1002 - TOW Family
Rachel was lying in Ross' arms on the couch. Their year old daughter was playing with her blocks on the floor in front of the television. The day was just half way through and Ross and Rachel were home with their daughter. They wanted to spend a lot of time with her because little Hannah was jealous of all the attention babies Alex and Ally were getting.
Rachel: Hannah is just getting so beautiful. She's always been beautiful, but you know, she's really starting to look like her own person. She's getting longer hair, her eyes are becoming more of a brown color and she's just growing so much.
Ross: They grow so fast. Soon she'll be out of her diaper and getting potty trained.
Rachel: That'll be nice.
Ross: Yeah.
Rachel: God, it's so nice to be in my husband's arms. I'm so glad we're married now.
Ross: Believe me, I am too.
Rachel: Do you think that we could've been happy if we'd just stayed together the first time we were married?
Ross: No, I think it would've just made things worse.
Rachel: Maybe you're right. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't we spend today inside?
Ross: I like that idea!
Rachel: You know what I mean. We could spend more time with Hannah. She needs us around, you know. There's always time when both of us are not around and then there are times when just one of us is around. I think we should spend today as a family.
Ross: Well, let's do it then.
*~*
The Bing apartment was a mess. Blankets, diapers, bottles, toys, clothes, and other things were strewn about. The only clean room was the nursery. Week-old Ally and Alex were home from the hospital, and they'd been there for the past 24 hours. But, in that short time, the apartment had turned into a disaster area.
Monica and Chandler had spent night duty in the nursery watching over the kids, taking breaks every two hours and then switching so the other could watch and they could get sleep.
The nursery was nicely decorated, with pink in some places, blue in others. It was hard to decorate for a boy and a girl. Especially for an extra baby that they had no idea would even exist until much later on in the pregnancy.
Monica looked like she'd been rode hard and put away wet, so to speak. She had the darkest circles under her eyes and her hair was a mess. She'd had no time to fix herself up with two crying babies in the apartment. Now her outfit consisted of a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt.
Chandler looked worse. His hair was a mess, his clothes, well, they were unspeakably ugly, and he had too missed sleep. He looked as if he'd been awake for the past week, although that was what one long night of diaper changing, bottle-feeding, and just plain screaming babies did to him.
At this point, Monica and Chandler were each sitting in a rocking chair, side-by-side, rocking one child in their arms. Monica held baby Alex, who had a thick head of fuzzy dark hair and beautiful sky blue eyes, and Chandler held baby Ally, who had a very, very tiny amount of light blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
The twins looked nothing alike for being fraternal. They looked somewhat alike, but just like any regular sibling, they didn't look anywhere near the same. They were two separate children who just happened to be born at the same time.
Monica: Good, Alex is asleep. Let's hope he stays that way.
Monica slowly stood up and carried the baby over to his bassinet. Chandler slowly stood with a wide-awake Ally. She didn't protest, but she made a sucking motion with her mouth. Chandler searched around for her pacifier and popped it into her mouth. He put her down in her bassinet and walked with Monica out of the nursery. They took the baby monitor with them and flipped on the one in the nursery. They closed the door and searched around for a clear spot to walk to get to the couch.
After they sat down, Monica and Chandler felt as if they couldn't get up again.
Monica: God, two babies . . .scary . . .
Chandler: Yeah . . . what you said. I think that they have it out for us. They want us to suffer. They don't want us to eat, sleep, or have any time to get ourselves cleaned up. I mean, the kids scream all the time. They won't go to sleep when you tell them. I don't know how I can take it! It's not a wonder my dad became gay and ran off with the houseboy! He didn't want any more kids!
Monica: Chandler, honey, it's okay.
Chandler: No it's not!
Chandler rubbed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. He yawned and nearly fell asleep. Monica tapped him on the shoulder.
Monica: What are you doing?
Chandler: Trying to sleep.
Monica: I can't get to sleep. I want you to talk to me.
Chandler: And I want to sleep.
Monica: Chandler! Please, come on. I'm bored.
Chandler: Fine. Fine. What do you want to talk about?
Monica: Great. Now you're humoring me. Well forget about it, Bing. Go to sleep. I'm getting a shower!
Chandler just shrugged as Monica went to the bathroom to get a shower. He leaned back on the couch, propped his legs up and fell asleep. He just hoped he'd get to stay asleep for awhile.
*~*
At Joey's apartment, Phoebe and Joey were awake, drinking coffee. They looked as if they hadn't gotten any sleep either.
Joey: Man, this sucks! We can't even have sex because of those squalling kids over there! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I think I'm having a nervous break down.
Phoebe: Honey, calm down. It's okay. Why don't we go to my place, get some sleep so we're rested up, and then we can have sex.
Joey: I love the way you think. Let's go!
Phoebe: Okay, I have to get some clothes to change into.
Joey: Why? You won't need them.
Phoebe: Oh, good point! Let's go!
*~*
Rachel was sitting on the floor with Hannah in her lap. The little tyke was playing patty cake with her. She was laughing and smiling as Ross watched on.
