"This is your fault! Take responsibility!" Chandler screamed as he threw the pregnancy stick onto the table in between them. Chris huffed and crossed his arms, his chest rising up and down heavily.

"My fault?! Since when was it MY FAULT!" Chris screamed back, putting more meaning onto the words. "Since when is it my fault that you decided to get pregnant?"

"I can't help getting pregnant. We just decided to have sex, that YOU wanted, when my egg dropped."

"That I wanted? That I wanted? Stop making yourself the victim and be a man about it. We both wanted it and if you didn't want it, then we wouldn't even have had it."

"You decided to not wear a condom."

"And you decided to not take the pill."

They were both even now, glaring at each other. They didn't know if it was going to get physical, Chris secretly hoped that they wouldn't. He could never forgive himself for hitting a pregnant person. Chandler was the first to move, going up to the table, taking the ring off his finger, and placing it on the table.

"This isn't going to work out. When this creature is born, I'll tell you so you can see them. But I can't deal with this right now." Chandler spoke, tears clouding his vision and falling down his cheeks. Chris sighed and took off his ring too, placing it on the table next to Chandler's. He placed his hand onto Chandler's and he immediately yanked his hand from underneath.

"I told you, Chris. I can't deal with this right now. I don't want your pity lies. I'm done. I've been done for eight years now." He said the last part quietly, turning his back to Chris. Chris gasped quietly and leaned back against the counters, aching to reach out and hold him.

"Chandler..., we've been dating for twelve years and married for seven. You're telling me that you weren't happy the whole time were engaged and married?" Chris asked, his heart heaving. Chandler nodded, his throat closing up. Chris's breath hitched and he stared intensely at the back of his head. "Why did you say yes?"

"To make you happy." Chandler responded, crossing his arms across his chest. Chris pursed his lips together and thought back to when they first met, all those years ago.

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"Hey. Mind if I sit here?" The young Chandler asked. Chris nodded, pushing around his food on his tray. His mow-hack was still overgrown and his side part was past his eyebrows. Chandler didn't look too hot himself, with his buzz cut making his look bald and his thick eyebrows not helping.

"Haven't seen you around. What's your name?" Chris asked, looking at the boy. Chandler licked his spoon clean of the yogurt and dipped it back into the container.

"Chandler. My family just moved here. Yours?" Chandler asked. Chris picked up his milk carton and drank from it.

"Chris." He replied. Chandler nodded, glancing over to Chris's untouched food.

"Food's not the greatest here, is it?" Chandler joked, indicating the almost soup like mashed potatoes. Chris snorted, mixing the mashed potatoes with the mystery meat they had.

"Are we even sure this is food?" Chandler laughed, dipping his spoon again into the container.

"Want me to bring you something tomorrow?" Chandler asked. Chris looked up and stared at him, not believing him.

"Y-yeah. Thanks." Chris answered, smiling gently at him. Chandler nodded and finished his yogurt, pushing the container away from him. Chandler caught Chris's stare and they both looked away, cheeks tinted pink.

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"You only said yes to make me... happy?" Chris broke the silence, inching towards Chandler. He nodded, turning around and his chest collided with Chris's. He stepped back and wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Chris looked down, ashamed. He cleared his throat, making Chandler jump a little.

"I-I think I'm going to leave," Chris whispered, brushing past Chandler to grab his wallet and keys. Chandler lowered his head, not saying anything. Chris gathered his stuff and went to the door. Chandler heard a soft click before falling to his knees and bending over, letting the tears run down his face.

All of the pain from eight years was finally let out but he didn't feel happy or relieved, he felt numb. He had a growing pit in his stomach of guilt for letting him walk away and not fighting through the misery, otherwise, they wouldn't have been in this situation. Chris would still be here, hugging the living daylights out of Chandler over the news of him being pregnant. But now, he had no one. No one to comfort him, no one to talk to him, no one to give the feet rubs, no one to be there for him. He was alone now.

