Luckily, I believe that last visit to the hospital has renewed Joey's faith in life and basically left him much more content. Phoebe's due date is now only a week away and Joey is on top of the world… when he's not with her. I don't blame him, we're all very enthusiastic about the baby coming, but Phoebe is the nine month pregnant woman. She's a bit of a horror to be around right now. I just hope if I'm ever pregnant I'm not such a mess!

The three of us are out at the baby store picking up some last minute items.

"What about this jacket?" Joey asks, holding up a tiny, puffy pink coat. The hood attached has an enormous fur boarder, probably bigger than the hood itself.

"Yeah, so she'll just go around looking like an Eskimo!" Phoebe rants. Our eyes widen at her wild answer and she rushes off to some other isle.

"How about we ditch her?" Joey jokes with me. Good thing I don't answer because it would have been a yes and in a split second she's back.

"Guys, guys! I just found the most amazing crib in the world!"

"But Pheebs, we already have a crib," Joey speaks gently.

Phoebe gives him a devastated look.

"But you have to see this one, I've never seen a more perfect crib!"

We all walk over to the amazing crib she has found. We stare down at a polished, wooden crib almost identical to the one we've already purchased. Joey and I both know she'll go off if we even mention it. So, Joey buys the crib and returns the one they've had for months now.

We finally make it home and Joey pushes through the door. I laugh as I close it behind him.

"Well, that was a long day!" I slump down on the couch with him.

"Tell me about it!" He rolls his eyes, exhausted. I chuckle and he looks over at me with a smirk.

"What?" I playfully glare at him.

"I need to unwind."

"Okay and how does that involve me?"

"I was hoping to get some help," he nearly laughs as he leans over me and his lips jump on mine. I'm trying not to laugh through the kiss, but it's not working. He breaks away and looks down at me with a smile.

"Hey, since when is my loving funny?"

We both crack huge smiles. I pulls his neck down so I can reach his lips again. I know I kiss him and more all the time, but boy when we get started I never want to stop. I'm drowning in his kisses when the phone rings. He begins to break away and get up. I grab hold of his shirt and tug on him to stay.

"Rach, we have to get it, what if it's Phoebe."

I let him go and he gives me a gesture with his hand to say he'll only be a second. I watch him from the now lonely couch as he leans over the counter and says hello into the phone. I hear the other side and it's Andy.

Ugg, why him? He ruins everything for me doesn't he, I think to myself. After a few moments, I realize this conversation is not so important and decide I want Joey back. I try to wave him over, but he gives me a apologetic face and holds up a 'one more minute' finger. I sigh, agitated. That's when I decide, I'm not letting stupid Andy take up any more of my time. I stand straight up and face Joey. He glances over, but continues his conversation.

"Well, I saw that one, but not the last game. Oh did you…" They're going on and on. I bring my hands to my shirt and start slowly and enticingly unbuttoning it. Joey catches this out of the corner of his eye when I'm down to the fourth button. His mouth drops slightly and I keep going. I finish off the buttons and start to slide the shirt off, revealing my purple bra.

"Wha- no, I'm here," Joey tells Andy. "I… I heard you."

His eyes are completely glued on me now as I move to the button of my pants and carefully shimmy them off.

I'm left in my bra and underwear now. Joey hasn't moved and hasn't said another word since his last sentence. He seems at a loss for air, his mouth still hanging in the open.

"No…I …" he tries to speak again. My hands find their way to the clasp in the back and within seconds I let the bra fall to ground. With it, Joey's eyes fall following the lingerie. His eyes travel back up to my breasts.

"I…have to call you back," he finally tells Andy. I hear Andy wanting to talk him out of it, but before he can even finish his first sentence, Joey hangs up the phone. He rushes over to me and kisses me roughly, taking hold of my face in his hands.

"I never should have taken that call," he says when he's done.

"No, you shouldn't have," I grin at him.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asks and I only raise my eyebrows at him.

He takes this opportunity to explore my skin with his tongue. He starts at my neck and kisses his way down to my breasts. When he covers one with his mouth I'm melting in pure delight. By the time he gets to the next one, I'm moaning loudly and holding on to him for balance. That's when he swoops me up and decides we better move this to the bedroom.

That's definitely one way to get your man's attention.