1016 - TOW the New Car
Ross and four-month-pregnant Rachel walked into their new apartment. They'd finally gotten everything moved in, Hannah's nursery was put together and now, the nursery for the three boys that were on their way was complete.
Twenty-two-month old Hannah was excited about her new room. She even picked out the paint that Ross painted in her nursery. It was light purple. She loved it! Rachel had cried when she found out Hannah picked out the colors. She knew her little girl wasn't really a baby anymore. She was growing up into a beautiful little girl with sandy brown hair and bluish-green eyes.
Ross was excited because he and Rachel were buying a new car. It was actually a minivan. The triplets' car seats could fit in the middle seat, and Hannah could sit in the very back. She wanted it that way, anyway.
Rachel: When are they bringing the van?
Ross: They said it'd be here at noon. It's jet black with black leather interior.
Rachel: Wow! Now, if our family was smaller, I would've went for that PT Cruiser.
Ross: Well, our family is huge, so we needed the minivan.
Rachel: That's true.
She rubbed her pregnant belly. At four months pregnant with triplets, she looked as if she was six months along. She knew she was going to get huge. Maybe even bigger than Phoebe did. After all, Phoebe was taller and she had a longer waist. Rachel was pretty short, so she had very little room for the bulge to go.
Rachel sat down on the couch and pulled her daughter into her lap.
Rachel: Hi Hannah.
Hannah: Hi mommy.
Rachel: Did you have fun at Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Joey's?
Hannah: No! Baby is loud!
Rachel: I know . . . but, we'll have three babies soon.
Hannah: They won't be loud!
Rachel: How do you know that?
Hannah shrugged and jumped off of her mother's lap. She hurried out of the room and into her bedroom.
Rachel: She's getting so big . . .
Rachel just started to cry. Ross sighed and sat down on the couch and put his arm around her.
Ross: It's okay honey. She's growing up. All kids do. Our triplets will.
Rachel: Don't tell me that! I just wish they could all be sweet innocent babies forever.
Ross: I guess . . .
Rachel's tears immediately subsided and she smiled.
Rachel: I could really go for a salad.
Ross, realizing that her mood swings were kicking in, humored her.
Ross: Do you want me to make you a salad?
Rachel: No that's okay. I'm not really hungry.
Rachel stood up and left the room. Ross just shook his head in confusion and leaned back on the couch.
*~*
Monica was doing a fitness tape in her living room with Chandler. Chandler was doubled over, gasping for breath.
Monica: Oh, come on! That was just the warm-up!
Ten-months-old Ally and Alex giggled from their playpens.
Chandler: How is a person supposed to bend that way?!
Monica: I've seen you bend that way before, Mr. Bing.
Chandler: Well that's different.
Monica: Okay, if you say so.
Chandler: I don't see why I have to work out.
Monica: Well, we want you to stay in shape.
Chandler: You want me to stay in shape. I'm happy with fat Chandler.
Monica: You're not fat, honey. You just need to exercise with me.
Chandler: If you say so!
Monica rolled her eyes and stopped the tape.
Monica: Fine, you know what, if you don't want to do this one thing with me, you can just take care of the kids all day, by yourself.
Monica began pulling jeans on over her bathing suit and she put a top on. She put her shoes on and grabbed her purse.
Chandler: Where are you going?
Monica: Out. See you later.
*~*
Phoebe was sitting in front of Draven's baby carrier, which was propped up on the table. The five-year-old triplets were sitting around the table helping Phoebe fold baby blankets.
Phoebe: Who's the cutest little guy in the world?
Draven grunted.
Phoebe: Smart baby!
Joey walked into the apartment with a bag full of baby stuff. There were cans of formula, diapers, diapers, and more diapers.
Phoebe: Hi Joey.
Joey: Hey. I got all you asked for.
Phoebe: Thanks honey.
Joey sat the bag down on the counter and walked over to the couch. He sat down and started flipping through the channels on television.
Joey: Oh! Baywatch is on!
Phoebe: Joey!
Joey: Oh, come on. Please? I really, really want to see this one! It's where they save somebody from drowning!