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Chandler breathed out a sigh and rubbed his stomach, tapping it gently to a rhythm. He was on his twenty-third hour of labor and the babies still showed no sign of wanting to leave. Chris was in the cafeteria getting some food for himself and Chandler. He only thought it was fair to invite him to see the birth of his children.

He inhaled sharply and his other hand squeezed the handlebar of the bed, letting the contraction wash over him. He hummed a groan, his back already sore from carrying two weights for nine months and his stomach muscles being stretched out. He panted, the contraction finally losing up.

Where was Chris when he needed him? When he got hurt, Chris was nowhere in sight, but when he was in pain, Chandler was there comforting him. He was done. Just done with Chris. Done with the whole world. He held back his tears and let out an audible gasp as he heard a soft pop and water gushed down his legs. The bedsheets underneath got soaked in the fluid but he didn't care. He was more worried about the babies who were now putting heavy pressure on him, making him want to cry out. He has been waiting for this moment but now, he wished they would've stayed.

He shrieked as a new contraction washed over him, being more intense than the last ones. His hands shakily reached out to grab the remote to call for a nurse. He grunted and groaned, feeling like he was in his mid-fifties while he rolled onto his back, trying to fight the contractions but failing. Chandler tried to calm himself down but he knew he couldn't do it by himself. He needed someone and was ashamed of admitting this, but he needed Chris.

The nurse entered the room, saw Chandler's situation, and knew what to do before even opening his mouth. He rushed to set up the supplies and propped up Chandler's legs, feeling around his stomach.

"10cm. You can start pushing whenever you want to." The nurse instructed, cleaning off the supplies. Chandler panted, mustering up the energy he had to push out the babies. Oh, he wished Chris was here to hold his hand and give him soft words of encouragement to help him push.

2 1/2 hours later...

Chandler felt his eyelids grow heavy but he fought to keep them open just so he could watch the two beautiful babies sleep in his arms. They both yawned and covered their mouths, staying fast asleep. Chris still hasn't come back and it's been over 3 hours.

His mind started to think about the worst of the situation, that Chris has left him. That he left him because he couldn't take being a father. Tears stung at his eyes as they filled up, a sob bubbling up in his throat. He forced it down, not wanting to scare his children and hear their cries. He leaned back his head as he breathed out a sigh and closed his eyes. He was so tired, physically and mentally. He wanted someone to be there with him, to help him with the babies because he knew he wouldn't survive raising two children on his own.

He then heard the soft click of the door and he opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the tall figure in the room. He had a bag in his hand and he heard the contents in the bag clink together as it hit the floor.

"You had the babies?" Chris asked, walking towards him and the babies, covering the room in three strides. Chandler nodded and looked down at the babies, shifting them a little in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He heard Chris say. He looked up and tightened his lips, tears flooding his eyes. A tiny whimper made him look down. The baby in his right arm had its eyes open and its bottom lips quivered. Chandler didn't know what to do, his hands and arms were full. He looked at Chris for help and he caught his gaze, nodding. He went over to the other side of the bed and put his hands around the swaddled baby. Chandler let him take them and he picked them up, cradling them close to his chest.

"It's okay, shh shh." He hushed, bouncing the baby lightly. He watched him with the baby as Chris slowly fell in love with the baby. The baby calmed down and cooed at him before closing their eyes.

He pushed himself up and pulled the bassinet with his free hand, placing the baby that was cradled in his arms. His gaze lay on his ex-husband, who was walking around the room with their child. He looked over at his other child, who had on a soft pink hat with a swaddle printed with baby footprints. He looked over at him again and saw he was coming towards the bassinet which held the baby's sister.

"Where were you?" Chandler asked when Chris was placing the baby, who had on the same swaddle but a blue hat on his head, into the bassinet. He stiffed up, not wanting to answer that question. Looking up and to left, he stared at Chandler with pity.

"You were out with someone." Chris raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to get himself out of this situation but Chandler waved him off, jutting his hips around to try and get comfortable.

