921 - TOW Rachel's Confession
Rachel sat at the coffeehouse, drinking a cup of tea. She looked really sad, but nobody else really seemed to notice. Monica was busy reading a book on pregnancy, Chandler was, as usual, busy looking through the newspaper, Ross was at working, and Hannah was with Phoebe, who was shopping.
Rachel: It's so great to have such a stress-free day.
Monica: Don't you work today?
Rachel: Oh, yeah, that. I knew I had Phoebe baby-sit for a reason!
Rachel stood up to leave and walked slowly out the door.
Monica put her book down and looked over at her husband.
Monica: Chandler, have you been thinking of baby names?
Chandler: Well, I wouldn't want to name him Chandler II. First of all, because Phoebe named one of the triplets that, and second of all, that triplet was a girl. I kind of like Aaron for a boy's name.
Monica: I like Chelsea.
Chandler: For a boy?!
Monica: No! For a girl!
Chandler: How about Katie? Katie is cute.
Monica: Katie is very cute! I like that!
Chandler: We could name her Katherine and call her Katie for short.
Monica: That would be adorable!
Chandler: If it's a boy . . .
Monica: James?
Chandler: No! Then he'd be Jimmy.
Monica: Good point.
Chandler: Andrew.
Monica: Andy?
Chandler: Jack, Caleb, Mark, Richard . . .
Monica: You want your son to be named after my ex-boyfriend?
Chandler shuddered.
Chandler: How about Logan?
Monica: Oh that's cute!
Chandler: Now, all we've got to do is get the nursery ready and have the baby.
Monica: Do you think it would be easier to decorate the nursery if we knew the sex of the baby?
Chandler: But you said you wanted to wait.
Monica: I know. I know, but everything would be so much easier and much more organized.
Chandler: But . . .
Monica: How about this? I find out and you don't. I'll decorate the nursery and you'll never be allowed in it until the baby is born.
Chandler: If one of us knows, the other has to!
Monica: Fine. I'll call the doctor and we'll find out everything.
Monica picked up the phone and dialed her doctor's number.
Doctor: Hello?
Monica: Hi. This is Monica Bing. I was wondering if you could tell me the sex of the baby.
Doctor: Oh, hello Mrs. Bing. It was too early to tell the sex of the baby, but I'm sure we can find out next month.
Monica: Okay, thank you doctor.
Monica hung up the phone and looked at Chandler.
Chandler: What did she say?
Monica: She said it was too early to tell. We can find out next month when we go in for the next ultrasound.
Chandler: Like I'm supposed to believe that.
Monica: Seriously!
Chandler: Okay. Fine. I guess I can believe you.
Monica: Okay . . .
Phoebe walked in and the triplets followed her. Hannah was being carried by Phoebe, as were a couple of shopping bags. Phoebe unloaded Hannah onto Chandler's lap.
Monica: Hi Pheebs! Hey kids!
Kids: Hi!
Little Chandler tugged at Phoebe's skirt.
Little Chandler: Can I have a cupcake?
Leslie: Me too!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Me too!
Phoebe: Fine! I'll get cupcakes!
Phoebe walked over to the counter and ordered three cupcakes. She came back over and sat down on the couch next to Monica and Chandler. The triplets were now sitting side by side in one big chair.
Chandler: How was your day, Pheebs?
Phoebe: Oh my God! I've never had a headache this bad in my life! First, little Chandler spilled her milk on Leslie, then Leslie threw a jelly donut at little Chandler, but missed and hit Frankie. Then, Frankie squirted his juice all over both of them. They all started screaming, which woke Hannah. Then she began to cry. I need a nap!
Monica: When do Frank and Alice come to get them?
Phoebe: I'm taking them home now. That's why I dropped off Hannah. She needs a new diaper.
Chandler: Thanks.
Phoebe got up as the waiter brought the cupcakes to the kids. Then, the three little ones followed Phoebe out of Central Perk.
