1020 - TOW Monica's Secret
Monica was with her thirteen-month-old son and daughter while she shopped for groceries. She could sense somebody was following her, but she didn't want to turn around. The twins were sitting in the front of the cart watching their mother shop. She was teaching them the difference between good food and bad food and what food you shouldn't eat too much of. The twins had no idea what their mom was talking about, but they laughed when she'd point to the food and make a funny face. They didn't really care what Monica was doing, just as long as it kept them entertained.
Monica: Okay . . . eggs, milk, cheese . . .I think we're done.
Ally: Home mommy!
Monica: We'll go home soon sweetie. Just hold on for just a few more minutes, okay?
Monica pushed the shopping cart up to the cash register, thankful that there wasn't a line to wait on, and paid for the few groceries that she had purchased. Afterward, she carried one twin on each of her hips and the one grocery bag was hooked on one of her arms. She was obviously very organized.
She began walking in the direction of her apartment building. She could tell that someone was still following her. She quickly turned around and looked behind her. She immediately saw a young teenaged girl standing there in a pair of black leather pants, a sleeveless white tank top, and boots with 6-inch heels. Monica felt her heart jump into her throat as she recognized her immediately.
Monica: Oh my God.
The girl began walking toward Monica and the twins.
Monica: Oh . . .Oh my God!
Girl: Is that all you can say? You know who I am?
Monica: Of course I know who you are. It's been fourteen years, but I would never forget who you are. Hello Katherine.
Katie: Call me Katie. You can't leave me now. I have a lot of things to ask you.
Monica swallowed hard. She nodded.
Monica: Okay . . . My apartment is close by and I need to get these kids home.
Katie: I'll follow. Lead the way. You're not getting away from me this time. Now that I've finally found you, I'm keeping an eye on you.
*~*
Seven-month-pregnant Rachel was in the middle of her doctor's visit. She was having another sonogram done. Her doctor, Dr. Jones, was writing information down as she performed the exam.
Dr. Jones: Okay. Everything looks fine. Your identical boys are growing nicely and I think you should go full term. They're healthy, you're healthy, and everything is great with this pregnancy. I want to see you back in two weeks until your ninth month, then it's every week. We'll start talking about the delivery on your next visit.
Rachel: Good! I wish my husband was here, though. He had to watch our daughter for the day. She has a cold so we didn't want to leave her with our friend. Our friend has a four-month-old baby boy who really shouldn't be getting sick.
Dr. Jones: That's wise thinking. I'm sure you're a great mother.
Rachel: Well, I try . . .
Dr. Jones smiled and wiped the jelly off of Rachel's stomach.
Rachel: Thanks doctor.
Rachel got her things together and headed for home.
*~*
Phoebe and Joey were making out on the floor of their living room.
Joey: The kid is finally asleep . . .
Phoebe: I know. It's wonderful!
Joey: So . . .
It was then, the baby's wail was heard coming from the nursery.
Phoebe: Ugh . . .
She hoisted herself up and went to he nursery to tend to her son's cries.
Joey sighed and sat up on the couch. Phoebe came back out with a strange look on her face and shrugged.
Phoebe: I think he decided to cry because he knew we were gonna have sex. Maybe he doesn't want a sibling.
Joey: Yeah. Not yet. I don't want another one yet either. But, dammit, why does he have to know so much?
Phoebe giggled and she and Joey began to kiss again. Then, Chandler came walking in.
Joey: What is it? Is it that obvious?!
Chandler: What?
Phoebe: What's up, Chandler?
Chandler: Monica's not back yet.
Phoebe: Maybe she ran into one of her old boyfriends, like Richard.
Chandler gave her and evil look and left the apartment just as quickly as he'd come in. He knew that Phoebe and Joey were going to have sex, so he just let it slide.
*~*
Monica and Katie were now walking nearer to the apartment building. They were getting closer. Monica was carrying the twins and Katie was holding the grocery bag.
Monica: So, you don't hate me?
Katie: No.
Monica: Why not?
Katie: Do you want me to hate you? You were young. I know what it's like. Believe me, I know. I completely understand.
Monica: I can't believe it's been fourteen years.
Katie: So . . . who are these little kids?
Monica: My twin babies. The boy is Alexander, we call him Alex, and the girl is Allison, we call her Ally.
Katie: They're really cute!
Monica smiled and they continued walking until they reached the place. Monica stopped and pointed at the building.
Monica: Oh, hey, this is the building.
Katie: Nice.
Monica and Katie went into the building and up to Monica's floor. Monica opened the apartment. Chandler was sitting there on the couch watching football.
She laughed as she shut the door and put the kids down. They toddled off into the nursery. Monica pointed to Chandler with a heavy sigh.
Monica: That's my husband Chandler.
Katie: Cool.
Chandler turned around and saw the dark-haired girl standing beside Monica.
Chandler: Hi honey. Who's your friend?
Monica fidgeted nervously and smiled.
Monica: Well . . .it's really complicated.
Chandler: So, if you tell me, you have to kill me?
Chandler laughed at his own joke and Katie looked at Monica strangely.
Monica: Chandler, this is Katherine Rachel Owens, or Katie. She's my daughter.