Phoebe: Oh, I've seen that one! Go ahead and watch it.
Phoebe went back to watching her baby boy who was staring at her. His thick black hair was getting really long.
Phoebe: You think it's time we get Draven a haircut?
Joey: That's nice honey.
Phoebe rolled her eyes skyward and shrugged. She smelled something funny and picked the baby up.
Phoebe: Time for a change!
*~*
Ross and Rachel were now sitting in their minivan. Ross was driving and Hannah was setting between them.
Rachel: Oh, this is nice. I really love this van!
Ross: Me too!
Hannah: Me three!
Rachel smiled at her little girl and laughed.
Rachel: Okay. Pull over, I want to drive.
Ross continued driving.
Ross: Honey, you shouldn't drive in your condition.
Rachel: I'm pregnant, not brain damaged. I'm not big yet. I can still fit behind the wheel.
Ross: I don't want to risk it.
Rachel: Come on!
Ross: Sorry sweetie. I wouldn't feel comfortably.
Rachel: Would you just let me drive the damn van?!
Ross: Honey . . .
Rachel: Come on! Please!
Ross: Fine.
Ross pulled the car over and got out slowly. The truth was, he was terrified of Rachel's driving. Rachel kissed his cheek and got behind the wheel and drove off.
*~*
A couple of hours later, Monica got back home feeling really stupid for making Chandler do aerobics. She saw him immediately. He was sitting on the floor in front of the television, doing floor aerobics.
Monica: Ha! I caught you!
Chandler turned around quickly.
Chandler: You scared the bajeezus out of me!
Monica: You're working out! You're working out!
Chandler: So? I'm staying in shape.
Monica: I'm proud of you.
Monica walked over to Chandler and kissed him. She broke away with a giggle.
Monica: But floor aerobics?!
*~*
Rachel parallel parked along the street and she got out of the minivan with a smile on her face. Ross got out slowly with Hannah. He looked terrified, but relieved that the ride was over.
Rachel: I'm so glad we got the van!
Ross followed behind Rachel.
Ross: Yeah . . . me too . . .
Ross and four-month-pregnant Rachel walked into their new apartment. They'd finally gotten everything moved in, Hannah's nursery was put together and now, the nursery for the three boys that were on their way was complete.
Twenty-two-month old Hannah was excited about her new room. She even picked out the paint that Ross painted in her nursery. It was light purple. She loved it! Rachel had cried when she found out Hannah picked out the colors. She knew her little girl wasn't really a baby anymore. She was growing up into a beautiful little girl with sandy brown hair and bluish-green eyes.
Ross was excited because he and Rachel were buying a new car. It was actually a minivan. The triplets' car seats could fit in the middle seat, and Hannah could sit in the very back. She wanted it that way, anyway.
Rachel: When are they bringing the van?
Ross: They said it'd be here at noon. It's jet black with black leather interior.
Rachel: Wow! Now, if our family was smaller, I would've went for that PT Cruiser.
Ross: Well, our family is huge, so we needed the minivan.
Rachel: That's true.
She rubbed her pregnant belly. At four months pregnant with triplets, she looked as if she was six months along. She knew she was going to get huge. Maybe even bigger than Phoebe did. After all, Phoebe was taller and she had a longer waist. Rachel was pretty short, so she had very little room for the bulge to go.
Rachel sat down on the couch and pulled her daughter into her lap.
Rachel: Hi Hannah.
Hannah: Hi mommy.
Rachel: Did you have fun at Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Joey's?
Hannah: No! Baby is loud!
Rachel: I know . . . but, we'll have three babies soon.
Hannah: They won't be loud!
Rachel: How do you know that?
Hannah shrugged and jumped off of her mother's lap. She hurried out of the room and into her bedroom.
Rachel: She's getting so big . . .
Rachel just started to cry. Ross sighed and sat down on the couch and put his arm around her.
Ross: It's okay honey. She's growing up. All kids do. Our triplets will.
Rachel: Don't tell me that! I just wish they could all be sweet innocent babies forever.
Ross: I guess . . .
Rachel's tears immediately subsided and she smiled.
