A/N: I wanted to get this finished and posted two or three days ago, but my life got really busy all of the sudden. I had this idea a couple weeks ago, and I'm glad I finally was able to get it written. It's basically "TOW Monica and Chandler's Wedding," only with the positive pregnancy test that Phoebe found actually being Monica's. There are some really cute Chandler bits in here that I absolutely loved writing, and part of this has Ross as the central character, which was especially fun since I haven't written him before. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends, but some dialogue is taken from "TOW Monica and Chandler's Wedding."

Monica looked down at the pregnancy test in her hands. There was no mistaking the little red plus sign. Positive.

Monica had always wanted a baby, and she knew that she would be a good mom, but this just wasn't the best day for the news. In less than twelve hours she was supposed to get married to Chandler, her wonderful fiancé, who happened to have a tendency to freak out in situations like this and who had already seemed a little weird at the rehearsal dinner the previous night. When he found out she was pregnant, on top of everything else, who knew what would happen. Chandler hadn't had a real freak out so far during their engagement, but Monica knew if ever there was a situation that would warrant one, this was it.

Monica took a deep breath, calming herself as she tried to figure out what to do. It was still very early, so none of her friends had seen her yet. For the briefest of moments, she thought of telling Rachel and Phoebe. She trusted them both completely, and she would have loved to have their opinions on the situation. But, almost immediately, she ruled that idea out. It was Chandler's baby, so Chandler had to be the first to know about this. She realized that news this big had the potential to destroy the wedding, but, at the same time, she knew that it wouldn't be fair to Chandler to tell him about it after the wedding; she had to do it before she met him at the end of the aisle. All she could do was hope that he wouldn't run away once she told him. She knew Chandler would make such an amazing father, but, with everything that had happened to him as a child and the terrible examples his parents had set for him, she knew he didn't feel ready to have kids yet.

He'll figure it out though, Monica thought to herself, optimistically. We'll have months before the baby comes to prepare for everything. It'll be okay.

Monica stood and tossed the pregnancy test in the trash. She decided she would take another one after the wedding to make sure it wasn't a false positive. That's assuming there's actually going to be a wedding, she added to herself, darkly, but then shook her head. Chandler was the only one she wanted to know about this today, so she had to act normal. She turned to the sink and splashed some water on her face. It was going to be a long day.

She left the bathroom and crept quietly back into her room to put on some shoes before she slipped over to Joey's to see Chandler. They had agreed not to see each other for the whole night and day leading up the wedding, but she thought that this was a good enough excuse to break that agreement.

As she was about to head back into the living room, she heard Phoebe's door open next to her and footsteps sound across the floor to the kitchen.

Monica stopped and decided to wait and see if Phoebe went back to her room. After a few minutes of relative silence, punctuated by small kitchen noises as, Monica assumed, Phoebe made herself coffee, Monica heard the apartment door open and Rachel's voice muffled by the door.

Monica sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to get away with sneaking off to see Chandler now that her closest friends were both awake and in the apartment, so she figured she should make an appearance and try to look as excited as possible. This was her wedding day after all; even the prospect of telling her freak-out-prone fiancé that she was pregnant couldn't take away all her excitement or even most of it.

"I'm getting married today!" she squealed, running out her bedroom door, her arms flailing, as she promptly tripped over her own feet and fell over.

Monica clutched her stomach quickly, for a moment scared that something could have happened to the baby, but then deciding everything was fine.

Her friends stared at her from the kitchen table, Rachel letting out a small gasp.

"Think I just cracked a rib," she covered for herself as the reason she had grabbed at her abdomen. "But I don't care, because today's my wedding day!" Monica clapped her hands together, half truly excited and half trying to act excited. "My day is finally here!" she raced back into her bedroom in the same manner she had exited it, minus the falling. She paused inside the room with the door closed for a second, catching her breath, as she decided that this was as good a time as any to start getting ready. Maybe her wanting to get ready would make Phoebe and Rachel decide to get dressed, which would give Monica the five minutes she needed to go see Chandler.

"I'm gonna start getting ready!" Monica said, opening the door excitedly, and then closing it almost immediately.

