Here is a AU oneshot about the birth of Phoebe's nephew and nieces in which something happens and phoebe has to make some decisions about her life that could change her life forever. If you like it I will make a series out of it but it will take some time.

Chapter updated in April 2019.

LD: I do not own Friends.

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Phoebe stared at the three babies she had just given birth to, the three babies belonging to her brother and her sister in law, her two beautiful nieces and her precious nephew. God knew that the labour had been tough, but now with the three little things laying on a pillow as she caressed their pinky little faces with tears on her eyes due to the turrent of emotions she was feeling she felt it had all been worth it. Although when her brother Frank arrived she was going to kick his sorry ass for not being there with her to see his children being born and she intended to also give Alice a piece of her mind for that very same reason. Her friends however had proven to be a true family to her throughout the Pregnancy and mostly during the labour.

Joey had even felt sympathetic, although she hadn't seen him since the beginning of her contractions. She wondered where he was. Before she had much time to think on it Monica and the guys minus Joey entered the room, the girls had red eyes and had obviously been crying very recently and had surely wiped their eyes before entering, the expression of the whole group were very sad as they looked at Phoebe and the children.

"Monica?" Phoebe asked her closest friend worriedly "What's wrong?"

"Pheebs, I have bad news." Monica spoke with difficulty as she approached the bed.

"What's the matter?" Phoebe asked feeling more and more scared by the moment, something her nieces and nephew felt and began crying about. Phoebe tried to calm them down but she couldn't so they called a nurse to take them away to the Nursery. Once that was done Phoebe looked at Monica again. Monica tried to speak but only sobs came out she hugged Rachel who was also crying. Chandler, namesake of the youngest child who was ironically a girl, was the one to speak.

"Pheebs" he spoke clearly not wanting to say what he was about to say. "It's Frank and Alice, there... there has been an accident. Their car was hit by a truck. They... they are dead"

"What?" Phoebe asked not wanting to believe her ears. Frank Jr and Alice were dead? It couldn't be right, it had to be a terrible mistake, a misunderstanding. "What are you saying Mon? That's impossible... It has to be a mistake! How do you know?"

"We tried contacting your brother on the cell number he gave us. Instead of Frank it was a policeman the one to pick up. I'm afraid there is no mistake." Chandler replied and Phoebe stared at her friends with a completely shocked.

"I'm so sorry Pheebs" Rachel said as Monica and her hugged their friend strongly. Chandler and Ross also patted their friend on the shoulder offering support. Feeling overwhelmed by this piece of news she was beginning to accept and it's possible implications, Phoebe finally allowed herself to cry on her friends shoulders.

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Joey, still dressed in a hospital robe, entered Phoebe's room. Ross had informed him of the terrible news concerning Frank and Alice and, despite his body still hurting a little because of what he had just gone through, he had insisted on visiting her. When he entered room Phoebe was with three little tiny babies, her nieces and her nephew all of whom had been brought back by the nurse at Phoebe's request. She was speaking to them softly with tears in her eyes. Joey felt like he wanted to die right there. Out of all the the members of their group of friends he had always felt closest to her. Sure, Ross and Chandler were his best friends, but Phoebe understood him the most and was supportive of whatever he did no matter how crazy it seemed. Of course, he tried to do the same for her. So it really hurt him to see her like that.

"Your mommy and your daddy would have loved you little ones. They would have loved you very much I'm sure." Phoebe said as he closed the door behind him and walked towards her-

"Pheebs" Joey called as Phoebe didn't seem to have noticed him. Phoebe looked at Joey in surprise.

"Joey!" She exclaimed. "Are you alright? Ross told me you have been through quite a lot."

"I felt so sympathetic towards you that my body also expelled something out." He joked in response even though he knew it was not the time for that. Despite that Phoebe laughed at his stupid joke and Joey felt happy that he had managed to lift her spirit a little. The laughter didn't last long though and Phoebe then began to cry prompting Joey to go to her side and put a comforting hand on her back. "Pheebes I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

"It's not you Joe" She said through tears interrupting him. "Actually your stupid joke is the only thing that has made me smile since the I heard about Frank and Alice. It's just that a part of me still can't believe what happened I..."

"Shhh" Joey shushed her hugging her as the three babies whimpered as they felt Phoebe's distress. "It's ok Pheebes." He let her cry into his shoulder which she did for a good five minutes. She looked at him when her sobs were over.

"I... I am sorry." She said.

