Joey opens the door to find Rachel curled up in his chair watching Cujo after walking out on his date to come home and see her. He does not think anything of it as he slams the door shut. Rachel jumps and lets out a yelp before turning to see who was at the door.

"God! Thank God you're home. I'm watching Cujo."

"Alone," Joey questions her.

"Yes," she affirms, "Well, what is wrong with this dog?"

Joey smirks and crosses over to her while spoiling the movie, "Hey, did you get to the park where they're trapped in the car and Cujo's throwing himself at the windshield?"

"No," she whines. "No, seriously what's wrong with the dog? Wait a minute, what are doing home so early, what happened to your date?"

His arms are crossed and he shrugs off her question, "Oh, uh…didn't work out."

She pauses the movie and asks him to join her and Joey agrees as he pulls over a barstool from the counter. Rachel questions this, "What are you doing? Come sit here so you can protect me," she gestures to the arm of the chair.

Joey seems taken aback, "Oh, sure. Yeah. Why not?" He stands and climbs onto the chair while Rachel realigns herself and covers him with the blanket she was using. Starting the movie Rachel gets worked up while Cujo attacks. She covers her eyes and pulls him closer to her to bury herself into Joey's muscular side.

"Seriously, how can you watch this aren't you scared?"

A look of fear does come across Joey's face as he mutters, "Terrified," and wraps his arms around her. He bites into his lip to prevent himself kissing her, he could not do that to Rachel she was far too important to him to allow her to become just another one of his girls.

"Ahh," she squealed as she pushed her face against his chest and laced her leg over his lap. He felt himself turn into her and rub his cheek against her hair. He bit his tongue as to keep from telling her she smelled good and his stomach was getting fluttery.

Rachel's heart was beating rapidly as she snuggled against Joey's tough frame, his arms were warm around her and she could not help but peek up at Joey instead of the screen. She smiled as he began to run his fingers through her hair, to her embarrassment he noticed and tapped her smile gently, "What's that about?"

"Oh, I was just thinking…"

He thought for a moment, "Ooooh, you're thinking about Cujo as a puppy before he got mean."

Rachel grinned again, "No, I was just thinking about how you were willing to give up everything and marry me to make sure I would be okay."

"That wouldn't be giving up everything," Joey blurted out.

She paused the movie and looked up into his face. Her typical poutey, questioning look came across her face, "What do you mean?"

Joey felt as if he had stuck his foot into his mouth, "Well, I just mean – uh, don't think I'm weird but I just think that any man who got to be with you would be a very lucky one… You know – uh, you're a catch."

"A catch?"

"Well just think of how strong you are. Do you remember when you first came to New York?" Joey stroked her head as thought back to the day he had first seen Rachel. She had raced into Central Perk in a wedding dress and seemed distressed. "You chose not to marry a man you didn't love, you chose to give up your father's money and search after your own career and you're really good at it, and now you chose to raise a baby on your own. You are so strong and smart and beautiful," he bit into his lip and stopped petting her hair.

"Joey," he could see in her face that she knew.

He swallowed and climbed out of the chair while he shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'm just saying."

"Joey," she clutched the blanket to her chest as she stood up. The distance between them was overbearing and she walked to where he now leaned against the counter. She could tell that he looked uncomfortable. She placed the blanket on the foosball table, "Joey did you mean all of that?"

He rubbed his head and avoided eye contact, "Well yeah. I think you're really wonderful."

"So are you." Rachel corned him at the counter and grabbed his hands. She bit her lip out of nervousness and Joey just wanted to kiss her.

Instead he pulled his hands from hers and placed them on her hips, "What about Cujo?"

"Joey."

"We should get back to watching our movie."

"Joey," Rachel grabbed his hand and he placed some distance between them.

"I was thinking I was going to go steal from pastrami from Chandler and make us some sandwiches or something. Or –or maybe I ought to-"

"Joey!"

He turned around to look at her, she was beautiful. So relaxed around him and he was wrong. This was against the rules. He could not have these feelings. But he could not continue to fight himself before Rachel was pressed against him, pressing her lips to his. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her back for a few moments before pushing away from her, "Rachel… is this wrong? This is wrong." He leaned in slightly as if to kiss her again but he stopped himself, "I can't. I'm so sorry."

Rachel threw open the door to Monica and Chandler's apartment in search of Monica but only found Chandler lounging on the couch flipping through television stations. "Is Monica here?"

"Nope," he announced deadpan without turning from the screen.

"When will she be back?"