"Chris, I'm fine. How are they?" Chris released a sigh of relief and sat down at the foot of the bed. He started talking about his date, a 5'5 brunette girl with earth-green eyes. Dimples in her cheeks when she smiles hard and some teeth crooked but that made her smile even cuter, he said. While he babbled on about the girl, he found himself bringing Chandler's feet into his lap and rubbing the swollen skin. Chandler noticed but didn't say anything.

It hurt Chandler a little when he started talking about someone new and how he moved on so fast from him. Nonetheless, it made him happy that he found someone to be happy for.

"Does she know about the situation?" Chandler asked, cracking his knuckles as he glanced over at the bassinet. The babies were scooted closer to each other than they were when they put them down. The girl was wide awake next to her brother who was going in and out of sleep.

"Yes she does and she's supportive. She said she would like to meet them and I told her that wasn't even born yet. She seemed surprised at it but didn't say anything else. Oh yeah, she gave me a present to give to the babies when they were born." He got up and went over to the bag he dropped onto the floor earlier.

"She got two onesies, pacifiers, bottles, and socks." He handed the items as he listed them off to Chandler, who pouted at the items. It was sweet of her to give him the items for the twins since both of them have a lack of supplies for both of them.

"Tell her thank you." He nodded and placed the bag by his feet. He sat down by his legs and placed his hand on his kneecap. Chandler smiled faintly and remembered how it used to be when they were still together when he was sick.

"You fine with me being with her right? If not, I can back away." Chris asked. Chandler shook his head and sat up, placing a hand on his shoulder. He met Chris's gaze, their gazes melting into one.

"No no. I'm not married to you anymore, so I can't tell you that you shouldn't date her." Chandler mumbled, looking down. He felt Chris's thumb fo under his chin and lift his head.

"But you're still my friend, Chandler. Didn't matter if we got married or we had the twins, I'll still be there for you." He jutted his bottom lip out and put his arms out. Chris nodded and wrapped his arms around him, feeling Chandler do the same.

"God, I miss you." Chris whispered, kissing Chandler's cheek. Chandler melted against his body, hearing a soft sigh come from the bassinet.

"I miss you too," Chandler whispered back, squeezing him before letting go of him. He smiled softly at him and patted his hand.

"You want to hold one of the babies?" Chandler asked, gesturing over to the babies. Chris nodded and got up, looking over at them.

"I'll hold my daughter this time." He said, leaning down to pick her up. Chandler watched him quietly, letting Chris figure out how to pick her up and hold her. She squirmed in her swaddle, wanting to break free. Walking around the room, he watched as Chris enter his little world he seemed to notice he enter when he held his children.

He leaned forward and moved his legs to where it was hanging off the bed, and forced himself up. He wobbled a little on his legs, holding onto the railing of the bed to keep himself up. He knew Chris wouldn't notice him, so he could go get his hospital bag without interruption. Walking slowly, he grabbed any object to his side to get him across the room to where his bag sat. He sighed with relief once he saw the ugly uncomfortable chair in the room, knowing he placed the bag beside it. He sat down in the chair with difficulty and put the bag between his feet, unzipping the smaller compartment.

"Hey, how'd you get there?" He heard Chris say, lifting his head. He smiled, looking back down to search for the item he was looking for.

"You didn't know I could teleport?" Chandler sarcastically spoke, finally finding the object he was looking for. He motioned for Chris to come to him with the baby. Chris nodded and walked towards him, cradling the baby close to him.

"I've been meaning to do this." Chandler spoke, putting the swaddle over his shoulder. He gently placed the baby on his legs after taking her away from Chris, unwrapping the hospital swaddle from her body. She squirmed around and started to whine, the cold air hitting her body. He picked her up and placed her onto his chest, using one arm to hold her up. He fiddled with the swaddle he brought, placing it onto his lap on top of the hospital swaddle. He places her on top of it, wrapping her up loosely.

"First baby done, another one to go." Chandler spoke softly, picking her up, kissing her forehead, and handing her back to Chris. He took her and cradled her, kissing her forehead softly.

"Do you want me to go get the boy?" Chris asked as he went back over to the bassinet. He placed her down there next to her brother and watched them bond. Chandler sighed as he moved back, placing his hand on his unflattened stomach. He closed his eyes as he felt a migraine take over his head.

