HI! This is my first story of Ross and Rachel and I thought of this idea.. hope you like it!

Rachel was laying in bed, she was wide awake. Her husband, Ross Geller was next to her and she could softly hear the sound of his snoring. Ross seemed to fall asleep the moment he got in bed, Emma seemed to take everything out of the two of them lately. With another child on the way, Rachel couldn't help but be worried about the arrival of their other daughter. Rachel was 8 months pregnant and felt as if her body was two sizes too small. She constantly felt uncomfortable because of how big this child was. Many people gasped when they saw her walking around the city, and working. Her boss tried to make her take an earlier leave but Rachel knew that the baby wouldn't come for another month, so what was the rush?

Rachel got out of her bed as fast as she could when she felt her bladder being pressed so hard she was sure that there was no more space in her uterus.

"Rach," Ross sat up immediately. "What's going on? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Fear was in his eyes, and Rachel just sighed.

"Noo, Ross I just have to go to the bathroom," Rachel continued on to the bathroom turning on the light. She heard Ross get up and follow her to the bathroom.

"Rach, I'm just looking out for you. I just want you to be okay, I mean the doctor said that you shouldn't exert yourself... and with the move I just want everything to be as less stressful as possible," Ross was leaning against the sliding door in their new house just three doors down from Monica and Chandler.

"Yes, yes I know. I'm trying. It's just so hard, with Emma and our new baby on the way. It's harder than it was my last two pregnancies." Ross looked at her strangely.

"What do you mean the last two? You've only been pregnant once, with Emma," Ross looked skeptical, and continued staring at Rachel.

"What-oh, I'm sorry honey, I guess I'm just really tired. I have work tomorrow, and I think it will be best for both of us if we just go to bed," Rachel waddled her way back to the bed and tried to avoid all the boxes in their room. That was a close one, he shouldn't have to know I got pregnant at 14. Rachel thought as she sat back down and Ross placed the comforter over her huge belly.

Olivia Wilson was sitting with her best friend, Abby when her Mom called for her. Her Mom was a stout round woman that was in her late 50s. All the other kids at her school, including Abby, had parents in their late 40s. While Olivia's mom was short and round with thinning black hair, Olivia had dirty blonde hair and a square jaw. Her beauty was constantly a topic with her and other girls at school. With girls constantly making fun of how she was pretty, saying that she paid for plastic surgery. Although they all knew it wasn't true it still hurt her.

In fact, Olivia was nothing like any of her mom or close relatives who were boring and unexciting. Olivia was 14 years old and loved anything to do with adventure, and especially loved Fashion, which her Mom said was a risky slope. Olivia so badly wanted to work in fashion when she got older but her Mom was against it. Ever since her father had died in a car accident when she was four her Mom was super strict.

"Olivia!" Abby said making Olivia snap out of her thoughts, the two of them walked to the kitchen to see Olivia's mom. Her mom was standing in the kitchen with a letter when they came into the room her mom placed the letter on the counter and smiled at the two girls who had been inseparable when they first met when they were six.

"Abby if you don't mind I have to tell Olivia something big," Abby shrugged and walked back to Olivia's room, closing the door lightly to give them privacy.

"What do you need to tell me?" Olivia asked staring at her mom's face, which was emotionless.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this, and I should have told you earlier, but..." She drawled on. "Uh, well we were having trouble getting pregnant and we adopted you when you were a baby"

"WHAT? Mom, why didn't you tell me?" Her voice seemed to get smaller and there seemed to be a huge lump in her throat. "Who is my birth Mom?" As soon as she asked this her Mother's face softened. She must be feeling bad. Oliva thought.

"Well, it was a young girl who gave birth to you. She was 14, and I believe her name was... Rachel. Rachel Green."

I'm sorry that this wasn't that good today but I hoped you like it! Please review and tell me what I should add if you'd like!