Monica wanted nothing more than to run back into the apartment and hig Chandler, let his lips make her forget any of this ever happened. But she couldn't. She was mad and she had to prove her point, that's who she was. So she went to her parents.

"I'm not in the mood for your criticizing," she told her mom, upon the door being opened.

"Well hello to you, too."

"Can I just stay here tonight, no questions asked?" Monica looked at her mother, with pleading eyes.

"Of course," Mrs. Geller uncharacteristically pulled Monica into a hug.

Neither Monica nor Chandler slept that night. Chandler called Monica's cell and she didn't pick up the first time. The second time, she picked up just to tell him she was fine and he didn't need to worry and hung up before he could respond or she could get emotional.

She cried herself to sleep and kept waking up in the middle of the night.

The next morning Monica's dad made her breakfast.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"Is it Chandler?"

She nodded. "He remembered everything."

"Well that's great!" Mr. Geller smiled.

"No," she looked down. "He remembered like a week ago and didn't tell me."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but if he had told me then I wouldn't have had to worry so much about his reaction to the baby. I mean-"

"The baby?" his eyes went wide.

"Oh," Monica bit her lip. "We're kind of having a baby. I found out a few days ago."

"That's great, honey!" he smiled big and hugged her too tight.

"Yeah," she grinned a little. "But Chandler... I'm just mad at him."

"But you're having a baby! You should be happy. Don't worry about the bad stuff now, go back to your apartment and celebrate!"

"I guess you're right," Monica admitted. "Thanks, Dad. I love you."

And after one last hug, Monica was out the door.

She approached her apartment and hesitantly opened the door.

"Chandler?" she called out.

"Mon?" he ran out of the bedroom. "I'm so sorry."

They pulled each other closer.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off. Let's just forget about this. Forget it ever happened."

"I agree," he kissed her. His lips brushed hers and she clung to him, moaning as their tongues tangled together.

He lifted her shirt to run his hand against her back, her fingers squeezed his neck. They made their way to the bedroom, not breaking from the kiss, and he pushed her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, about to continue the kiss, but stopped suddenly to rest his chin on her stomach.

"So you're really pregnant?" he asked, amazed.

She nodded, still breathless.

"Wow," he said, tracing his fingers around her bare waist.

"We're really having a baby."

"I can't wrap my head around that. It just doesn't seem real," he sighed.

"I know what you mean."

"How are we going to tell everyone all of this?"

"I don't know. Let's not think about the right now," she suggested.

Monica pulled Chandler's lips to her lips. She wanted him, she couldn't remember a time she'd wanted him more. Okay maybe in London... But this was so different. They were married. Having a baby. Starting their own little family.

As he kissed down her jaw she whispered the three words she had never said with this much truth, "I love you."

A/N: I just realized that basically every fic I write includes Monica being pregnant. I just really like Mondler babies and I'm upset they didn't have a biological kid on the show. So anyway, review, tell me what you think. I think I might end it here, but I can add another chapter or two if you guys tell me to.