"Hey don't apologize" Joey said. "It's alright." He looked at the children. "What's gonna happen to them?"

"I don't know. Frank's mom died of a fulminating heart attack after Frank and Alice got married so the only family they have left is me and Alice's sister, Marge, a nice retired math's teacher who lives in New Jersey who Monica is trying to reach right now. I'm not counting on my father to come out of wherever he is to raise his grandchildren and my sister didn't want to do anything with Frank Jr. I could ask my birth mom or my grandmother but I'm barely getting to know my mom and the time my grandma spends most of the time sleeping nowadays. So I guess either Alice's sister or me will take care of the children." Phoebe replied and Joey could tell she was scared for the children and the uncertain future. "Probably me since I figure as their mother on the birth certificate."

"You figure as their mother?" Joey asked as his eyes went wide.

"Yes " Phoebe's smiled lightly at the babies. "The hospital needed a name so..."

"I see... For a moment I thought you'd" Joey said. "It's logical you carried them around for 9 months." Phoebe gave him a look "I... mean it's not only that... it's obvious that you care for them... I actually believe you would make a wonderful mother. Plus if you need anything you know you can count on us. Right?"

Phoebe nodded looked at him with a grateful expression. "Thank you Joey" She said.

"It's true Pheebs" Joey said smiling softly.

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Monica waited on the hospital's waiting room for Alice's sister. She'd seemed like a nice person on the phone although much of the conversation had been with Marge crying over the death of her sister and her brother in law. A woman on her late fifties, early sixties entered the room. She looked like an older version of Alice so Monica was sure she must have been Marge. She approached the woman who had a very sad expression on her face.

"Hello. Marge?" Monica greeted the woman. "Hi. I'm Monica Geller we talked over the phone."

The woman smiled at her showing a kind yet sad smile. "I see that was you. Yes, I'm Marge, Alice's elder sister. Nice to meet you"

"The pleasure is all mine." Monica said. "I hope we could have met in other circumstances."

"I know, me too." Marge replied as Monica led her to a chair on the waiting room. "You know shortly after you called the NY's coroner's office called, they want me to identify the corpses to make sure it's them."

"I'm sorry." Monica said.

"I know my dear. How is Frankie's sister taking it?" Marge asked seeming truly concerned.

"Not good." Monica replied. "But she is better now, she is resting"

"And how are the children?" Marge asked.

"They are fine, their birth went well." Monica explained. "Even if the doctor was a trekkie." She added jokingly.

"A what?" Marge asked.

"Nothing, forget about it." Monica said knowing it was not the time for jokes.

"I would like to see them" Marge said nodding. "And when your friend is well rested I would like to speak with your friend about their future."

Monica nodded leading the woman towards hospital's nursery room.

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Phoebe sat on her bedroom's bed after taking a nap. She looked around her and saw that Joey hadn't left her side, she remembered he'd had a discussion with a nurse about going to his own room and he'd somehow won the argument. Chandler, Ross and Rachel were also there. They all seemed very awake, it was clear none of them had slept like she had done.

"Don't tell me you've been staring at me this whole time" She said to all of them as she looked at Rachel. "That's a little creepy."

"Honey we were watching over your sleep." Rachel replied. "There's nothing creepy about that."

"I think there is. Right Chandler?" She asked friend knowing he would agree with her. Chandler didn't reply and instead looked around like Phoebe hadn't just spoken to him although he did agree. After all he hadn't liked when Eddie, the psycho he'd had the displeasure of sharing his apartment with when Joey moved out, did that to him.

"Chicken" Phoebe said as her friend continued to ignore her.

Just then Monica entered the room followed by Marge. Unlike her friends Phoebe had met Marge before, they'd met when Frank and Alice invited them both to lunch. She liked the woman. She was a former math's teacher living in New Jersey with her husband who was a Police Detective. If Phoebe recalled correctly, they had three children but all of them were adults and didn't live with their parents.

"Hello Marge." She greeted the elder woman.

"Phoebe, you seem good, I'm very glad." The elder woman spoke.

"Thank you" Phoebe spoke. "You too. I'm sorry you can't meet the children but they are sleeping"

"Don't worry Phoebe, your friend has been kind enough to show them to me, they are beautiful." Marge said with a kind smile. She looked around at her Phoebe's friends.

"Do you mind leaving us alone? I need to talk to Phoebe" Marge asked. Everyone looked at her and Phoebe nodded making her friends leave the room.

"We'll be outside if you need us." Joey told Phoebe before he left. Phoebe looked at Marge.

