1009 - TOW Rachel's Decision
Seventeen-month-old Hannah Gellar was fast asleep on the rug in front of the television. A cartoon was on and she'd worn herself out when she jumped around the apartment, singing words to the theme song. Her mommy and daddy were busy in the other room. They had gone to have some private time together as soon as they saw that their daughter was asleep.
Ross and Rachel were in bed, holding each other, both dressed. This was the most intimate they could get during the daytime. When Hannah was asleep at night, however, it was a different story all together.
Rachel looked at Ross lovingly and he smiled at her. Just being in each other's arms, in each other's loving embrace was enough to keep them both going throughout the day.
Rachel: God, can you believe how fast everything is going? I mean, we're married, we have Hannah, Monica and Chandler are married and have Ally and Alex. Now Phoebe and Joey are engaged and they will have their little boy in just four more months.
Ross: We're all at that point in our lives where we're having kids and our lives are changing.
Rachel: Yeah. But I think ten years from now, our kids will be friends with Monica and Chandler's kids and with Phoebe and Joey's kids.
Ross: Our kids? Plural? So we're definitely having another one?
Rachel: Well . . . yeah! Why not? I mean, I love Hannah so much and it'd be nice to have twice that much love.
Ross: When?
Rachel: I don't know! Hannah will be 2 soon. Maybe we could try around that time.
Ross: Oh, bad idea. Two year olds get really jealous. Maybe if we get pregnant now, we can talk to her about it and she'll know what she's going to have to look forward to when the baby gets here.
Rachel: We could do that. Do you want to?
Ross: Sure! Do you?
Rachel: yeah! Should we talk about it more though?
Ross: What's to talk about?
Rachel: You're right . . .
Ross: Tonight sound good?
Rachel: Great! We're having sex tonight!
Ross: Great! I'll meet you in the bedroom at 6:30 tonight.
Rachel: Sounds wonderful!
Ross looked at his watch.
Ross: Oh, I have to go to work. I'll see you tonight.
Rachel: I'll be here.
Ross kissed Rachel and got up off of the bed. He left the bedroom and went out to the living room. Hannah was just sitting up, rubbing her tired little eyes.
Ross: Bye Hannah.
Hannah: Bye bye daddy!
Hannah waved her arms at her father. Ross left the apartment and headed out to work.
*~*
Phoebe was walking in Central Park with the triplets tagging along behind her. She had just picked up the five-year-old children at kindergarten. She had taken up walking to get from her apartment to the school and back. She figured it was a good way to stay in shape until she got too big to do so.
Phoebe was dawning a blue maternity shirt and matching shorts. She felt good on this warm day. Her son was kicking quite a lot too. He had become quite the little athlete, very active, in the past few weeks. He was known as Barney by the triplets. Phoebe had concluded that they had come up with that by watching either "The Flinstones" or "Barney and Friends".
Leslie: Aunt Phoebe? Can we go buy some stuff for Barney? You said we could!
Phoebe: Yeah, but we have to go pick up Uncle Joey first.
The triplets followed Phoebe all the way back to the apartment building. When they got there, Phoebe unlocked her apartment and saw Joey napping on the couch.
Phoebe: Joey!
Joey didn't wake up. The kids decided to run over to him and start tickling him. As Joey began to giggle like a girl, he opened his eyes and jumped off of the couch quickly.
Phoebe: Afternoon, sunshine.
Joey: Are we ready to go?
Phoebe: Yes. Do you have money?
Joey: Yeah. I got it earlier.
Phoebe: Okay. Let's go get stuff for Barney.
Joey: Uh . . .
Phoebe: What? It grows on you after awhile!
*~*
Monica was holding five-month-old Alex on her hip as she stirred the soup she had warming on the stove. Ally was sitting on Chandler's lap. Chandler was busy watching football. He had a baseball cap on his head to cover up the hideously bright red hair on top of his head. Ally was holding a cup of pudding and eating it with her hands. Unbeknownst to Chandler, he had brown pudding all over his khaki pants.
Monica was humming to her clean son. She had just bathed, diapered, and dressed him and his sister. He was clean and his sister was quite dirty.
Monica: I promise, your sister won't always be dirty. Just as long as daddy is watching her.
Alex looked at his mother and giggled. Ally looked over at the two of them and smiled a chocolate smile. Monica waved over at her.
Monica: Come on Alex, I better give sissy another bath.
