Hey guys! It's Izzy here... hope y'all are staying safe! xoxo

Rachel woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting from downstairs. She quickly waddled down the stairs and saw her husband and her three-year-old daughter sitting and enjoying their meal.

"Hi, sleepy-head" Ross said kissing her lightly and giving her, her own plate of pancakes to enjoy. Before she could dig in, her phone rang. She picked up the phone and was surprised to not recognize the number on her flip phone.

"Hi, is this Rachel Green?" A young woman asked her.

"Yes, this is her. But if this is one of those damm sales, I'm not interested" She said blankly cutting up her pancakes.

"Err-no. This is not one of them, I'm your daughter. Olivia Wilson." Rachel drops her fork, and stays silent for a moment, Ross staring at her while she stared blankly ahead.

"Oh, wow. Olivia, I-uh never expected to hear from you" She said, surprisingly she felt tears slide down her cheek.

"I didn't even know that I was adopted until yesterday, so I didn't expect to hear from you either." She joked, Rachel could hear cars and the sounds of the city on the other side of the phone, which made her nervous for some reason.

"Olivia? Where are you? Are you in the city?" She asked, as her baby started to kick her-hard. She winced from the pain and rubbed her stomach softly. As if to say, 'shush, I'm talking'.

"Well, of course, I'm near your apartment. I called you to buzz me in, I want to hear about my life. How did you know I'm in the city?"

"Olivia, I gave birth to you, I have Mother's intuition. I don't live their anymore, I moved about a month ago, hun, I'm coming to get you." Rachel hung up the phone and placed her plate in the sink. All while, Ross stared at her.

"Rach, uh- who was that?" He asked. He looked around the room and looked as if he found out that condoms are only 97% effective again.

"My daughter" Rachel shrugged and grabbed her purse which was hanging on the back of her chair.

"YOUR DAUGHTER IS RIGHT THERE!" Ross yelled, pointing to Emma who was licking her fingers for any extra syrup.

"Oh, right. I have another daughter." Ross gaped at her as she waddled through the kitchen to go get her other daughter.

"Oh, so you just NEVER told me about this other daughter!" He yelled at her as she was opening the door. "AND DON'T THINK THAT I'M JUST GOING TO LET YOU GO INTO THE CITY WHILE YOUR 8 MONTHS PREGNANT!"

"I'll explain to you later, can you just shut up, and come with me. She walks outside as Ross follows her with Emma in his hands. Rachel unlocks the car and she attempts to slide into the seat but her stomach doesn't let her. Ross just gently pushes her aside and sits in the driver's seat, instead.

"I'll drive," He says simply. "Where too?"

"Joey's," She says, and Ross steps his foot on the pedal and they start moving.

About half an hour in, Ross breaks the silence.

"Honey, I'm sorry that I reacted that way. I'm just confused. But I trust you, and I love you"

Rachel just smiles at him and places her hand over his, tears running down her face. "I love you too, Ross"

Before they know it they arrive at their old apartment building, and by the telephone pole is a young girl who looks exactly like Rachel.

Olivia sits in the booth and waits for her Mother to come. Her birth mother, she would be meeting her birth mother. After what feels like ages, a black car parked on the street, not wanting to get her hopes up Olivia just stands there. Not before long, a woman comes out of the car with a huge belly. She's dressed in pajamas, but she can already tell it's her birth mom. She looks just like her. With her sandy hair, and the same jaw. Oliva wipes a tear off her face, and opens the telephone booth and runs to her mom.

"Hi, Mom," She says softly, as Rachel hugs her, poking her because of the huge stomach.

"Come on, let's take you home. You can explain why you are here in the car."