*~*
Rachel walked nonchalantly down the sidewalk. She sighed as she stuck her hands in her jacket pockets. She watched all of the people bustling by and she remembered the days when she would be in that group, running to get to work on time. Rachel wanted to go see Ross, but she knew he was teaching and he'd wonder why she wasn't at work. She was going to tell him, but not yet.
As she was thinking about him, she ran into him on the sidewalk.
Rachel: Oh, Ross! Why aren't you at work?
Ross: Oh, I left early today. My last class got cancelled because the kids didn't come. So, I was heading to Ralph Lauren to see you.
Rachel: Oh, how sweet!
Ross: Wait a minute, why aren't you there?
Rachel: Oh, I was on my way.
Ross: You're late though. And you're not even dressed for work.
Rachel: I know.
Ross: What's going on?
Rachel: Ross . . .I really feel stupid telling you this.
Ross: Honey, what happened?
Rachel: I got fired.
Ross: What?!
Rachel: I got fired.
Ross: How? How did this happen? When did this happen?
Rachel: It was just a week ago. I guess I wasn't really needed and somebody, who shall remain nameless, actually reported my old relationship with Tag. So, now, that bitch has my job.
Ross: Let me guess, Sophie?
Rachel: Please don't use that name in my presence.
Ross: Honey, can't you get another job?
Rachel: Yeah, but I'm not sure if I want to. I want to spend time with Hannah, but I want to earn money.
Ross: Well, you could baby-sit for the triplets.
Ross then shuddered.
Ross: Actually, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Rachel: Well, I could baby-sit, but I really just want some special mom and daughter time with Hannah. She needs me.
Ross: I understand that.
Rachel: I need to earn money though. So, I think I'll try to get a good job somewhere.
Ross: Well, you love kids. Why not be a teacher? You went to four years of college. You could be a substitute teacher.
Rachel: I could . . .I'll think about it. Thanks for making me feel better.
Ross: Anytime. Now, let's go see our daughter.
Rachel sat at the coffeehouse, drinking a cup of tea. She looked really sad, but nobody else really seemed to notice. Monica was busy reading a book on pregnancy, Chandler was, as usual, busy looking through the newspaper, Ross was at working, and Hannah was with Phoebe, who was shopping.
Rachel: It's so great to have such a stress-free day.
Monica: Don't you work today?
Rachel: Oh, yeah, that. I knew I had Phoebe baby-sit for a reason!
Rachel stood up to leave and walked slowly out the door.
Monica put her book down and looked over at her husband.
Monica: Chandler, have you been thinking of baby names?
Chandler: Well, I wouldn't want to name him Chandler II. First of all, because Phoebe named one of the triplets that, and second of all, that triplet was a girl. I kind of like Aaron for a boy's name.
Monica: I like Chelsea.
Chandler: For a boy?!
Monica: No! For a girl!
Chandler: How about Katie? Katie is cute.
Monica: Katie is very cute! I like that!
Chandler: We could name her Katherine and call her Katie for short.
Monica: That would be adorable!
Chandler: If it's a boy . . .
Monica: James?
Chandler: No! Then he'd be Jimmy.
Monica: Good point.
Chandler: Andrew.
Monica: Andy?
Chandler: Jack, Caleb, Mark, Richard . . .
Monica: You want your son to be named after my ex-boyfriend?
Chandler shuddered.
Chandler: How about Logan?
Monica: Oh that's cute!
Chandler: Now, all we've got to do is get the nursery ready and have the baby.
Monica: Do you think it would be easier to decorate the nursery if we knew the sex of the baby?
Chandler: But you said you wanted to wait.
Monica: I know. I know, but everything would be so much easier and much more organized.
Chandler: But . . .
Monica: How about this? I find out and you don't. I'll decorate the nursery and you'll never be allowed in it until the baby is born.
Chandler: If one of us knows, the other has to!