She listened at the door for her friends. Rachel's voice was getting louder, but Monica still couldn't make out anything she was saying. She heard Phoebe say something in reply, and then she heard a door close. Monica peaked out of her bedroom and realized it was just the bathroom they had gone into. She had no idea how much time that would leave her with. Monica sighed. Maybe a better idea would be to get ready as quickly as possible, so she could see Chandler after she finished. She closed her door and collapsed back on her bed, resting her hand on her stomach.

Right now there's probably a little person in there, she said to herself, amazed. She amused herself for a moment by picturing a teeny tiny Chandler inside her making sarcastic comments at her uterus. As shocked and scared as she was by this turn of events, Monica couldn't help but smile widely. She and Chandler were going to have a baby. Their very own baby.

Monica stared at the ceiling for a few more minutes, registering slightly the sounds of doors opening and closing in the apartment as it seemed Phoebe and Rachel were getting changed. She realized that her plan to sneak over to Joey's wouldn't have worked, as her two friends seemed to be going in and out of Phoebe's bedroom and the bathroom every few minutes without warning.

Eventually, Monica heard what she thought was the front door close, and she decided that she needed to start planning what she needed to do to get ready. If everything was done perfectly with her, that would be one less thing to think about when she was inevitably trying to calm down Chandler later.

She opened the door to her bedroom and saw that she was correct in assuming that Rachel and Phoebe were both out of the apartment. Well as soon as they get back, she told herself, rummaging through her makeup bag, I'm getting ready as fast as possible.

She heard the door open and close again, and Monica grabbed her bag and made her way over to Rachel who had just walked in. "Hey!" she said excitedly to her friend. "Okay, so, I thought we'd start with my makeup and then do my hair." She smiled completely genuinely, letting herself really get excited for her big day as she sat down at the table.

"Okay, uh, but before you do that, I need you to talk to me," Rachel said nervously, still standing.

Monica looked at her friend curiously. "About what?"

"Um," Rachel paused. "I'm never gonna get married!" she suddenly cried, placing her hand on her forehead.

Monica groaned internally. Really Rachel? she thought, knowing not to say anything like that out loud. Today of all days! She distracted herself quickly with her makeup bag. "Sure you will! The right guy's just around the corner!" Monica did genuinely believe this for her friend, but Rachel's timing was still annoying. "Okay are we done with that?" she asked her friend in a clipped tone.

"No, Monica! I'm serious!" Rachel continued. "Maybe I should just forget about it, become a lesbian or something."

Monica decided that the best course of action was not to humor her friend. It was her wedding day; she didn't have to deal with a complaining Rachel. "Any woman would be lucky to have you," she responded distractedly, pulling foundation and eye shadow out of her bag.

"Well maybe it would make me feel better if I slept with Joey," Rachel said, sadly.

This, Monica couldn't ignore. "Rachel, are you okay?" As someone who had wanted to sleep with Joey at the last wedding of someone in their group, Monica knew that this thought only came at a very low point.

Rachel shook her head in response as she began to talk. She missed having a boyfriend. She missed Tag and Ross. But then the mention of Ross led into yet another angry "we were on a break" centric Ross rant. Then came an in depth description of just how difficult it was for her to be alone.

"The nights are the hardest," Rachel said beside Monica at the table.

Monica was working very hard at not exploding at her friend. She had been worried about Rachel, but this was insane. She needed to get ready for her wedding, and, even more than that, she needed a chance to talk to Chandler.

"But then the day comes," Rachel continued, as though Monica was sitting there hanging on to her every word, "and that's every bit as hard as the night."

Monica rolled her eyes slightly at her friend, hoping that she would finally stop.

"And then the night comes again."

Monica had had enough. She clapped her hands together twice. "The days and the nights are hard, I get it! Okay? Look." Monica calmed down slightly, trying not to be too upset at her friend. "Um, Rachel, I'm sorry, I have to start getting ready! I'm getting married today!" She started packing all her makeup back in its bag.

"I know," Rachel replied, sullenly, "at dusk." She paused. "That's such a hard time for me."

