Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends, yet anyway.
This is the sequel to Tow Chandler's Ancestors. I couldn't resist continuing this; I loved writing that story so much. So my withdrawal symptoms have led me to follow it up.
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Love: A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
Love: Such a little word, with such deep meaning, filled with emotion. And no one could remember a time when they were without it.
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Life in the village couldn't have been any happier for the 6 recently reunited friends. For the first time in their short lives they all felt like the world was treating them fairly. They all had found their soul mate, had good jobs, wonderful friends, and certainly no complaints.
Granted, it had taken a while for things to settle down after Phoebe's return home, but after a few hours of chat, and friendly reminiscing it felt like they had never been apart.
6 months on nothing had changed, at least not for the worst anyway.
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"Joey! Breakfast honey!" Phoebe laid the ceramic plate down on the breakfast bar and laughed at the sight of her fiancé run with all his strength through their bedroom door into the living room in his shorts, in a frantic attempt to get to his food as rapidly as he could.
Every morning was the same routine for both.
For the last 6 weeks Phoebe had been feeling fit enough to try her hand at housework again, and the feeling of freedom that it gave her inspired her to challenge other tasks. First it had been the washing up, then a light laundry, and then she tackled meals. Now there was no stopping her. Normally the day to day chores would have been a tedious bore to her, but now she loved it., never once sitting down for a break, on her feet from morning till night. But she never moaned about it, she had no reason to. She was enjoying being once again independent, not having to rely on others for their help, she was looking after herself, Joey and their daughter Lily Jo single handed and she couldn't have been happier with the set up.
She watched with love in her heart as Joey wolfed down his bacon, eggs and toast, his lack of table manners evident. But she didn't care, she loved him and love was blind.
"Damn it. Look at the time. I have that audition in 20 minutes." Joey sprung from his chair, ran to his room and grabbed the first items of clothing that came to hand, throwing them onto his body at great speed. He lifted a final piece of toast and headed for the door; planting a kiss on Phoebes lips are he sprinted past.
"I shouldn't be long, I'll be back before you have to leave for night school."
"Its ok if you aren't, I can take lily to Mon's." Phoebe gave him a smile to say everything would be ok and watched as he blew her a kiss. She mocked catching it in her hand and held it to her heart.
"I love you," Joey opened the door, showing signs of unwillingness to leave. He very rarely left Phoebe's side these days. It was a little to do with paranoia on his part, but mostly because he hated being away from her.
"I love you too, now go, you're going to be late, and you cant be late, because I have a really good feeling about this audition."
"Awww, you always say that," Joey blushed.
"Yeah, but this time I mean it, GO!" She smiled lovingly as he lifted his hands to show defeat and left.
"I miss you already" she whispered, and set about finishing her daily chores.
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"Rachel, hurry up, the plane leaves in like 3 hours and we have to get the airport in like 30 minutes, and the traffic is a nightmare at this time in the afternoon!" Ross was getting himself in quite a state as he rushed around the living room he shared with his new fiancé, trying to pack last minute items into his holdall.
"Im coming! Im just deciding what shoes to wear!" Ross rolled his eyes, knowing fine well that this simple task, which would take a normal person minutes, could easily take Rachel hours.
"Any shoes will do, just get a move on." Ross checked both their passports for the 10th time in 10 minutes, making sure they hadn't magically jumped from his bag back onto the table.
"Ok, Ok, im here, calm down." Rachel approached him from her room and lifted her bag and stood at the front door, rhythmically tapping her foot in impatience on the wooden floor.
"Come on Ross, im sick of standing around waiting on you." She was half serious and half mocking in her statement and knowing it would piss him off made it all the more fun.
Ross took a deep breath and tried his best to ignore her. She loved saying things like that to annoy him, and usually he fell for the bait, but today he decided he was going to let it slide for the fact arguing would just hold them up, making them later than they already were.
Ross was reaching for his keys when the phone rang. "Rachel, leave it, don't answer it, we don't have time, RACHEL! Oh I don't know why I bother,"
"Hello?" Rachel lifted the receiver while giving Ross the evil eye.
"Monica! Hi, how are you?" Rachel took a seat on the couch and made herself comfortable.
"Oh my God, I think im gonna have an aneurysm!" He rubbed his head, trying his best to stay calm. His blood was boiling, but he hated shouting at Rachel, even when she annoyed him the way she was doing now.
"Yeah, we were just leaving. I can't wait. I miss the place, and its going to be so much fun having someone to share the sights with this time, oh and plus I left so much of my stuff back over in Paris; I forget what it all was! Yeah, we're planning to bring as much of it back as we can. Oh obviously! Clothes are priority! Ok Hun, I had better go, Ross looks like he's having a stroke. I'll call you from France when we land. Ok, say bye to Chandler too for me. Bye!" Rachel brazenly lifted her bag back over her shoulder and walked out of the room without saying a word to Ross, knowing she was about to get an earful. All he could do was sigh and shake his head. She never failed to amaze him. He gave the room a last look, making sure everything was off and turned off the lights. He was going on the vacation of a lifetime, or so he thought.