He turned over his shoulder, "I'm not really sure. She went out shopping with Phoebe remember?"

"Oh."

Chandler sighed, he could hear it in her voice. "Is something wrong? Why don't you sit down?"

Rachel hesitated and then walked over to the chair across from him. "I kissed Joey," she covered her mouth as she said this, embarrassed.

Chandler tore his eyes from the screen and then glanced back before turning off the television. "So he told you he loves you?"

"What?"

Chandler's eyes widened and he looked panicked, "Judging by your reaction, I guess he didn't."

"He loves me?"

"Well," he stalled, "how do you feel?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Hold on," Chandler said, "let me add to my list of reasons not to get Monica pregnant. Pregnant women don't feel love," he laughed at himself.

"Really Chandler?" She sighed, "I don't know how I feel. I'm hormonal and Joey, he's always there for me but I'm pregnant with Ross' baby."

Chandler sighed, "Listen, I love Ross. He's been my best friend for years, he's my brother-in-law but he's with Mona now. You know he'll be there for you and the baby but I think he's moved on. The real question is, have you moved on?"

"Yes."

"And you kissed Joey, so you obviously feel something there."

Rachel bit her nails, "But it didn't work out with Ross or Tag or Paul. Let's face it, I can't hold a relationship. Either a relationship will last forever or it will end, have you ever thought about that?"

"Yeah, didn't work out for my parents."

"…Exactly."

Chandler frowned, "It may not have worked out for you and Ross but what about Monica and me?"

Rachel knocked on the door of the bathroom but didn't wait for a response before rushing in. "I'm so sorry, I just really really have to pee. The baby keeps kicking my bladder."

"Oh, it's no problem really!" Said the unfamiliar female voice in the shower.

Rachel paused and titled her head toward the shower, "I'm sorry, I just thought it was Joey in here."

"He's here too!"

"Uh, good morning Rach," he sounded uncomfortable

She hurried and got out of the bathroom and went back to hiding in her bedroom, after about forty minutes Joey knocked at the door and sat down to talk with her. "Listen, I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," she tried to smile and put her hand to her stomach.

"It's not fine… I've been avoiding you all week and I'm sorry."

Rachel shook her head and flicked through the pages of her book as if disinterested but her eyes stung a little bit. "Sweetie, don't worry about it. I put you in a really uncomfortable position."

"Can we watch Cujo?" Joey asked, his forehead was wrinkled when he said this.

"I don't know what to say Joey. I think right now I need to focus on bringing this baby into the world."

Joey sighed, "I missed my chance."

Rachel looked down and didn't answer.

"Rachel, that girl in there… she didn't – it wasn't fair to do to you."

She looked up at him, "I should be used to it by now."

"That would stop."

There were tears in her eyes when she asked her question, "What do you mean by that?"

"I want to be with you, Rach."

A tear slipped out of her eye, "I can't right now. I just need to get ready for the baby."

He reached out and snatched the tear, "Please, I don't want to be the reason that you cry. What can I do?"

"I'm not sure, I need to get ready for work."

But she didn't go to work, instead she went to Ross' apartment.

"Are you excited," Ross asked as he handed Rachel a cup of tea. "Only a few months left to go!"

The color left Rachel's face. "All you're doing right now is reminding me how fat I am getting and more than that I am just not ready for this! We don't have anything. The apartment I'm in is too small, I don't know what the future holds and honestly I'm just scared. Weren't you scared when Ben was on the way?"

"Well of course, but just wait until the baby is here. I know it's scary. I'm scared now. I'm scared about Ben every day. As a parent you live in fear that you're going to do something wrong. But at the end of the day, that little baby is going to look up at you and just love you."

Rachel rubbed her stomach, "She'll love me no matter what?"

Ross sat across from Rachel on his coffee table and put his hand on her knee. "Of course, you'll always be loved. We're a family."

"Can I talk to you about something? You have to promise not to be angry."

Ross nodded to egg her on.

"If I had feelings for someone, would you be okay with that?"

He sat back, "Of course. Rach, I just want you to be happy. Aren't you happy that I'm with Mona?"

"Yes, I am. I am, I just – how would you feel if it was someone you knew?"

"Susan."

She giggled, "No, nothing like that. It's just that, I kissed Joey."

"Joey? Joey! You kissed Joey?"

Rachel stood up, "You promised!"

Ross took a deep breath, "I just never saw this coming. You and Joey? How did this even happen? When did this happen?"

"Are you jealous?"

"No!" Ross shouted. "I'm not jealous at all!"

"Okay, I just wanted to tell you."