Monica was with her thirteen-month-old son and daughter while she shopped for groceries. She could sense somebody was following her, but she didn't want to turn around. The twins were sitting in the front of the cart watching their mother shop. She was teaching them the difference between good food and bad food and what food you shouldn't eat too much of. The twins had no idea what their mom was talking about, but they laughed when she'd point to the food and make a funny face. They didn't really care what Monica was doing, just as long as it kept them entertained.
Monica: Okay . . . eggs, milk, cheese . . .I think we're done.
Ally: Home mommy!
Monica: We'll go home soon sweetie. Just hold on for just a few more minutes, okay?
Monica pushed the shopping cart up to the cash register, thankful that there wasn't a line to wait on, and paid for the few groceries that she had purchased. Afterward, she carried one twin on each of her hips and the one grocery bag was hooked on one of her arms. She was obviously very organized.
She began walking in the direction of her apartment building. She could tell that someone was still following her. She quickly turned around and looked behind her. She immediately saw a young teenaged girl standing there in a pair of black leather pants, a sleeveless white tank top, and boots with 6-inch heels. Monica felt her heart jump into her throat as she recognized her immediately.
Monica: Oh my God.
The girl began walking toward Monica and the twins.
Monica: Oh . . .Oh my God!
Girl: Is that all you can say? You know who I am?
Monica: Of course I know who you are. It's been fourteen years, but I would never forget who you are. Hello Katherine.
Katie: Call me Katie. You can't leave me now. I have a lot of things to ask you.
Monica swallowed hard. She nodded.
Monica: Okay . . . My apartment is close by and I need to get these kids home.
Katie: I'll follow. Lead the way. You're not getting away from me this time. Now that I've finally found you, I'm keeping an eye on you.
*~*
Seven-month-pregnant Rachel was in the middle of her doctor's visit. She was having another sonogram done. Her doctor, Dr. Jones, was writing information down as she performed the exam.
Dr. Jones: Okay. Everything looks fine. Your identical boys are growing nicely and I think you should go full term. They're healthy, you're healthy, and everything is great with this pregnancy. I want to see you back in two weeks until your ninth month, then it's every week. We'll start talking about the delivery on your next visit.
Rachel: Good! I wish my husband was here, though. He had to watch our daughter for the day. She has a cold so we didn't want to leave her with our friend. Our friend has a four-month-old baby boy who really shouldn't be getting sick.
Dr. Jones: That's wise thinking. I'm sure you're a great mother.
Rachel: Well, I try . . .
Dr. Jones smiled and wiped the jelly off of Rachel's stomach.
Rachel: Thanks doctor.
Rachel got her things together and headed for home.
*~*
Phoebe and Joey were making out on the floor of their living room.
Joey: The kid is finally asleep . . .
Phoebe: I know. It's wonderful!
Joey: So . . .
It was then, the baby's wail was heard coming from the nursery.
Phoebe: Ugh . . .
She hoisted herself up and went to he nursery to tend to her son's cries.
Joey sighed and sat up on the couch. Phoebe came back out with a strange look on her face and shrugged.
Phoebe: I think he decided to cry because he knew we were gonna have sex. Maybe he doesn't want a sibling.
Joey: Yeah. Not yet. I don't want another one yet either. But, dammit, why does he have to know so much?
Phoebe giggled and she and Joey began to kiss again. Then, Chandler came walking in.
Joey: What is it? Is it that obvious?!
Chandler: What?
Phoebe: What's up, Chandler?
Chandler: Monica's not back yet.
Phoebe: Maybe she ran into one of her old boyfriends, like Richard.
Chandler gave her and evil look and left the apartment just as quickly as he'd come in. He knew that Phoebe and Joey were going to have sex, so he just let it slide.
*~*
Monica and Katie were now walking nearer to the apartment building. They were getting closer. Monica was carrying the twins and Katie was holding the grocery bag.
Monica: So, you don't hate me?
Katie: No.
Monica: Why not?
Katie: Do you want me to hate you? You were young. I know what it's like. Believe me, I know. I completely understand.
Monica: I can't believe it's been fourteen years.
Katie: So . . . who are these little kids?
Monica: My twin babies. The boy is Alexander, we call him Alex, and the girl is Allison, we call her Ally.
Katie: They're really cute!
Monica smiled and they continued walking until they reached the place. Monica stopped and pointed at the building.
Monica: Oh, hey, this is the building.
Katie: Nice.
Monica and Katie went into the building and up to Monica's floor. Monica opened the apartment. Chandler was sitting there on the couch watching football.
She laughed as she shut the door and put the kids down. They toddled off into the nursery. Monica pointed to Chandler with a heavy sigh.
Monica: That's my husband Chandler.
Katie: Cool.
Chandler turned around and saw the dark-haired girl standing beside Monica.
Chandler: Hi honey. Who's your friend?
Monica fidgeted nervously and smiled.
Monica: Well . . .it's really complicated.
Chandler: So, if you tell me, you have to kill me?
Chandler laughed at his own joke and Katie looked at Monica strangely.
Monica: Chandler, this is Katherine Rachel Owens, or Katie. She's my daughter.