"Okay, I'm gonna go put my makeup on. We have to be at the hotel in an hour!" Monica tried to impress upon Rachel the urgency of what was going on. At this rate, she knew that she probably wouldn't get to see Chandler until they made it to the hotel.

"Okay," Monica heard Rachel behind her, "wait!"

Monica turned, tired of her friend's nonsense with the days and the nights and how everything is so hard for her. "What?"

"Let's go to lunch," Rachel said, seriously.

Monica stared at her, her mouth falling open. "I can't go to lunch!"

"Right," Rachel replied, an odd look her on face.

Monica narrowed her eyes at her friend as she walked into the bathroom.

"Oh, good God, I've fallen down!" Monica heard Rachel from just outside the bathroom.

She came out to find her friend on the ground. Something was definitely up.

"What's going on?" Monica said staring down at her friend, her hands on her hips.

Rachel looked at her for a moment, and then sighed. "Okay." She picked herself up. "Alright, honey, listen, when I tell you what I'm about to tell you, I need you to remember that we are all here for you, and that we love you."

Monica grew worried. What could be so horrible that Rachel had spent a full hour going on and on about her problems just to hide it from her? "Okay, you're really freaking me out."

"We can't find Chandler," Rachel said finally, "'s vest. We can't find Chandler's vest."

Monica was torn between relief that nothing had happened to Chandler, since she really needed him to be okay before she told him the news, and a desire to freak out, because Chandler really needed his vest if this wedding was actually going to happen today.

"How can that be?" Monica launched into a small panicked rant. "Wait, wait, are you serious?"

Before Rachel could answer, Phoebe walked in, her hands raised trying to calm Monica down. "Found the vest. I mean we're going to have to keep an eye on it, you know, make sure we don't lose it again." She nodded to her friends.

"Ah," Rachel replied, evidently relieved.

"Oh, wow," Monica said, letting out a breath. "Okay, don't scare me like that, okay!" She pointed at Phoebe, letting herself laugh. Everything was okay for now. "I mean, for a minute there, I was like 'oh my God, the worst had happened!'" She kept laughing, high fiving Rachel and returning to the bathroom. Inside she breathed a more serious sigh of relief. Nothing was going to ruin her big day except the baby news, and that, at least, she could control.

Several hours later found Monica changing into her wedding dress with help from Rachel and her mother. Phoebe sat in the adjacent room trying to ease the tension between Chandler's parents that sat with her. Monica hadn't found a single moment to herself from when Phoebe came in with the news about Chandler's vest up to this point. She had casually asked about Chandler before they left the apartment, but had been informed that he and Ross had already left. She honestly had no idea how she was going to tell Chandler about the baby.

"Here comes the bride!" Monica's mother said, stepping out into the other room with Rachel before Monica walked through the doorway.

Phoebe gasped loudly, as she and both of Chandler's parents stood, all oooing and ahhing.

"I wanna wear this everyday!" Monica said truthfully, loving the way she looked in the dress.

"You look so beautiful," Rachel said, thankfully having dropped the "I'm never going to get married" façade after Chandler's vest was found.

Monica looked around at everyone. "I'm so happy for me!" she said, tearing up slightly at the thought of both the wedding and the baby.

Everyone laughed, clearly all happy for her as well.

She glanced at the clock. Less than an hour until the wedding. She shook her head, thinking. How am I going to tell Chandler?

Chandler stood in front of the mirror as Ross helped him put on his jacket.

"There you go!" his friend said to him, a forced calm atmosphere in the air that Chandler knew was to keep him from freaking out again. "You put on a tuxedo! Now that wasn't so scary, was it?" Ross was talking to him as though he were a small child.

Chandler was still on the verge of running screaming from the room, but he answered Ross's question honestly. "No."

Ross looked at him with what Chandler was sure was a somewhat insincere empathy. "I'm telling you, just a little bit at a time!" he said, referring to the strategy that had gotten Chandler out of his office, back to Joey's apartment, and, eventually, over to the hotel.

"Yeah, okay, well what's the next little bit?" Chandler asked, having been able to handle everything Ross asked of him so far.

Ross paused for a moment before answering. "Getting married."

Chandler gasped for air as Ross tried to calm him down.

