Based off the movie The Switch. This idea came from Mondlercrazy0508. This is, once again, a Mondler fic :) So take note; there will be lots of fluff...when the time comes. Not all the friends are going to be in this fic for now. It's just going to Monica and Chandler to start off with. Occasionally Rachel and Joey too, but not much from Phoebe or Ross.

Monica lives in a house in the suburbs while Chandler lives in his same apartment.

It was another Autumn day in New York where the birds were chirping and the sun was shinning. Although it was a beautiful day, Chandler Bing was thinking of the worst things in life. Being rushed, late, riding the bus everyday to and from work. Not being able to say what you feel when you feel it. Hiding behind that shadow of life; afraid to show the true you.

Once you find that special someone there is always one thing that makes them resistible. Bad teeth, bad breath, crazy cat lady, giddy, alcoholic; no matter what the reason, you always have someone else. Someone that you think about everyday and see everyday. But you know that they don't feel the same way about you. At least that was the way Chandler's life was.

Chandler crossed the street and hurried, as he was late once again, to the near by coffee shop. It was packed every morning as he rushed in only to be moved back towards the door as others were working their way out.

Chandler sighed and looked over at the table where she waited.

Monica rested her elbow on the table and looked up at Chandler. She waved him over and rolled her eyes. Chandler was late every morning when they would meet.

He walked over to Monica and sat down across from her.

They were in the middle of their breakfast as Monica tried to comfort Chandler from the man that stands on the street corner and picks on people walking by until they are out of sight.

"You are not a medium eye little man child." She told him

"Boy." He corrected "And it gets worst. I am a medium eyed little man boy that shouldn't be wearing sweater vest." Chandler said looking down to what he was wearing that day.

"He was a mentally ill man standing on a street corner." Monica pointed out

"Exactly. They know what they are talking about." He said

"I can't believe this stuff even bothers you."

"It does."

"Now I have some news. Can I-I wanna show you." Monica started trying to get Chandler back to reality.

He nodded listening "Oh, wait. First look at this. Check this out." Chandler pulled out his phone and handed it across the table to Monica

"What is it?" She asked looking over it.

"I seem to have a growth..." He told her

"Oh my God." Monica looked away and gave him back his phone "Will you grow up."

Chandler laughed seeing Monica's reaction. "This is serious. This is my health."

Monica shook her head and pulled out a newspaper from her purse showing it to Chandler "You see this?"

"Yeah, it looks like a stock meter." He said looking over the graph.

"Exactly." Monica said "So if you were to tell someone how to handle their stock what would you say, hold or sell?"

"Sell. It's going down."

"I know. Now this is what a fertility looks like after a certain age."

Chandler looked at her lost now, not knowing where she was going with this.

Monica put the paper down "So I would like you to be the first to know." She took a deep breath "I'm having a baby."

Chandler looked up at her from his food "You're pregnant?" He asked shocked

"No." She shook her head "Not yet. But I'm working on it." She smiled "I went to the Doctor and she said everything was fine, great. And that my cervical mucus is gorgeous."

"Thanks for that."

"And she started to bring up things about timing." She said watching him eat "And I just kept thinking, why wait? So I was thinking about a sperm donor."

Chandler looked back up at her "A sperm donor?"

Monica nodded "Yeah."

"No, no you don't want to do that." He shook his head

"Yes I do. I do want to do this. I can do this." She corrected "I got a great job down at the network and I figured, I don't need a man to have a baby."

"Technically you do." He said "What is all this about anyway. Is this about Pete?"

"This has nothing to do with Pete. But thank you for bringing it up."

"Look Mon, I'm just saying are you sure this is what you want? You won't even know the guy. It could be some mask murderer or some fat guy still living in his moms basement."

"I just don't want to wait any longer. The longer I wait the more harder it will be to have a baby." Monica sighed "Chandler I want to do this, I need to do this."

"Fine, it's your decision. I can't stop you."

"Thank you, you are such a great friend." Monica smiled "But I do need one favor." She pleaded

Chandler looked up at her nervous of what it might be.

"So are you going to be serviced? Read resumes?" Chandler asked as they sat on the bus across from each other "All that stuff is crap. You know I once heard about this women who went to a sperm bank and got some...stuff, it was from a famous athlete. Turned out to be from a homeless guy."

"You did not hear that."

"Kid turned out homeless she tried to sue and she lost."

Monica shook her head "You just made all of that up."

"Did I?"

"Why are you even on this bus?"

Chandler got up and moved next to her "Because we aren't done talking about this."

"Chandler, I don't have time. I have so many interviews coming up from this and I only have one that I am prepared for."

"Now what's wrong with my sperm?" He asked looking at her ignoring what she just said

Monica raised her eye brows at him "Your sperm?"

He shrugged "They work?" He said "And you know me, you know my medical history."

"Yeah but we're best friends. Wouldn't that be weird?"

Chandler looked down "Yeah, I guess so. I understand."

"It's not that I don't want your sperm. It'll just be a little weird. Seeing a mini you running around."

"You are in the friend zone now Chandler." Joey told him as Chandler finished telling him about his morning with Monica "You became friends with her, comforted her when things went wrong."

"Yeah, and which one of your past girlfriends told you that?" Chandler asked walking back to his office.

"I used a little bit from each of them." He confessed

"Yeah that's what I thought."

"Hey what was with that email this morning? What was that a picture of, your armpit?"

"I told you I thought I had a growth spurt." He said "And was that an armpit?"

"I hope so."

That's the end of chapter one :) Please review

Here it is...I am on chapter 5 of this story, I have another story that I am on chapter 7 of, and another one that I just started and am on chapter 2. I am so messed up, school starts in less than a week and when that comes I will be writing less. (That is why I tried writing most of the chapters before) I can't wait anymore and need to post. This is where you come in, the more you review the fast I will post. I am thinking about posting two of my stories now and see where that leads me, but that could mean that I would leave one longer than the other before updating...

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