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Monica replaced the receiver back in its holder.
"Rachel told me to tell you she says bye."
"Awww, that's sweet of her. Did she say if she was going to bring me back a present from her travels?" Chandler did his usual mocking.
"I think we can all expect a plastic model of the Eiffel tower, and maybe some duty free tequila if we're lucky," Monica quipped back, knowing fine well that's what they would all get.
Just as they were both about to get cosy in each other's arms Phoebe walked in, armed with a stroller, and what looked like a hundred bags.
"Mon hun, could you watch Lily today for me? I would really appreciate it! I need to go shopping before I get to school, and I can't take her with me." Phoebe dropped all the bags on the floor, relieving her arms of the pain the weight of them were causing.
"Sure, but where's Joey?" Monica was kind of amazed he had actually left Phoebe on her own.
"Oh, he has an audition. He said he would be back by 7:00, but I need to go now. I've left him a note, so he will probably come by and pick Lily up when he gets home,"
"No problem. Take care when your out shopping, don't over do it!" Monica was still concerned for her friends welfare, they all were. It had been 6 months, but they still felt the need to wrap her in cotton wool.
"I'll be fine, I promise, and if im not you will be the first person I call." Phoebe laughed at her friends concern, but inside it annoyed her slightly. She wished everyone would just treat her the way they used to. The old independent Phoebe, who did her own thing; when and where she wanted.
"Ok sweetie, have a good night at class, and we will see you tomorrow." Monica leaned in and gave her a goodbye kiss, something they had always done.
After Phoebe had gone Monica snapped into controlling mode.
"Right, chandler, get Lily while I get the bags"
"Oh, do I have to? Babies scare me." After he had said it he wished he hadn't. Monica's look was that of pure evil, and that scared him more than Lily ever could.
"Ok, I got her," Chandler lifted Lily from her stroller and he could have swore she was laughing at him. "Maybe babies aren't so bad after all," He thought to himself just as she decided to throw up on his shoulder.
"This is going to be a long night!" He sighed.
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Yay part 1, all done! :o) I know there isn't much happening yet, but trust me things are about to heat up again, very soon! Please leave me a review and let me know if you want me to continue with this.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends, yet anyway.
This is the sequel to Tow Chandler's Ancestors. I couldn't resist continuing this; I loved writing that story so much. So my withdrawal symptoms have led me to follow it up.
~*~
Love: A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
Love: Such a little word, with such deep meaning, filled with emotion. And no one could remember a time when they were without it.
~*~
Life in the village couldn't have been any happier for the 6 recently reunited friends. For the first time in their short lives they all felt like the world was treating them fairly. They all had found their soul mate, had good jobs, wonderful friends, and certainly no complaints.
Granted, it had taken a while for things to settle down after Phoebe's return home, but after a few hours of chat, and friendly reminiscing it felt like they had never been apart.
6 months on nothing had changed, at least not for the worst anyway.
~~*~~
"Joey! Breakfast honey!" Phoebe laid the ceramic plate down on the breakfast bar and laughed at the sight of her fiancé run with all his strength through their bedroom door into the living room in his shorts, in a frantic attempt to get to his food as rapidly as he could.
Every morning was the same routine for both.
For the last 6 weeks Phoebe had been feeling fit enough to try her hand at housework again, and the feeling of freedom that it gave her inspired her to challenge other tasks. First it had been the washing up, then a light laundry, and then she tackled meals. Now there was no stopping her. Normally the day to day chores would have been a tedious bore to her, but now she loved it., never once sitting down for a break, on her feet from morning till night. But she never moaned about it, she had no reason to. She was enjoying being once again independent, not having to rely on others for their help, she was looking after herself, Joey and their daughter Lily Jo single handed and she couldn't have been happier with the set up.
She watched with love in her heart as Joey wolfed down his bacon, eggs and toast, his lack of table manners evident. But she didn't care, she loved him and love was blind.
"Damn it. Look at the time. I have that audition in 20 minutes." Joey sprung from his chair, ran to his room and grabbed the first items of clothing that came to hand, throwing them onto his body at great speed. He lifted a final piece of toast and headed for the door; planting a kiss on Phoebes lips are he sprinted past.
"I shouldn't be long, I'll be back before you have to leave for night school."
"Its ok if you aren't, I can take lily to Mon's." Phoebe gave him a smile to say everything would be ok and watched as he blew her a kiss. She mocked catching it in her hand and held it to her heart.
"I love you," Joey opened the door, showing signs of unwillingness to leave. He very rarely left Phoebe's side these days. It was a little to do with paranoia on his part, but mostly because he hated being away from her.