Rachel: She's getting good at this!
Ross: Of course she is. She's smart. She's our baby.
Rachel: The future president, of a fashion company.
Ross: Or the first woman president of the United States.
Rachel: Oh that would be nice too!
Ross: Maybe she'll marry a doctor. But, then again, I'm not letting her date until she's forty.
Rachel: Oh, come on Ross. You know that when she hits her teens, she'll still be your little girl and you'll let her go on dates because you'll trust her.
Ross: Yes, but I don't trust guys. I'm a guy. When I was a teenager, I wouldn't have trusted myself had I been the age I am now. Do you get the picture?
Rachel: Yes. But, she has to date. She has to get out there and experience things.
Ross: Some things she better not be experiencing until she's married.
Rachel: Well, yeah, of course, but then again, look at us. We had numerous lovers until we found each other.
Ross: Yeah, but that's true. In my case, I did marry most of them.
Rachel: Yeah that's true. Well, maybe you're right. She shouldn't date till she's forty.
Ross picked up Hannah from Rachel's lap and carried her over to the window. He began to point things out to her and she smiled as he did so.
Rachel watched her husband and her daughter with love in her eyes. She'd never seen Ross and Hannah so cute together before since the day the baby was born. But, Rachel knew Ross loved Hannah and that Hannah loved Ross.
Ross was the perfect father for Hannah, Rachel knew. She was glad she conceived the child with him instead of some nobody. She had created a life with her best friend, and that was the best thing she had ever done.
*~*
The twins started crying again and Monica ran out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and one around her head. Chandler was amazingly still sleeping. She sighed and threw a pillow at his head.
Chandler: What? Hmm? What?
Monica: Our kids are crying.
Chandler: Oh! Well, they're probably needing something.
Monica: Really?! Well, let's go take care of them.
Chandler heaved himself up off the couch and fell back down as Monica went into the nursery. Chandler closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
*~*
Phoebe and Joey were kissing and about to go into Pheobe's bedroom, but Joey broke away from her.
Joey: I'm sorry. I can't stop hearing those babies screaming! It's ruining the mood.
Phoebe: I know! It's like, one baby cries then the other one does. I'm so glad I didn't keep the triplets at my house. I love them to death, but they would've been a handful. They still are!
Joey: I think it's best if we just go get some sleep.
Phoebe: Good idea. Let's go to bed.
Phoebe and Joey walked tiredly into Phoebe's bedroom and shut the door behind them.
Rachel was lying in Ross' arms on the couch. Their year old daughter was playing with her blocks on the floor in front of the television. The day was just half way through and Ross and Rachel were home with their daughter. They wanted to spend a lot of time with her because little Hannah was jealous of all the attention babies Alex and Ally were getting.
Rachel: Hannah is just getting so beautiful. She's always been beautiful, but you know, she's really starting to look like her own person. She's getting longer hair, her eyes are becoming more of a brown color and she's just growing so much.
Ross: They grow so fast. Soon she'll be out of her diaper and getting potty trained.
Rachel: That'll be nice.
Ross: Yeah.
Rachel: God, it's so nice to be in my husband's arms. I'm so glad we're married now.
Ross: Believe me, I am too.
Rachel: Do you think that we could've been happy if we'd just stayed together the first time we were married?
Ross: No, I think it would've just made things worse.
Rachel: Maybe you're right. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't we spend today inside?
Ross: I like that idea!
Rachel: You know what I mean. We could spend more time with Hannah. She needs us around, you know. There's always time when both of us are not around and then there are times when just one of us is around. I think we should spend today as a family.
Ross: Well, let's do it then.
*~*
The Bing apartment was a mess. Blankets, diapers, bottles, toys, clothes, and other things were strewn about. The only clean room was the nursery. Week-old Ally and Alex were home from the hospital, and they'd been there for the past 24 hours. But, in that short time, the apartment had turned into a disaster area.
Monica and Chandler had spent night duty in the nursery watching over the kids, taking breaks every two hours and then switching so the other could watch and they could get sleep.
The nursery was nicely decorated, with pink in some places, blue in others. It was hard to decorate for a boy and a girl. Especially for an extra baby that they had no idea would even exist until much later on in the pregnancy.
Monica looked like she'd been rode hard and put away wet, so to speak. She had the darkest circles under her eyes and her hair was a mess. She'd had no time to fix herself up with two crying babies in the apartment. Now her outfit consisted of a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt.
Chandler looked worse. His hair was a mess, his clothes, well, they were unspeakably ugly, and he had too missed sleep. He looked as if he'd been awake for the past week, although that was what one long night of diaper changing, bottle-feeding, and just plain screaming babies did to him.
At this point, Monica and Chandler were each sitting in a rocking chair, side-by-side, rocking one child in their arms. Monica held baby Alex, who had a thick head of fuzzy dark hair and beautiful sky blue eyes, and Chandler held baby Ally, who had a very, very tiny amount of light blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
The twins looked nothing alike for being fraternal. They looked somewhat alike, but just like any regular sibling, they didn't look anywhere near the same. They were two separate children who just happened to be born at the same time.
