Yeah, guys, I decided to continue :D Your lovely reviews and stuff were awesome! Thanks so much!
Phoebe sighed, dreamily, and rolled over in bed to see that Mike was already gone. They'd tried to make a baby the night before, as they had every night for the past week, but every morning he was always gone at a recital before they could try again. She felt as though they were missing out on valuable sex time.
She got up and scanned the room. Everything was still there; the burglars had not returned.
She went downstairs and began to pour herself some coffee. After taking a sip, she made a face in disgust. "Ew! Mike must've made this," she said to herself, putting it back.
She sat down in front of the T.V. and began to watch the news. "Wait, what am I doing? No one's here," she laughed, and she put on SpongeBob Squarepants instead.
Suddenly, there was a small knock at the door, and Monica rushed in. "Hey, Pheebs!" she smiled as she came through into the front room.
"Oh! Hey, Monica," Phoebe said, slyly changing the channel.
"Hey, is Joey here? I thought I heard cartoons," Monica asked.
"Eh…no, it was just…hey, why are you here? I don't have the twins today!"
"I know, but I kinda wanted to talk to you about something. Something…private."
"Ooh! Like a secret? Yay! I never get told secrets!" Phoebe gasped, excitedly, but then she saw Monica's facial expression, which showed less enthusiasm then a brick.
"Sorry."
"Phoebe, this is serious. I'm really kinda scared about this."
"About what? The baby? Monica, you'll be great, you already have twins!" Phoebe grinned, hardly believing Monica of all people, was scared of motherhood.
"No, not about the actual motherhood part itself. The pregnancy part. Chandler…Chandler told me what you guys had been saying and…oh, Phoebe, I'm so scared something will go wrong," Monica cried, and she broke down in tears.
"Oh, Monica, don't start, you'll get me crying too!" Phoebe exclaimed, and she hugged her sobbing friend.
"It's just…I've wanted this for so long, and now I have it, but just the thought of it being ripped away from me, just like that…or what if the baby's born and then it dies? I mean, that would hurt even more," Monica cried harder.
"I know, sweetie, I know, but it'll be fine. You are a good person, Monica Geller-Hyphen-Bing, and God would not give you the little baby you've wanted you're entire life just so he can take it away, I promise. Okay?"
Monica nodded. "Thanks Phoebe, I feel a lot better now," she smiled. "And since you're a good person, you'll end up getting pregnant too."
"Hm. Let's hope so, Mon. Let's hope so."
It'd been a couple of days since the talk with Monica, and Phoebe and Mike had been trying for almost a month now. She was growing desperate.
"Mike, do you think we'll ever have a baby?" asked Phoebe, as they sat on the couch watching Family Guy.
"Ha! Peter just swallowed the nickels!" said Mike, laughing. He turned to Phoebe. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Mike! I'm serious! What if we're like Monica and Chandler, and we can't have children?"
Mike sighed. "Phoebe, Monica and Chandler can have children. Monica's pregnant, isn't she? If they can have a baby, so can we."
"I guess you're right," Phoebe murmured and she stood up. "I need to go to the bathroom."
She walked up the stairs to her bathroom, and suddenly remembered what date it was.
"Oh my…MIKE! MIKE! Where are the pregnancy tests?" she called.
"In the kitchen cabinet!" Mike called back. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason, I just wanted to count them," Phoebe replied. "Why do you think, you moron?"
Mike appeared at the door in a heartbeat. "Seriously? You think you could be pregnant?"
"Yes. That is the reason I wanna know where the pregnancy tests are," Phoebe shook her head. "Jeez, and I thought Joey was stupid!"
"Well, are you gonna take the test?" Mike whispered.
"No, I'm gonna base it on my own knowledge."
"Phoebe."
"Yes, I'm gonna take the test. One sec," she said, and she sent him outside and into the hall.
Taking out the pregnancy test, she fingered it gently for a few seconds. "Please," was all she muttered. She used it quickly, and called Mike back in.
"Well?"
"One second, I'll see," said Phoebe and she waited a couple of seconds. "Oh my God," she cried, suddenly.
"Are you? Are you?" Mike asked, eagerly.
"No…I'm not pregnant," Phoebe whispered.
"Seriously? After all that?" Mike looked close to tears.
"No, I lied, I am pregnant!" Phoebe exclaimed, excitedly, and she began jumping up and down.
"Are you serious? No way!" Mike yelled, and they both began leaping around their bathroom.
"Imagine how weird it'd be if someone walked in on us right now!" Phoebe shouted moments later.
"I know!"
They stopped.
"I can't believe it…I'm pregnant again. God, I'm more excited than I was when I found out I was pregnant with my brother's triplets," Phoebe chuckled.
"What?" Mike asked, confused.
"Oh, I haven't told you that whole story yet…have I?"
"No. No, you haven't."
"Oh, well, I'll tell you later. For now, yay!" Phoebe grinned, and she ran downstairs to call Monica and Rachel and…well, everyone, really.
"Wait," Mike stopped her. She looked at him, anxious to get on. "We're having a baby. We're final having a baby."
Phoebe got up and kissed him. "I know," she whispered. "It's so exciting…but kinda scary too."
"You'll be great," Mike replied, giving her a hug. "Really, you'll be awesome at the mom stuff. And, of course, I'll be amazing at the dad stuff."
"Yes, you'll be fantastic. But, come on. We both know I'll be better," Phoebe giggled.
Mike smiled and went into the kitchen. Phoebe sat down on the couch in disbelief. "I'm pregnant," she said aloud, and those words were the best words she'd heard all evening.