A/N: Taking over from Thecarouselneverstopsturning. Credit goes to her for starting this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

The 6 met in Central Perk. The idea that one of them was pregnant was still sinking in. It was great news, however. Monica and Chandler had decided to tell their parents the news on Thanksgiving.

Monica didn't know it yet, but, bets were being made on the gender of her child.

"Chandler? Boy or girl.", Phoebe asked.

"Boy."

"Girl for me. You owe me $30 if I'm right."

"Fine."

"Ugh."

"Mon?", Ross asked.

"C'mon, you two."

"This is too much fun.", Phoebe told the others, laughing a bit.

They made small talk until Ross had something he wanted to say.

"Guys? I have a confession to make. I didn't get the anolment."

Rachel almost choked on her drink in anger.

"You what!?"

"You've met my mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Monica wasn't the only one she criticized."

"You too?"

"Yup. If I got divorced for the third time, I'd never hear the end of it. She'd bring it up every chance she got, trust me."

"That bitch. I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind next time I see her."

Monica grinned.

"Good for you. Someone should stand up to her."

Ross cleared his throat.

"Someone besides Ross.", She added.

Later on, Monica and Chandler had made dinner plans. Phoebe offered to join them.

"Pheebs?"

"Huh?"

"It's a double date.", Chandler told me.

"Last to know again.", Phoebe whined.

"Hang on, think I know someone.", Joey told her before dialing a number. "Mike? Joey here. Yeah. Got this friend who needs a date for this dinner some friends of mine are planning. Great. She'll love it."

He then explained about Mike, who he'd met at an audition. Mike had been the pianist at one auditon. Both ahd gotten to know each other afterwards, bonding as a result.

Phoebe hugged him. "Awww, thanks."

"No problem."

At the dinner next day, Mike bonded with Phoebe, with him explaining more about himself.

"So, you were an attorney?"

"Yeah, but, it wasn't for me. Mumbo jumbo, legal crap."

That got them all laughing.

Ross and Rachel were getting ready to leave meanwhile for their own date, but not before Rachel gave Judy Geller a good tongue lashing over the phone.

"Treating your own flesh and blood like dirt!. I won't have it. I won't treat any of mine and Rosses children like favorites.", she told her.

She felt better after that.

"Now we can-"

She stopped, a strong smell hit her nose. It smelt like smoke.

Both her and Ross went to investigate. It turned out to be the stove. The meatballs she'd left to cook were burning. Also, the smoke alarm hadn't gone off, due to the battery dying earlier that day.

"Oh my God!."

"C'mon!."

Both began to try to escape, but, the smoke soon was too much. Both soon slipped into unconciousness.

A/N: The end, for now.

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