"I love you too, now go, you're going to be late, and you cant be late, because I have a really good feeling about this audition."
"Awww, you always say that," Joey blushed.
"Yeah, but this time I mean it, GO!" She smiled lovingly as he lifted his hands to show defeat and left.
"I miss you already" she whispered, and set about finishing her daily chores.
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"Rachel, hurry up, the plane leaves in like 3 hours and we have to get the airport in like 30 minutes, and the traffic is a nightmare at this time in the afternoon!" Ross was getting himself in quite a state as he rushed around the living room he shared with his new fiancé, trying to pack last minute items into his holdall.
"Im coming! Im just deciding what shoes to wear!" Ross rolled his eyes, knowing fine well that this simple task, which would take a normal person minutes, could easily take Rachel hours.
"Any shoes will do, just get a move on." Ross checked both their passports for the 10th time in 10 minutes, making sure they hadn't magically jumped from his bag back onto the table.
"Ok, Ok, im here, calm down." Rachel approached him from her room and lifted her bag and stood at the front door, rhythmically tapping her foot in impatience on the wooden floor.
"Come on Ross, im sick of standing around waiting on you." She was half serious and half mocking in her statement and knowing it would piss him off made it all the more fun.
Ross took a deep breath and tried his best to ignore her. She loved saying things like that to annoy him, and usually he fell for the bait, but today he decided he was going to let it slide for the fact arguing would just hold them up, making them later than they already were.
Ross was reaching for his keys when the phone rang. "Rachel, leave it, don't answer it, we don't have time, RACHEL! Oh I don't know why I bother,"
"Hello?" Rachel lifted the receiver while giving Ross the evil eye.
"Monica! Hi, how are you?" Rachel took a seat on the couch and made herself comfortable.
"Oh my God, I think im gonna have an aneurysm!" He rubbed his head, trying his best to stay calm. His blood was boiling, but he hated shouting at Rachel, even when she annoyed him the way she was doing now.
"Yeah, we were just leaving. I can't wait. I miss the place, and its going to be so much fun having someone to share the sights with this time, oh and plus I left so much of my stuff back over in Paris; I forget what it all was! Yeah, we're planning to bring as much of it back as we can. Oh obviously! Clothes are priority! Ok Hun, I had better go, Ross looks like he's having a stroke. I'll call you from France when we land. Ok, say bye to Chandler too for me. Bye!" Rachel brazenly lifted her bag back over her shoulder and walked out of the room without saying a word to Ross, knowing she was about to get an earful. All he could do was sigh and shake his head. She never failed to amaze him. He gave the room a last look, making sure everything was off and turned off the lights. He was going on the vacation of a lifetime, or so he thought.
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Monica replaced the receiver back in its holder.
"Rachel told me to tell you she says bye."
"Awww, that's sweet of her. Did she say if she was going to bring me back a present from her travels?" Chandler did his usual mocking.
"I think we can all expect a plastic model of the Eiffel tower, and maybe some duty free tequila if we're lucky," Monica quipped back, knowing fine well that's what they would all get.
Just as they were both about to get cosy in each other's arms Phoebe walked in, armed with a stroller, and what looked like a hundred bags.
"Mon hun, could you watch Lily today for me? I would really appreciate it! I need to go shopping before I get to school, and I can't take her with me." Phoebe dropped all the bags on the floor, relieving her arms of the pain the weight of them were causing.
"Sure, but where's Joey?" Monica was kind of amazed he had actually left Phoebe on her own.
"Oh, he has an audition. He said he would be back by 7:00, but I need to go now. I've left him a note, so he will probably come by and pick Lily up when he gets home,"
"No problem. Take care when your out shopping, don't over do it!" Monica was still concerned for her friends welfare, they all were. It had been 6 months, but they still felt the need to wrap her in cotton wool.
"I'll be fine, I promise, and if im not you will be the first person I call." Phoebe laughed at her friends concern, but inside it annoyed her slightly. She wished everyone would just treat her the way they used to. The old independent Phoebe, who did her own thing; when and where she wanted.
"Ok sweetie, have a good night at class, and we will see you tomorrow." Monica leaned in and gave her a goodbye kiss, something they had always done.
After Phoebe had gone Monica snapped into controlling mode.
"Right, chandler, get Lily while I get the bags"
"Oh, do I have to? Babies scare me." After he had said it he wished he hadn't. Monica's look was that of pure evil, and that scared him more than Lily ever could.
"Ok, I got her," Chandler lifted Lily from her stroller and he could have swore she was laughing at him. "Maybe babies aren't so bad after all," He thought to himself just as she decided to throw up on his shoulder.
"This is going to be a long night!" He sighed.
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Yay part 1, all done! :o) I know there isn't much happening yet, but trust me things are about to heat up again, very soon! Please leave me a review and let me know if you want me to continue with this.