"If he's up." Chandler spoke, opening his eyes to grab his swaddle. Chris looked down at his son and shook his head, walking back over to Chandler.

"He's still sleeping. I'll wrap him when he wakes up." Chandler nodded and yawned, closing his eyes for a second before opening them up again. Chris felt bad he was staying up just to talk to him.

"How about I bring you back to the bed so you can sleep? I know you're tired." Chandler nodded and put his arms out. Chris went to his left side and wrapped an arm around his torso, letting Chandler wrap his arm around his shoulders to have something to grip. Chris slowly lifted him, listening to his breathing to hear if he takes a sharp intake of breath. Once he got him to his feet, they started walking to the bed.

Halfway across the room, a knock interrupted the silence. Chris looked back at the door and saw the doorknob didn't turn.

"Come in." He called out, turning his head back to focus on getting Chandler into the bed.

"Hey, hon." Chandler felt Chris's body freeze when he heard that voice. His girlfriend was there but how did she know what room they were in?

"Hey." He spoke, getting to the bed. Chris turned them around and let Chandler sit on the bed. He sat down and scooted back, getting comfortable. He forced his eyes up to look at his girlfriend. She had a face of disgust on her face as her eyes looked from him to Chris to the babies. Chris had his back on her so he couldn't see what she was doing. He felt uncomfortable and reached out to get the bassinet, pulling it close to him, and pretending to check up on the babies to not raise concern to Chris.

"You made it!" He looked up and saw the look on her face disappear when he started to walk toward her. He placed his hands onto her cheeks and Chandler looked down back at the babies, fixing the boy's swaddle. He smiled at him while he was opening his eyes, finally waking up from his nap.

"Would you like to meet my children?" He heard Chris say to her. A couple of moments later, Chris and her were hovering over the bassinet. Strangely, he felt their love for each other like a force. He wondered if Chris and his love for each other, back when they loved each other and it wasn't just a statement, was a force to others.

"That's Harper and that's Hudson. And this is the man who gave birth to them." He looked up and smiled at her, leaning back to lay his back on the bed. She smiled back, a bittersweet one, and put her hand out. He looked at it for a couple of moments before realizing he needed to do something. He took her hand into his and waited for her to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Gabby." He shook her hand and nodded. The grip was loose like she didn't want to shake his hand.

"Chandler." She nodded and looked back down at the babies. He took the moment to observe their body language; he had his arm around her waist as she leaned into his body. He felt a longing for when he used to hold him like that, back when they were married.

"Oh shoot, I forgot the gifts for the babies in my car." She spoke, getting off his body to look at both of them. "I'm so sorry, I'll go get them."

"No no, let me go get them. Just give me your keys." Chris told her. She shook her head and made her way to the door. She was trying to get out of there so she wouldn't be alone with him.

"No, I'll get it. You spend time with Chandler, get to know each other." Chris told her. Chandler felt his blood start to rush, shaking his head. He didn't want to be alone with her either.

"You didn't have to get the gifts. How about you give them to me when I go back home."Chandler tried to get them to leave the situation so he wouldn't be alone with her. Chris shook his head and put his hand out, offering to take the keys. Chris never understood when he wanted to leave the situation, he thought.

"I'll go get it and no excuses." She sighed and gave him the keys, watching him leave the room. He stared at her as she had her head bowed to not look at him. After a couple of moments of awkward silence, she cleared her throat and looked at him.

"You did an amazing job, they are so cute. Chris told me a lot about them and how he couldn't wait to be a father." Gabby told him, moving closer to the bed. Chandler smiled and glanced over at the babies before looking back at her.

"Thank you." He told her, meeting her gaze. She looked down before looking back at him. He didn't like this at all.

"No mean to offend you but are you a guy? Like, a guy who was born with a dick?" Chandler cleared his throat, looking down. He shifted around, uncomfortable with the question. Why would she ask him that? Is that why she was acting disgusted toward him?