Pheobe carried the twins into the living room of her crazy, fun house. "Look whose here!" she smiled.

Emma, who had stayed the night, ran over, shouting, "Ewica! Jack!" and giggling hysterically. Emma was two now and although she was quite good at speaking, her R's were still W's. Phoebe put the car seats down and let Emma coo and chuckle at them. Then she went over to Mike and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Go away. I'm watching the game," said Mike.

Phoebe sat down on the sofa next to him. "It's only Emma and the twins. They don't care if you're a sissy. We all know you're watching Ready, Steady, Cook."

Mike chuckled. "Thanks honey," he smiled. Phoebe grinned. She turned and looked at Emma, playing with her cousins so freely. She felt as if something was missing, but she couldn't quite get her head around it. Then it hit her.

"I want a baby."

Mike's eyes grew wide and he turned to face his wife. "Wha-what?" he spluttered. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. You realise we are the only couple yet to have a baby? That's not good for my reputation." Phoebe was serious. Deadly serious.

"What about Joey? He doesn't have any kids," said Mike.

"Ha!" Phoebe scoffed. "That's what YOU think."

Mike rolled his eyes. "O...kay. Anyway, do you need a baby right now? I like things where they are."

Phoebe swallowed. "Oh...okay. That's...you know...cool, I guess." She smiled sadly and went over to tend the twins.

"Auntie Phoebe, why awe you cwying?" asked Emma, confused. Grown ups weren't supposed to cry. Grown ups were brave and not afraid of anything.

"I'm fine, Emmy. Just fine," said Phoebe. "Come on, let's play a game!"

"Can we play hamma dats! Unka Joey says it's fun!" Emma exclaimed.

"Mmmm...maybe not. How about Hide and Seek?"

"Yay!" Emma ran off before Phoebe even started counting. She waited a few moments and then shouted, "Ready or not, here I come!" And she rushed out.

Mike watched for a long time while Phoebe and Emma raced around the house shouting and laughing. He realised that Phoebe was right. Babies made a family complete. And he wanted a family. Now.

He and Phoebe had planned to have a child just after the twins were born, but when they decided to move, they decided that they didn't have enough money to raise a famiy write now. But watching Phoebe and Emma now, he realised Phoebe was ready to be a mommy. And if Phoebe was ready, so was he.

Running around made Emma tired and she had a nap with Jack and Erica. Phoebe, who was also exhausted, collapsed beside Mike on the couch.

"Whew!" she cried. "I'm beat!"

Mike smiled at her. "I want a baby," he grinned.

Phoebe's eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?" she asked. "But you said-"

"A guy can change his mind, can't he?" Mike smiled.

"Sure!" Phoebe grinned. "Oh, yay! This means we can have sex tonight!"

"Uh...we have sex almost every night, Pheebs."

"Yes, but this time, we're doing it for a reason!"

"You know, the kids are asleep..." Mike winked.

"Yeah, but they're in our bedroom," Phoebe replied, glumly.

"That couch is a fold out one..."

Phoebe had already stripped.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Mike said, breathless.

"I know!" Phoebe grinned.

"You sound like Monica."

"I know!"

Suddenly, the door swung open. "Auntie Phoebe, I had a scawy dweam!" said a still sleepy Emma.

Phoebe froze. She was still naked. She pulled the rug from the floor around her body. "Emma!" she cried. "Emma...Emma...step outside now!"

Emma scurried out of the room and Phoebe hit herself on the head.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Emma caught us, she caught us...DOING IT!"

"No, she didn't," Mike soothed. "She just...caught us naked."

"Oh my God, we've scarred Emma for life!"

"No we haven't. Look. Emma!" Mike called.

"Yep?" came Emma's squeaky liitle voice.

"Have me or Aunt Phoebe scarred you for life?"

There was a pause.

"Nope!"

"See?"

Phoebe smiled, and she grabbed her clothes and put them on. Mike looked around. "Where's my underwear?"

"Eh...oh! I found them!" grinned Phoebe and she pulled them out from under the couch.

Emma tiptoed in after a few minutes. Pheobe and Mike were sitting on the couch, fully dressed, watching T.V.

"Oh, hello, Emma. How was your nap?"

"Aunt Phoebe, why were you and Uncle Mike naked?"

Crap. She did see.

"We were...playing a game," said Mike.

"Oh! Can I play?" Emma asked excitedly.

"No!"

Emma looked confused and said no more about it. She went over to play with her dolls and Mike started whispering to Phoebe.

"You realise we could have just made a baby?" he asked.

Phoebe grinned, and said in the most Monica way possible, "I know!"