Rachel: I could really go for a salad.
Ross, realizing that her mood swings were kicking in, humored her.
Ross: Do you want me to make you a salad?
Rachel: No that's okay. I'm not really hungry.
Rachel stood up and left the room. Ross just shook his head in confusion and leaned back on the couch.
*~*
Monica was doing a fitness tape in her living room with Chandler. Chandler was doubled over, gasping for breath.
Monica: Oh, come on! That was just the warm-up!
Ten-months-old Ally and Alex giggled from their playpens.
Chandler: How is a person supposed to bend that way?!
Monica: I've seen you bend that way before, Mr. Bing.
Chandler: Well that's different.
Monica: Okay, if you say so.
Chandler: I don't see why I have to work out.
Monica: Well, we want you to stay in shape.
Chandler: You want me to stay in shape. I'm happy with fat Chandler.
Monica: You're not fat, honey. You just need to exercise with me.
Chandler: If you say so!
Monica rolled her eyes and stopped the tape.
Monica: Fine, you know what, if you don't want to do this one thing with me, you can just take care of the kids all day, by yourself.
Monica began pulling jeans on over her bathing suit and she put a top on. She put her shoes on and grabbed her purse.
Chandler: Where are you going?
Monica: Out. See you later.
*~*
Phoebe was sitting in front of Draven's baby carrier, which was propped up on the table. The five-year-old triplets were sitting around the table helping Phoebe fold baby blankets.
Phoebe: Who's the cutest little guy in the world?
Draven grunted.
Phoebe: Smart baby!
Joey walked into the apartment with a bag full of baby stuff. There were cans of formula, diapers, diapers, and more diapers.
Phoebe: Hi Joey.
Joey: Hey. I got all you asked for.
Phoebe: Thanks honey.
Joey sat the bag down on the counter and walked over to the couch. He sat down and started flipping through the channels on television.
Joey: Oh! Baywatch is on!
Phoebe: Joey!
Joey: Oh, come on. Please? I really, really want to see this one! It's where they save somebody from drowning!
Phoebe: Oh, I've seen that one! Go ahead and watch it.
Phoebe went back to watching her baby boy who was staring at her. His thick black hair was getting really long.
Phoebe: You think it's time we get Draven a haircut?
Joey: That's nice honey.
Phoebe rolled her eyes skyward and shrugged. She smelled something funny and picked the baby up.
Phoebe: Time for a change!
*~*
Ross and Rachel were now sitting in their minivan. Ross was driving and Hannah was setting between them.
Rachel: Oh, this is nice. I really love this van!
Ross: Me too!
Hannah: Me three!
Rachel smiled at her little girl and laughed.
Rachel: Okay. Pull over, I want to drive.
Ross continued driving.
Ross: Honey, you shouldn't drive in your condition.
Rachel: I'm pregnant, not brain damaged. I'm not big yet. I can still fit behind the wheel.
Ross: I don't want to risk it.
Rachel: Come on!
Ross: Sorry sweetie. I wouldn't feel comfortably.
Rachel: Would you just let me drive the damn van?!
Ross: Honey . . .
Rachel: Come on! Please!
Ross: Fine.
Ross pulled the car over and got out slowly. The truth was, he was terrified of Rachel's driving. Rachel kissed his cheek and got behind the wheel and drove off.
*~*
A couple of hours later, Monica got back home feeling really stupid for making Chandler do aerobics. She saw him immediately. He was sitting on the floor in front of the television, doing floor aerobics.
Monica: Ha! I caught you!
Chandler turned around quickly.
Chandler: You scared the bajeezus out of me!
Monica: You're working out! You're working out!
Chandler: So? I'm staying in shape.
Monica: I'm proud of you.
Monica walked over to Chandler and kissed him. She broke away with a giggle.
Monica: But floor aerobics?!
*~*
Rachel parallel parked along the street and she got out of the minivan with a smile on her face. Ross got out slowly with Hannah. He looked terrified, but relieved that the ride was over.
Rachel: I'm so glad we got the van!
Ross followed behind Rachel.
Ross: Yeah . . . me too . . .