Monica took her son into the nursery and put him down in his crib. She then went back into the living room and picked up her daughter off of Chandler's lap. She took her into the bathroom to get another bath started.
Rachel walked in holding her little girl's hand. Chandler looked back and saw Rachel. He turned off the TV and stood up.
Chandler: Hey. Monica's around here somewhere. At least I think she's still here. Maybe she went out.
Rachel couldn't help but stare at the chocolate all over Chandler's pants.
Rachel: Did you have an accident or something?
Chandler looked own at his pants and then back up at Rachel, his face glowing red.
Chandler: What?! No! It's pudding! I don't know how it got there!
Monica came out of the bathroom holding a naked, pudding-covered baby.
Rachel: It looks like it's hereditary.
Monica: Hey Rachel. I'm giving Ally another bath.
Rachel: Oh. Well, I came over to ask your advice on something.
Monica: I'll be right out. Why don't you ask Chandler first?
Monica left the room again and left Chandler and Rachel alone.
Chandler: What kind of advice do you need?
Rachel: Oh . . . It's nothing.
Chandler: Come on . . .
Rachel: Trust me, you really don't want to know.
Chandler: Oh tell me. My life isn't really that exciting today.
Rachel paused for a moment, shrugged, and then sighed.
Rachel: Well, how do you think is the best way to have sex if you want to get pregnant.
Chandler: Oh . . . I . . . um . . .I'm gonna go check on Alex.
Chandler quickly ran into the nursery and closed the door behind him. Rachel laughed and walked over to the stove. She looked at the soup that was in the pan and her stomach lurched. She stirred it anyway and then walked over to the bathroom door.
Rachel: Monica, I want to have another baby. Any suggestions.
Monica stood up quickly with a suds covered baby.
Monica: What?!
Rachel: Ross and I are planning to have another baby. I want tonight to be normal. I just want to have sex with him and make a kid.
Monica: I like the way you think . . .
Rachel: Well?
Monica: Well what?
Rachel: It's been awhile since I got pregnant. Did you and Chandler do anything special?
Monica: Well, we had a window washer watching us sometimes . . .
Rachel: Well, so have Ross and I. It hasn't done anything.
Monica: Just do what you did when you got pregnant with Hannah.
Rachel: But I don't remember . . .
Monica: You have it on video!
Rachel: You're right!
Monica: Rachel, it shouldn't take planning. Just go in there and . . . and do it.
Rachel: Nice way to put it. Thanks for the advice.
Rachel quickly left with Hannah and hurried for home.
*~*
At the store, Phoebe was piling blue, yellow, and green items into a shopping cart. Joey was pushing what would be their son's stroller. He was carrying what would be the baby carrier and car seat. The triplets were helping to push the cart. Phoebe was carrying a box of a hundred diapers.
Phoebe: I think we're about ready to go. I mean, we've nearly bought everything in the store. They're delivering the crib tomorrow and the bassinet. I think we've just about got everything.
Joey: Oh, the changing table!
Phoebe: No, Rachel got that for my baby shower.
Joey: Isn't that tomorrow?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Joey shook his head sighed.
Joey: I think we're done. You ready to go home?
Phoebe: Yeah. Let's hurry up and get through the line. I need to lie down.
Joey: You okay?
Phoebe: Yeah. I'm just tired.
Joey and Phoebe made their way through the line with the triplets and then headed for home.
Phoebe: How much did everything cost?
Joey: About a thousand.
Phoebe: Holy crap! That's a load of . . .that's highway robbery!
Joey: Calm down honey. The triplets are worried.
Phoebe: Sorry . . . let's go home.
They finally were on their way home.
*~*
Rachel smiled at Ross when he walked in the door. She was wearing a sexy black dress and sitting on the couch. The lights were out and there was a fire in the fireplace.
Rachel: Hi you.
Ross: Hey . . .
Rachel: Hannah's sleeping.
Ross: Good . . .good.
Rachel: We're here, we can be alone for awhile.
Ross: Good.
Rachel: Is that all you can say?
Ross: You look so beautiful. That's almost all I can say.
Rachel smiled and stood up. She walked over to Ross and wrapped her arms around him.
Rachel: I love you so much, Ross.
Ross: I love you too.
Rachel: Now, this is probably our only chance this month, and I want to get this right. I want a baby Ross. And I want our family to grow and be stronger.
Ross: I'll do my best.
Rachel chuckled and kissed Ross softly. He picked her up into his arms and walked into the darkness of their apartment bedroom.
