Within a week, Phoebe moved into Monica's apartment. Monica, predictably, was flushed with joy and excitement as she examined the beautiful guest room she had created for Phoebe to stay in. "Monica, I really really appreciate this. If there's anything I can do. Hey! If you and Chandler get married, I'll sing at your wedding... for free!" "Haha... thanks Pheebs! That's a long way off but thanks!" Monica replied. Was it really a long way off? She hadn't even considered Chandler's phobia of commitment... was this ever going to happen? It had only been a few weeks, but was she wasting her time? No. It would be crazy for her to start dreaming of marrying Chandler just yet. "I'll, er, just be cleaning if you need me..." Monica scuttled off to do what she does best when she feels tense.
- Ross's apartment -
"Ross! I am sorry but please you're suffocating me, I'm due to give birth in a month, please just let me sit here and eat my take-away!" Rachel screamed. "Sorry that not both of us are into the art of romance." Ross whispered, a dozen roses scattered on the floor, the scarlet petals ripped into tiny pieces. Ross gazed out of his window into Joey's apartment and saw him with his new girl. He had learned she was a teacher. Ross had always had a thing for girls who could think... maybe Rachel wasn't right for him. Yes she was having his baby and yes she had moved in with him, but just because they shared this surely doesn't mean they're meant to be? They had been at eachother's throats from dawn until dusk.
Ross had gone through ever emotion. Ecstasy at having Rachel back. Utter humiliation as he attempts at romance were thrown back in his face, and now potential regret at taking her back. However he made a firm decision. She was the one. Maybe they weren't perfect, maybe it had something to do with all the hormones she was currently going through, but Ross Geller wasn't a quitter. "I will make this work." He breathed. Rachel wasn't meant to hear, but she did. Her face softened. "I'm going to try harder." She whispered.
- Monica's place -
Phoebe had started loudly composing new songs to rival the likes of Smelly Cat from her room. Monica was scrubbing more furiously than ever. Chandler entered the room, saw his girlfriend stripping the table of any surface it had left and kissed her on the neck. "Mon," he breathed into her neck. "Chandler," she moaned back, kissing his lips. She had craved this moment. "I need to get out of here, she's driving me crazy!" "You, me, downtown New York. I'm going to treat you to the finest meal you've had in a long time." Chandler replied, kissing her forehead. Monica threw the gloves off out of sheer impulse, then proceded to pick them up. "You're a one off Geller."