don't know almost anything about pregnancy, but Google helped me—yay! :D But there's probably some weird stuff. If it bothers you, tell me about it.

And like I said, this is my first fic so please let me know if I'm insanely talented or if I suck more than… well, something very bad. Thanks. :)

Written by: Sweet Sugarrrush
Edited by: Blunz