Seventeen-month-old Hannah Gellar was fast asleep on the rug in front of the television. A cartoon was on and she'd worn herself out when she jumped around the apartment, singing words to the theme song. Her mommy and daddy were busy in the other room. They had gone to have some private time together as soon as they saw that their daughter was asleep.
Ross and Rachel were in bed, holding each other, both dressed. This was the most intimate they could get during the daytime. When Hannah was asleep at night, however, it was a different story all together.
Rachel looked at Ross lovingly and he smiled at her. Just being in each other's arms, in each other's loving embrace was enough to keep them both going throughout the day.
Rachel: God, can you believe how fast everything is going? I mean, we're married, we have Hannah, Monica and Chandler are married and have Ally and Alex. Now Phoebe and Joey are engaged and they will have their little boy in just four more months.
Ross: We're all at that point in our lives where we're having kids and our lives are changing.
Rachel: Yeah. But I think ten years from now, our kids will be friends with Monica and Chandler's kids and with Phoebe and Joey's kids.
Ross: Our kids? Plural? So we're definitely having another one?
Rachel: Well . . . yeah! Why not? I mean, I love Hannah so much and it'd be nice to have twice that much love.
Ross: When?
Rachel: I don't know! Hannah will be 2 soon. Maybe we could try around that time.
Ross: Oh, bad idea. Two year olds get really jealous. Maybe if we get pregnant now, we can talk to her about it and she'll know what she's going to have to look forward to when the baby gets here.
Rachel: We could do that. Do you want to?
Ross: Sure! Do you?
Rachel: yeah! Should we talk about it more though?
Ross: What's to talk about?
Rachel: You're right . . .
Ross: Tonight sound good?
Rachel: Great! We're having sex tonight!
Ross: Great! I'll meet you in the bedroom at 6:30 tonight.
Rachel: Sounds wonderful!
Ross looked at his watch.
Ross: Oh, I have to go to work. I'll see you tonight.
Rachel: I'll be here.
Ross kissed Rachel and got up off of the bed. He left the bedroom and went out to the living room. Hannah was just sitting up, rubbing her tired little eyes.
Ross: Bye Hannah.
Hannah: Bye bye daddy!
Hannah waved her arms at her father. Ross left the apartment and headed out to work.
*~*
Phoebe was walking in Central Park with the triplets tagging along behind her. She had just picked up the five-year-old children at kindergarten. She had taken up walking to get from her apartment to the school and back. She figured it was a good way to stay in shape until she got too big to do so.
Phoebe was dawning a blue maternity shirt and matching shorts. She felt good on this warm day. Her son was kicking quite a lot too. He had become quite the little athlete, very active, in the past few weeks. He was known as Barney by the triplets. Phoebe had concluded that they had come up with that by watching either "The Flinstones" or "Barney and Friends".
Leslie: Aunt Phoebe? Can we go buy some stuff for Barney? You said we could!
Phoebe: Yeah, but we have to go pick up Uncle Joey first.
The triplets followed Phoebe all the way back to the apartment building. When they got there, Phoebe unlocked her apartment and saw Joey napping on the couch.
Phoebe: Joey!
Joey didn't wake up. The kids decided to run over to him and start tickling him. As Joey began to giggle like a girl, he opened his eyes and jumped off of the couch quickly.
Phoebe: Afternoon, sunshine.
Joey: Are we ready to go?
Phoebe: Yes. Do you have money?
Joey: Yeah. I got it earlier.
Phoebe: Okay. Let's go get stuff for Barney.
Joey: Uh . . .
Phoebe: What? It grows on you after awhile!
*~*
Monica was holding five-month-old Alex on her hip as she stirred the soup she had warming on the stove. Ally was sitting on Chandler's lap. Chandler was busy watching football. He had a baseball cap on his head to cover up the hideously bright red hair on top of his head. Ally was holding a cup of pudding and eating it with her hands. Unbeknownst to Chandler, he had brown pudding all over his khaki pants.
Monica was humming to her clean son. She had just bathed, diapered, and dressed him and his sister. He was clean and his sister was quite dirty.
Monica: I promise, your sister won't always be dirty. Just as long as daddy is watching her.
Alex looked at his mother and giggled. Ally looked over at the two of them and smiled a chocolate smile. Monica waved over at her.
Monica: Come on Alex, I better give sissy another bath.