Monica: Fine. I'll call the doctor and we'll find out everything.
Monica picked up the phone and dialed her doctor's number.
Doctor: Hello?
Monica: Hi. This is Monica Bing. I was wondering if you could tell me the sex of the baby.
Doctor: Oh, hello Mrs. Bing. It was too early to tell the sex of the baby, but I'm sure we can find out next month.
Monica: Okay, thank you doctor.
Monica hung up the phone and looked at Chandler.
Chandler: What did she say?
Monica: She said it was too early to tell. We can find out next month when we go in for the next ultrasound.
Chandler: Like I'm supposed to believe that.
Monica: Seriously!
Chandler: Okay. Fine. I guess I can believe you.
Monica: Okay . . .
Phoebe walked in and the triplets followed her. Hannah was being carried by Phoebe, as were a couple of shopping bags. Phoebe unloaded Hannah onto Chandler's lap.
Monica: Hi Pheebs! Hey kids!
Kids: Hi!
Little Chandler tugged at Phoebe's skirt.
Little Chandler: Can I have a cupcake?
Leslie: Me too!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Me too!
Phoebe: Fine! I'll get cupcakes!
Phoebe walked over to the counter and ordered three cupcakes. She came back over and sat down on the couch next to Monica and Chandler. The triplets were now sitting side by side in one big chair.
Chandler: How was your day, Pheebs?
Phoebe: Oh my God! I've never had a headache this bad in my life! First, little Chandler spilled her milk on Leslie, then Leslie threw a jelly donut at little Chandler, but missed and hit Frankie. Then, Frankie squirted his juice all over both of them. They all started screaming, which woke Hannah. Then she began to cry. I need a nap!
Monica: When do Frank and Alice come to get them?
Phoebe: I'm taking them home now. That's why I dropped off Hannah. She needs a new diaper.
Chandler: Thanks.
Phoebe got up as the waiter brought the cupcakes to the kids. Then, the three little ones followed Phoebe out of Central Perk.
*~*
Rachel walked nonchalantly down the sidewalk. She sighed as she stuck her hands in her jacket pockets. She watched all of the people bustling by and she remembered the days when she would be in that group, running to get to work on time. Rachel wanted to go see Ross, but she knew he was teaching and he'd wonder why she wasn't at work. She was going to tell him, but not yet.
As she was thinking about him, she ran into him on the sidewalk.
Rachel: Oh, Ross! Why aren't you at work?
Ross: Oh, I left early today. My last class got cancelled because the kids didn't come. So, I was heading to Ralph Lauren to see you.
Rachel: Oh, how sweet!
Ross: Wait a minute, why aren't you there?
Rachel: Oh, I was on my way.
Ross: You're late though. And you're not even dressed for work.
Rachel: I know.
Ross: What's going on?
Rachel: Ross . . .I really feel stupid telling you this.
Ross: Honey, what happened?
Rachel: I got fired.
Ross: What?!
Rachel: I got fired.
Ross: How? How did this happen? When did this happen?
Rachel: It was just a week ago. I guess I wasn't really needed and somebody, who shall remain nameless, actually reported my old relationship with Tag. So, now, that bitch has my job.
Ross: Let me guess, Sophie?
Rachel: Please don't use that name in my presence.
Ross: Honey, can't you get another job?
Rachel: Yeah, but I'm not sure if I want to. I want to spend time with Hannah, but I want to earn money.
Ross: Well, you could baby-sit for the triplets.
Ross then shuddered.
Ross: Actually, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Rachel: Well, I could baby-sit, but I really just want some special mom and daughter time with Hannah. She needs me.
Ross: I understand that.
Rachel: I need to earn money though. So, I think I'll try to get a good job somewhere.
Ross: Well, you love kids. Why not be a teacher? You went to four years of college. You could be a substitute teacher.
Rachel: I could . . .I'll think about it. Thanks for making me feel better.
Ross: Anytime. Now, let's go see our daughter.