1017 - TOW Frank and Alice Return Part I
The five-year-old triplets were having a ball as they ran around the living room of the apartment playing tag with each other.
Leslie: You're it!
L. Chandler: No! Frankie is it!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Nuh-uh! I'm not it!
Phoebe came out of the nursery with two month old Draven in her arms. Five-month-pregnant Rachel walked out behind her with twenty-three-month old Hannah holding her hand.
Rachel: Thanks so much for letting me borrow this diaper rash cream. I mean, Hannah is just getting the worst diaper rash. I think it's about time to start potty-training her.
Phoebe: Oh . . . good luck.
Rachel: Yeah.
Chandler walked in with Ally on one hip and Alex on another.
Chandler: Okay. They're eleven months old and they won't say daddy!
Phoebe: Oh, well, they already said Phoebe.
Rachel: And Rachel.
Chandler: Well, so far, their vocabulary is mommy, Rachel, Phoebe, Monica, and poop.
Phoebe: Oh, well, that could make for a very interesting sentence.
Chandler: Tell me about it. Monica and I were putting them into sentences last night. It was frightening.
Rachel: God, these kids are so heavy! I've still got four months to go!
A knock came to the door and Monica walked in with her brother.
Monica: God, I'm so freaking tired!
Phoebe: Whoa. Somebody's on edge today.
Monica: I've got to cater a wedding today! The bride is a nine-month-pregnant hooker, pregnant with her fiancé's brother's baby. The groom is an ex-con who is now a plumber. I'd say my job is going to be an interesting one.
Rachel: Wow. It sucks to be you.
Monica: Yeah. I'm on my way there now. I just wanted to come over and kiss my babies good-bye.
Monica kissed the twins and then left. Chandler left soon after that to put them down for a nap.
Rachel went to her and Ross' apartment next to Chandler's and Monica's. She took Hannah with her, and soon, Phoebe was left alone with Draven and the triplets.
She sat down on the couch and laid the baby down in his bassinet as he slept. Phoebe leaned back and opened up a magazine to read. No sooner did she sit back to relax, the kids went into their room to play and there was a knock at the door.
Phoebe: Oh dammit!
Phoebe got up and tripped over one of the toys that one of the kids had left out.
Phoebe: Dammit!
Phoebe walked to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Frank and Alice were standing there. Phoebe's eyes went wide.
Phoebe: What are you . . .how did you know I lived here?
Alice: We read in the paper that you got married.
Frank: Can we come in?
Phoebe: Oh . . .yeah, come on in.
Frank and Alice came in and stood in the living room.
Alice: It's been, what? A year?
Phoebe: Almost two. They're nearly six.
Frank: You had a baby?!
Everybody looked over at the baby sleeping in the bassinet.
Phoebe: Yeah. That's my son. That's Draven.
Alice: He's adorable! Where are the kids?
Phoebe: They're . . .they're . . . uh . . .in their room playing.
Alice: Oh . . . I don't want to disturb them.
Phoebe: Why not? They're your kids.
Frank: That's what we came to talk to you about. We know you have full custody of the kids, but we really want them now.
Phoebe: What?
Frank: Yeah, see, um, we have a bit of money now and we can take care of them. We'd really like to have them back now.
Alice: We miss them so much.
Phoebe: So much that you didn't even bother to stop by, write a letter, or even call?
Phoebe was surprised at her sudden anger toward Frank and Alice.
Alice: Phoebe, I know you're angry . . .
Phoebe: Angry? Angry? Why would I be angry? I mean, I've only taken care of these three kids and managed my life for the past year. I've only gotten sole custody of them and worked my ass of for them. Why on earth would I be angry that you want them back now? Huh?
There was an awkward silence for about a minute and Phoebe just stood there, looking at Frank and Alice. She didn't want to be angry with them, but she couldn't help it. She loved those kids as if they were her own. They lived in her for nine months, for God's sakes.
Leslie: Mommy! Daddy!
Phoebe looked over to see the triplets standing in the doorway of their room. They all three ran to Frank and Alice. Phoebe felt her heart breaking.
Alice: There's mommy's babies!
Frank: There are those munchkins! Hey kids!
Frank and Alice hugged their kids and kissed them and there was a big reunion. Phoebe felt sick. She knew that Frank and Alice had the right to get back custody of them. She wished to God that she could keep those wonderful kids.
Joey walked through the door and saw Phoebe first. He saw the look on her face and then he saw Frank, Alice, and the kids. Joey had a sympathetic look on his face and he went to Phoebe's side.
Alice: Oh, kids, we've missed you so much. Are you ready to go home?
Kids: We're going home?!
L. Chandler: Is our dog, Scruffy still there?
Frank: You bet! And Scruffy turned out to be a she. There are puppies there too! Three of them! One for each of you!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Cool!
Phoebe: I . . . I'll get the papers.
Phoebe rushed into her bedroom and went to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out the custody papers. She began to cry as she sat down on the bed. A few minutes later, Joey walked in and sat down next to Phoebe. He put a comforting arm around her and kissed her cheek.
Joey: It'll be okay. It's . . . it's gonna be okay.
Phoebe didn't say anything. She just sat there and cried on Joey's shoulder. She felt as if her whole life was falling down around her.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
The five-year-old triplets were having a ball as they ran around the living room of the apartment playing tag with each other.