Monica took her son into the nursery and put him down in his crib. She then went back into the living room and picked up her daughter off of Chandler's lap. She took her into the bathroom to get another bath started.
Rachel walked in holding her little girl's hand. Chandler looked back and saw Rachel. He turned off the TV and stood up.
Chandler: Hey. Monica's around here somewhere. At least I think she's still here. Maybe she went out.
Rachel couldn't help but stare at the chocolate all over Chandler's pants.
Rachel: Did you have an accident or something?
Chandler looked own at his pants and then back up at Rachel, his face glowing red.
Chandler: What?! No! It's pudding! I don't know how it got there!
Monica came out of the bathroom holding a naked, pudding-covered baby.
Rachel: It looks like it's hereditary.
Monica: Hey Rachel. I'm giving Ally another bath.
Rachel: Oh. Well, I came over to ask your advice on something.
Monica: I'll be right out. Why don't you ask Chandler first?
Monica left the room again and left Chandler and Rachel alone.
Chandler: What kind of advice do you need?
Rachel: Oh . . . It's nothing.
Chandler: Come on . . .
Rachel: Trust me, you really don't want to know.
Chandler: Oh tell me. My life isn't really that exciting today.
Rachel paused for a moment, shrugged, and then sighed.
Rachel: Well, how do you think is the best way to have sex if you want to get pregnant.
Chandler: Oh . . . I . . . um . . .I'm gonna go check on Alex.
Chandler quickly ran into the nursery and closed the door behind him. Rachel laughed and walked over to the stove. She looked at the soup that was in the pan and her stomach lurched. She stirred it anyway and then walked over to the bathroom door.
Rachel: Monica, I want to have another baby. Any suggestions.
Monica stood up quickly with a suds covered baby.
Monica: What?!
Rachel: Ross and I are planning to have another baby. I want tonight to be normal. I just want to have sex with him and make a kid.
Monica: I like the way you think . . .
Rachel: Well?
Monica: Well what?
Rachel: It's been awhile since I got pregnant. Did you and Chandler do anything special?
Monica: Well, we had a window washer watching us sometimes . . .
Rachel: Well, so have Ross and I. It hasn't done anything.
Monica: Just do what you did when you got pregnant with Hannah.
Rachel: But I don't remember . . .
Monica: You have it on video!
Rachel: You're right!
Monica: Rachel, it shouldn't take planning. Just go in there and . . . and do it.
Rachel: Nice way to put it. Thanks for the advice.
Rachel quickly left with Hannah and hurried for home.
*~*
At the store, Phoebe was piling blue, yellow, and green items into a shopping cart. Joey was pushing what would be their son's stroller. He was carrying what would be the baby carrier and car seat. The triplets were helping to push the cart. Phoebe was carrying a box of a hundred diapers.
Phoebe: I think we're about ready to go. I mean, we've nearly bought everything in the store. They're delivering the crib tomorrow and the bassinet. I think we've just about got everything.
Joey: Oh, the changing table!
Phoebe: No, Rachel got that for my baby shower.
Joey: Isn't that tomorrow?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Joey shook his head sighed.
Joey: I think we're done. You ready to go home?
Phoebe: Yeah. Let's hurry up and get through the line. I need to lie down.
Joey: You okay?
Phoebe: Yeah. I'm just tired.
Joey and Phoebe made their way through the line with the triplets and then headed for home.
Phoebe: How much did everything cost?
Joey: About a thousand.
Phoebe: Holy crap! That's a load of . . .that's highway robbery!
Joey: Calm down honey. The triplets are worried.
Phoebe: Sorry . . . let's go home.
They finally were on their way home.
*~*
Rachel smiled at Ross when he walked in the door. She was wearing a sexy black dress and sitting on the couch. The lights were out and there was a fire in the fireplace.
Rachel: Hi you.
Ross: Hey . . .
Rachel: Hannah's sleeping.
Ross: Good . . .good.
Rachel: We're here, we can be alone for awhile.
Ross: Good.
Rachel: Is that all you can say?
Ross: You look so beautiful. That's almost all I can say.
Rachel smiled and stood up. She walked over to Ross and wrapped her arms around him.
Rachel: I love you so much, Ross.
Ross: I love you too.
Rachel: Now, this is probably our only chance this month, and I want to get this right. I want a baby Ross. And I want our family to grow and be stronger.
Ross: I'll do my best.
Rachel chuckled and kissed Ross softly. He picked her up into his arms and walked into the darkness of their apartment bedroom.