"What do you want to talk about?" Phoebe asked Marge. The woman's expression was serious as she spoke.

"The future of the children." Marge said. "Who they will live with and such."

Phoebe nodded, she didn't really want to talk about that but she'd known it was coming since he learned of her brother's fate earlier. "So what do you want to do about that?"

"Alice and I spoke about that a few times during your pregnancy." Marge explained. "She wanted me and Jason to take care of the kids in case something happened to them." She said and Phoebe felt a wave of sadness coming over her. But she knew it was for the best. She couldn't possibly provide for the needs of a baby right now, not to mention three. "However, Frank disagreed with her, he thought you could be as good of a mother as I would to those children."

Phoebe was speechless for a momen. She was glad her brother defended her maternal abilities, specially when she wasn't very sure she had them herself. However that didn't change the fact that they still had to decide who would raise the children.

"As the children's aunt, I know you'll want the best for them as do I" Marge spoke kindly. "And in this case I think it's better if you take care of them."

"I agr... what?" Phoebe asked completely caught off guard.

"Even if I'm retired money wouldn't be an issue and the children would be well cared for and loved. But I am 61 years old. I am too old to raise three small children and my husband is no youngster either." Marge explained

"You are not that old." Phoebe tried.

"Old enough to die before the children finish Highschool. You on the other hand are still young and have the perfect age to raise them. They would surely be happier with you" Marge countered.

"B... but I do not have the money to raise three children on my own." Phoebe said feeling scared as tears fell from her eyes for what seemed to be the thousandth time since the children were born.

"Do not worry." Marge told her as she approached the door and opened shoring Phoebe's friends listening on the conversation. Realizing they had been discovered they tried to disperse but Marge called them in. "You'll have your wonderful friends to help you. And don't worry for the money, I'll deposit my sister and Frank's money into an account and give you access to it so it won't be an issue. Plus I too will be delighted to help you with the children however I can."

Phoebe still seemed unconvinced and remained silent. "Oh come on Pheebs just say yes!" Monica exclaimed at her friends.

"But I don't know if I can be a good mother." Phoebe replied. "I don't want to be a terrible mother."

"Honey, we've all seen you with the children" Rachel reassured her. "There is no way in hell you'd be a terrible mother."

"Plus you already figure as their mother on the birth certificate." Ross added.

"And you already have experience in parenting thanks to Joey." Chandler said patting his italo-american friend in the back.

"Hey!" Joey shouted offended at Chandler comment. "The relationship I have with Pheebs is more of a sibling relationship!" He smiled Phoebe. "But they are right Phoebe, like I told you before, you'll be an amazing mother."

"Thanks guys" Phoebe replied.

"So are you keeping the children with you?" Marge asked. Phoebe nodded with a very happy smile and tears on her face. Marge recognized that glow it was the glow that all new mothers had. She smiled lightly, it seemed her choice was not wrong.

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Phoebe entered her apartment 3 days after giving birth to the triplets followed by Monica and Rachel. Each one of them carried a triplet, Phoebe was carrying the eldest child Frank , Rachel had Leslie in her arms while Monica had Chandler. Leading the way to one of the apartment's bedrooms which was decorated as a children's room but not painted as one. Inside said room there was a crib, a few children's toys and several other things a baby, or in this case babies, would need. After leaving the sleeping babies on their crib the three women headed for the door, looked at the children for the last time that day, smiled and exited the room.

"Do we have all the utensiles you need to take care of the babies?" Monica asked as always worried about every little detail.

"The guys should have bought them all." Phoebe replied.

"I'll go check it out" Monica said. Once left alone in the living room Rachel looked at Phoebe, who was rolling her eyes at their friend's antics.

"So how does it feel to be back home as a mother of three children?" Rachel asked Phoebe.

"The circumstances weren't the ones I would have imagined or wanted" Phoebe replied trying not to cry again thinking of her brother.

"Well Phoebe I must tell you, this kind of adventure would have me terrified" Rachel confessed expressing her admiration for her friend while patting her comfortingly.

"Aren't those the most fun to live?" Phoebe asked forcing herself to return to her normal, cheery, self. Rachel smiled and nodded.

"I knew it!" Monica screamed from the bathroom. "The guys forgot the Talcum powder! Was it so difficult to buy Talcum powder!?" Both Rachel and Phoebe chuckled.

"And here it is! Your first trial" Rachel said as both of them went to calm down their friend

The end?