"Okay, okay, but you can, you can do that too, just like you've done everything else." Ross looked at him imploringly.

Chandler stared at his friend. Maybe this would be okay. "Yeah, you're right. I, I can do that."

"Yeah!" Ross said, relief evident in his voice.

"Okay, excuse me for a minute," Chandler replied, trying to move past Ross and leave the hotel room. He may have just said that he could actually get married in less than an hour, but he knew that, no matter what, he definitely needed a cigarette.

"Wha-, wha-, hey, wha-, where you going?" Ross said worriedly, moving to block the door.

"Ross, I'm not gonna run away again," Chandler said seriously. "I just wanna get a little fresh air."

"Okay," Ross nodded at him.

"Okay," Chandler echoed, exiting the hotel room and surreptitiously pulling a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

"Oh, fresh air!" he said to the empty hallway as he exhaled smoke.

Suddenly he heard Rachel and Phoebe's voices coming down the hotel hallway. They couldn't see him smoking! He thought for a moment of retreating to his room, but Ross would be just as judgmental as Phoebe and Rachel. Thinking quickly, he popped into the room which held the ice machine as his two friends walked by.

"I mean there's no way Joey's gonna make it in time," Chandler heard Rachel say through the door.

Monica's not gonna like that, he thought quickly as Rachel continued.

"So I'm gonna go through the hotel and see if there's any other weddings going on."

"Okay," Phoebe's voice answered her. "Oh, but don't tell them that Monica's pregnant, cause they frown on that!"

"Okay," Rachel answered, and Chandler heard the women separate and walk in opposite directions down the hallway.

Chandler opened the door and stared out, his cigarette hanging forgotten in his mouth. Had Phoebe just said that Monica was pregnant? Pregnant? Monica? Chandler stared at the wall, not seeing what was in front of him as he began smoking rapidly. He wasn't ready to be a dad! He didn't know the first thing about being a parent. Ross and Phoebe had convinced him earlier that he could marry Monica and make it work, but this was completely different. A baby? He would be responsible for the life of a tiny person. Chandler was terrified by the thought.

He looked at the door to the hotel room in which he was sure Ross was just starting to wonder where he was, and he decided it was now or never if he wanted to get away from his helpful, though somewhat overbearing, best man. So Chandler started walking down the hallway the same direction Rachel had left the moment before, heading to the lobby.

Chandler reached into his pocket to grab another cigarette as he walked down the stairwell, trying to avoid anyone he knew who might be on the elevator. But, fingering the pack, he discovered it was empty. Stopping on a landing, Chandler hurriedly removed the pack from his pocket and found that he had been correct; he was out of cigarettes. Chandler leaned against the wall for support. How was he supposed to do this if he couldn't even smoke?

Chandler loosened his tie nervously, trying to figure out where he could get cigarettes. The gift shop! he realized suddenly, racing down the last couple flights of steps and opening the door that led to the lobby.

He crossed the lobby, throwing furtive glances all around him to make sure he wasn't seen, and then stepped quickly into the gift shop. He spotted cigarettes by the counter, and began to stride purposefully over to them, but, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that made him stop.

There was a small display of baby clothes on one of the gift shop shelves. His eyes were drawn to a onesie that proclaimed "I *heart* New York." He held it up in front of him. It was so tiny. How could something this small ever be scary? he thought to himself. Monica and I are more than a match for a little guy like this. Chandler smiled to himself. Maybe I can be a dad.

Chandler suddenly realized that he could never abandon Monica with something like this. He loved her so much, and she loved him. He knew she needed his support. I should buy this for her and give it to her so she knows that I'm not freaking out about everything, he thought, the idea coming to him quickly.

Chandler found a small gift bag and took that and the onesie to the checkout counter. He stared longingly at the cigarettes for a moment, but he knew that Monica hated it when he smoked, and he didn't want to give her something else to worry about. The wedding and the baby were enough without adding Chandler smoking to the list.

After paying, Chandler put the onesie in the bag and grinned down at it. He was going to be a dad. He walked back across the lobby and pushed the button for the elevator, planning on going back to his room to wait until he would finally be able to marry the woman he loved more than anything in the world, the woman who was going to have their baby.