Monica: Good, Alex is asleep. Let's hope he stays that way.
Monica slowly stood up and carried the baby over to his bassinet. Chandler slowly stood with a wide-awake Ally. She didn't protest, but she made a sucking motion with her mouth. Chandler searched around for her pacifier and popped it into her mouth. He put her down in her bassinet and walked with Monica out of the nursery. They took the baby monitor with them and flipped on the one in the nursery. They closed the door and searched around for a clear spot to walk to get to the couch.
After they sat down, Monica and Chandler felt as if they couldn't get up again.
Monica: God, two babies . . .scary . . .
Chandler: Yeah . . . what you said. I think that they have it out for us. They want us to suffer. They don't want us to eat, sleep, or have any time to get ourselves cleaned up. I mean, the kids scream all the time. They won't go to sleep when you tell them. I don't know how I can take it! It's not a wonder my dad became gay and ran off with the houseboy! He didn't want any more kids!
Monica: Chandler, honey, it's okay.
Chandler: No it's not!
Chandler rubbed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. He yawned and nearly fell asleep. Monica tapped him on the shoulder.
Monica: What are you doing?
Chandler: Trying to sleep.
Monica: I can't get to sleep. I want you to talk to me.
Chandler: And I want to sleep.
Monica: Chandler! Please, come on. I'm bored.
Chandler: Fine. Fine. What do you want to talk about?
Monica: Great. Now you're humoring me. Well forget about it, Bing. Go to sleep. I'm getting a shower!
Chandler just shrugged as Monica went to the bathroom to get a shower. He leaned back on the couch, propped his legs up and fell asleep. He just hoped he'd get to stay asleep for awhile.
*~*
At Joey's apartment, Phoebe and Joey were awake, drinking coffee. They looked as if they hadn't gotten any sleep either.
Joey: Man, this sucks! We can't even have sex because of those squalling kids over there! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I think I'm having a nervous break down.
Phoebe: Honey, calm down. It's okay. Why don't we go to my place, get some sleep so we're rested up, and then we can have sex.
Joey: I love the way you think. Let's go!
Phoebe: Okay, I have to get some clothes to change into.
Joey: Why? You won't need them.
Phoebe: Oh, good point! Let's go!
*~*
Rachel was sitting on the floor with Hannah in her lap. The little tyke was playing patty cake with her. She was laughing and smiling as Ross watched on.
Rachel: She's getting good at this!
Ross: Of course she is. She's smart. She's our baby.
Rachel: The future president, of a fashion company.
Ross: Or the first woman president of the United States.
Rachel: Oh that would be nice too!
Ross: Maybe she'll marry a doctor. But, then again, I'm not letting her date until she's forty.
Rachel: Oh, come on Ross. You know that when she hits her teens, she'll still be your little girl and you'll let her go on dates because you'll trust her.
Ross: Yes, but I don't trust guys. I'm a guy. When I was a teenager, I wouldn't have trusted myself had I been the age I am now. Do you get the picture?
Rachel: Yes. But, she has to date. She has to get out there and experience things.
Ross: Some things she better not be experiencing until she's married.
Rachel: Well, yeah, of course, but then again, look at us. We had numerous lovers until we found each other.
Ross: Yeah, but that's true. In my case, I did marry most of them.
Rachel: Yeah that's true. Well, maybe you're right. She shouldn't date till she's forty.
Ross picked up Hannah from Rachel's lap and carried her over to the window. He began to point things out to her and she smiled as he did so.
Rachel watched her husband and her daughter with love in her eyes. She'd never seen Ross and Hannah so cute together before since the day the baby was born. But, Rachel knew Ross loved Hannah and that Hannah loved Ross.
Ross was the perfect father for Hannah, Rachel knew. She was glad she conceived the child with him instead of some nobody. She had created a life with her best friend, and that was the best thing she had ever done.
*~*
The twins started crying again and Monica ran out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and one around her head. Chandler was amazingly still sleeping. She sighed and threw a pillow at his head.
Chandler: What? Hmm? What?
Monica: Our kids are crying.
Chandler: Oh! Well, they're probably needing something.
Monica: Really?! Well, let's go take care of them.
Chandler heaved himself up off the couch and fell back down as Monica went into the nursery. Chandler closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
*~*
Phoebe and Joey were kissing and about to go into Pheobe's bedroom, but Joey broke away from her.
Joey: I'm sorry. I can't stop hearing those babies screaming! It's ruining the mood.
Phoebe: I know! It's like, one baby cries then the other one does. I'm so glad I didn't keep the triplets at my house. I love them to death, but they would've been a handful. They still are!
Joey: I think it's best if we just go get some sleep.
Phoebe: Good idea. Let's go to bed.
Phoebe and Joey walked tiredly into Phoebe's bedroom and shut the door behind them.