Leslie: You're it!
L. Chandler: No! Frankie is it!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Nuh-uh! I'm not it!
Phoebe came out of the nursery with two month old Draven in her arms. Five-month-pregnant Rachel walked out behind her with twenty-three-month old Hannah holding her hand.
Rachel: Thanks so much for letting me borrow this diaper rash cream. I mean, Hannah is just getting the worst diaper rash. I think it's about time to start potty-training her.
Phoebe: Oh . . . good luck.
Rachel: Yeah.
Chandler walked in with Ally on one hip and Alex on another.
Chandler: Okay. They're eleven months old and they won't say daddy!
Phoebe: Oh, well, they already said Phoebe.
Rachel: And Rachel.
Chandler: Well, so far, their vocabulary is mommy, Rachel, Phoebe, Monica, and poop.
Phoebe: Oh, well, that could make for a very interesting sentence.
Chandler: Tell me about it. Monica and I were putting them into sentences last night. It was frightening.
Rachel: God, these kids are so heavy! I've still got four months to go!
A knock came to the door and Monica walked in with her brother.
Monica: God, I'm so freaking tired!
Phoebe: Whoa. Somebody's on edge today.
Monica: I've got to cater a wedding today! The bride is a nine-month-pregnant hooker, pregnant with her fiancé's brother's baby. The groom is an ex-con who is now a plumber. I'd say my job is going to be an interesting one.
Rachel: Wow. It sucks to be you.
Monica: Yeah. I'm on my way there now. I just wanted to come over and kiss my babies good-bye.
Monica kissed the twins and then left. Chandler left soon after that to put them down for a nap.
Rachel went to her and Ross' apartment next to Chandler's and Monica's. She took Hannah with her, and soon, Phoebe was left alone with Draven and the triplets.
She sat down on the couch and laid the baby down in his bassinet as he slept. Phoebe leaned back and opened up a magazine to read. No sooner did she sit back to relax, the kids went into their room to play and there was a knock at the door.
Phoebe: Oh dammit!
Phoebe got up and tripped over one of the toys that one of the kids had left out.
Phoebe: Dammit!
Phoebe walked to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Frank and Alice were standing there. Phoebe's eyes went wide.
Phoebe: What are you . . .how did you know I lived here?
Alice: We read in the paper that you got married.
Frank: Can we come in?
Phoebe: Oh . . .yeah, come on in.
Frank and Alice came in and stood in the living room.
Alice: It's been, what? A year?
Phoebe: Almost two. They're nearly six.
Frank: You had a baby?!
Everybody looked over at the baby sleeping in the bassinet.
Phoebe: Yeah. That's my son. That's Draven.
Alice: He's adorable! Where are the kids?
Phoebe: They're . . .they're . . . uh . . .in their room playing.
Alice: Oh . . . I don't want to disturb them.
Phoebe: Why not? They're your kids.
Frank: That's what we came to talk to you about. We know you have full custody of the kids, but we really want them now.
Phoebe: What?
Frank: Yeah, see, um, we have a bit of money now and we can take care of them. We'd really like to have them back now.
Alice: We miss them so much.
Phoebe: So much that you didn't even bother to stop by, write a letter, or even call?
Phoebe was surprised at her sudden anger toward Frank and Alice.
Alice: Phoebe, I know you're angry . . .
Phoebe: Angry? Angry? Why would I be angry? I mean, I've only taken care of these three kids and managed my life for the past year. I've only gotten sole custody of them and worked my ass of for them. Why on earth would I be angry that you want them back now? Huh?
There was an awkward silence for about a minute and Phoebe just stood there, looking at Frank and Alice. She didn't want to be angry with them, but she couldn't help it. She loved those kids as if they were her own. They lived in her for nine months, for God's sakes.
Leslie: Mommy! Daddy!
Phoebe looked over to see the triplets standing in the doorway of their room. They all three ran to Frank and Alice. Phoebe felt her heart breaking.
Alice: There's mommy's babies!
Frank: There are those munchkins! Hey kids!
Frank and Alice hugged their kids and kissed them and there was a big reunion. Phoebe felt sick. She knew that Frank and Alice had the right to get back custody of them. She wished to God that she could keep those wonderful kids.
Joey walked through the door and saw Phoebe first. He saw the look on her face and then he saw Frank, Alice, and the kids. Joey had a sympathetic look on his face and he went to Phoebe's side.
Alice: Oh, kids, we've missed you so much. Are you ready to go home?
Kids: We're going home?!
L. Chandler: Is our dog, Scruffy still there?
Frank: You bet! And Scruffy turned out to be a she. There are puppies there too! Three of them! One for each of you!
Frank Jr. Jr.: Cool!
Phoebe: I . . . I'll get the papers.
Phoebe rushed into her bedroom and went to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out the custody papers. She began to cry as she sat down on the bed. A few minutes later, Joey walked in and sat down next to Phoebe. He put a comforting arm around her and kissed her cheek.
Joey: It'll be okay. It's . . . it's gonna be okay.
Phoebe didn't say anything. She just sat there and cried on Joey's shoulder. She felt as if her whole life was falling down around her.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .