The Dry Spell
Due to technical difficulties, this chapter is a little shorter. However, the next chapter will be up soon, I promise, and it will probably be the final chapter. :)
Monica was cooking in the kitchen when she first felt it. The rumbling in her stomach that ran up her throat. She put her hand over her mouth and leaned over a bit, but nothing happened. The mere thought of vomit on her kitchen floor made Monica feel even worse, and she ran into the bathroom.
Chandler heard the gagging, and he heard the toilet flush soon after. He furrowed his brow and set down his newspaper. He walked over to the bathroom and tapped on the door.
"Mon? You okay in there?" He asked. A muffled "I'm fine," came through. He shrugged and went in the kitchen to turn off the stove. Monica soon emerged from the bathroom, dabbing her upper chest with a cold cloth.
"It's probably just a bug." She coughed. Chandler nodded and picked up his briefcase. He hurried over to her to kiss her on the forehead.
"Get better sweetie. I'll see you tonight." He smiled. Monica smiled too. It had been a week and a half since she had given in to the bet. Rachel still had no idea, and she had today that she and Chandler's sex life was now back on track. Maybe this bet had been exactly what they had needed. But poor Rachel was still oblivious to the fact that Monica had been deceitful.
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Rachel sat on the end of her bed in silence. She glanced over at the neon green of her alarm clock (4:15 am), then over at the sleeping Ross. She felt so bad for her whole bet right now. It was stupid to have made him suffer so much just for the price of a lousy 100 dollars. But at the same time, she felt proud of herself. She hadn't given in, and she still had the chance of beating Monica at something, and that was all worth it.
That night, Ross and Rachel had gone out to dinner for their date night. The third week of every month was their night away from Emma, and they just had each other. Rachel was dreading this night. She and Ross would always get down on date nights, and at the restaurant they would do whatever they could get away with. Now Rachel would have to work even harder to dissuade him.
The restaurant Ross had picked out for the night was a sushi bar. It was pretty nice, and Rachel was excited to be out with the man she loved. Rachel then saw them. Carol and Susan were a few tables away. Rachel knew this was an escape from what was almost bound to happen if she and Ross were at a booth alone, she smiled and waved.
"Hi Carol! Hey Susan!" She hollered. Ross looked at her with a look of irritation upon his face.
"What are you doing?" He said between his clenched teeth. Carol smiled back.
"Hi Ross! Hi Rachel!" She greeted.
"Why don't you join us?" Rachel asked. Ross put his head in his hands. Carol and Susan made their way over.
"How are you?" Susan began striking up conversation. Ross rolled his eyes. He had already lost 200 dollars from losing that bet with Chandler, and he still wasn't going to get some.
"We're good." Rachel said happily. Rachel then felt it. Ross' warm hand on her knee. Her eyes widened in horror as she continued to listen to Carol and Susan drone on about Ben's grades. Rachel could only focus on where his hand was heading. It slowly crept up her leg. With her free hand, she took hold of his hand and nonchalantly moved it onto the booth seat. Ross was getting more and more frustrated.
"So, how's Monica?" Carol asked. Ross began talking about Monica and Chandler and them trying to have a baby. Ross let go of her hand and she felt a little better...until it reappeared on her thigh. This time, Ross didn't let Rachel take his hand. He proceeded to slide it all the way up, underneath her miniskirt.
"But what ELSE is new?" Rachel asked, her voice lowering and raising from Ross' lusty escapade. Carol and Susan both stared in bewilderment at Rachel's sudden look of discomfort.
"Rachel? Are you alright?" Susan asked.
"Do you need water?" Carol added. Rachel shook her head.
"Will you excuse me?" She whispered uncomfortably before hurrying off towards the bathrooms. Ross sighed.
"I'd better go see what that was about." He said before following her. Susan looked at Carol strangely.
"Did what I think just happen?" She asked. Carol then sighed.
"He used to do that to me ALL the time." She said shaking her head.
Ross caught up to Rachel who looked flustered.
"Hey." He said.
"Don't 'hey' me!" She snapped. "That was so BEYOND embarrassing!" She whined. "You don't fondle someone in the presence of others!" She said.
"Well I'm sorry for wanting to have a little fun on our date night!" Ross said sarcastically. "You know, I'm really getting tired of us not connecting like we used to!"
"Yeah, well, maybe tonight wasn't the BEST night to do that!" She said.
"Maybe you shouldn't have invited my EX wife and her LOVER to join us for the evening!"
"Good God Ross!" Rachel said running a frustrated hand through her hair. "I can't do this tonight, not here!"
"Me neither." Ross said. He looked at his watch. "You know what? I'm just going to catch a cab. I'll meet you at home." Ross said before walking off.
That wasn't even the end of it. When Rachel finally snuck into the house, hoping Ross had given up staying awake and just going to bed, she was wrong. He was on the couch waiting for her. She sighed.
"I'm sorry." She admitted. "There's just been so much going on latetly." She added. Ross shrugged.
"No big deal." He aaid casually. Rachel was frustrated now with his lack of concern.
"No, really. I am truely sorry." She said sitting next to him. "There's a reason why I haven't been in the mood lately." She began. She was going to tell him everything, but couldn't. "It's a good reason. But honey, you just need to trust me. Thing will be okay soon." Rachel was sure of it.
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Monica paced back in forth in her living room. She had two things stirring in her stomach: anticipation, and her lunch. Soon enough, Chandler ran in, locking the door behind him.
"D-did I miss it?" He asked helplessly. Monica shook her head.
"Nope. We still have another minute." Monica said looking at her watch. Chandler gulped and walked over to her, sliding his hands around her waist.
"Mon- before we find out. I just want to say, no matter what this test says, I will love you anyway." Chandler comforted.
"Please........" Monica said, dismissing the conversation.
"Well, Mon, don't get your hopes up. The doctors said this probabaly won't happen for us." Chandler said in concerned tone. Monica lifted her head up to lightly kiss her loving husband.
"Let's see what this says........"
Jenni and Elizabeth
Due to technical difficulties, this chapter is a little shorter. However, the next chapter will be up soon, I promise, and it will probably be the final chapter. :)
Monica was cooking in the kitchen when she first felt it. The rumbling in her stomach that ran up her throat. She put her hand over her mouth and leaned over a bit, but nothing happened. The mere thought of vomit on her kitchen floor made Monica feel even worse, and she ran into the bathroom.
Chandler heard the gagging, and he heard the toilet flush soon after. He furrowed his brow and set down his newspaper. He walked over to the bathroom and tapped on the door.
"Mon? You okay in there?" He asked. A muffled "I'm fine," came through. He shrugged and went in the kitchen to turn off the stove. Monica soon emerged from the bathroom, dabbing her upper chest with a cold cloth.
"It's probably just a bug." She coughed. Chandler nodded and picked up his briefcase. He hurried over to her to kiss her on the forehead.
"Get better sweetie. I'll see you tonight." He smiled. Monica smiled too. It had been a week and a half since she had given in to the bet. Rachel still had no idea, and she had today that she and Chandler's sex life was now back on track. Maybe this bet had been exactly what they had needed. But poor Rachel was still oblivious to the fact that Monica had been deceitful.
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Rachel sat on the end of her bed in silence. She glanced over at the neon green of her alarm clock (4:15 am), then over at the sleeping Ross. She felt so bad for her whole bet right now. It was stupid to have made him suffer so much just for the price of a lousy 100 dollars. But at the same time, she felt proud of herself. She hadn't given in, and she still had the chance of beating Monica at something, and that was all worth it.
That night, Ross and Rachel had gone out to dinner for their date night. The third week of every month was their night away from Emma, and they just had each other. Rachel was dreading this night. She and Ross would always get down on date nights, and at the restaurant they would do whatever they could get away with. Now Rachel would have to work even harder to dissuade him.
The restaurant Ross had picked out for the night was a sushi bar. It was pretty nice, and Rachel was excited to be out with the man she loved. Rachel then saw them. Carol and Susan were a few tables away. Rachel knew this was an escape from what was almost bound to happen if she and Ross were at a booth alone, she smiled and waved.
"Hi Carol! Hey Susan!" She hollered. Ross looked at her with a look of irritation upon his face.
"What are you doing?" He said between his clenched teeth. Carol smiled back.
"Hi Ross! Hi Rachel!" She greeted.
"Why don't you join us?" Rachel asked. Ross put his head in his hands. Carol and Susan made their way over.
"How are you?" Susan began striking up conversation. Ross rolled his eyes. He had already lost 200 dollars from losing that bet with Chandler, and he still wasn't going to get some.
"We're good." Rachel said happily. Rachel then felt it. Ross' warm hand on her knee. Her eyes widened in horror as she continued to listen to Carol and Susan drone on about Ben's grades. Rachel could only focus on where his hand was heading. It slowly crept up her leg. With her free hand, she took hold of his hand and nonchalantly moved it onto the booth seat. Ross was getting more and more frustrated.
"So, how's Monica?" Carol asked. Ross began talking about Monica and Chandler and them trying to have a baby. Ross let go of her hand and she felt a little better...until it reappeared on her thigh. This time, Ross didn't let Rachel take his hand. He proceeded to slide it all the way up, underneath her miniskirt.
"But what ELSE is new?" Rachel asked, her voice lowering and raising from Ross' lusty escapade. Carol and Susan both stared in bewilderment at Rachel's sudden look of discomfort.
"Rachel? Are you alright?" Susan asked.
"Do you need water?" Carol added. Rachel shook her head.
"Will you excuse me?" She whispered uncomfortably before hurrying off towards the bathrooms. Ross sighed.
"I'd better go see what that was about." He said before following her. Susan looked at Carol strangely.
"Did what I think just happen?" She asked. Carol then sighed.
"He used to do that to me ALL the time." She said shaking her head.
Ross caught up to Rachel who looked flustered.
"Hey." He said.
"Don't 'hey' me!" She snapped. "That was so BEYOND embarrassing!" She whined. "You don't fondle someone in the presence of others!" She said.
"Well I'm sorry for wanting to have a little fun on our date night!" Ross said sarcastically. "You know, I'm really getting tired of us not connecting like we used to!"
"Yeah, well, maybe tonight wasn't the BEST night to do that!" She said.
"Maybe you shouldn't have invited my EX wife and her LOVER to join us for the evening!"
"Good God Ross!" Rachel said running a frustrated hand through her hair. "I can't do this tonight, not here!"
"Me neither." Ross said. He looked at his watch. "You know what? I'm just going to catch a cab. I'll meet you at home." Ross said before walking off.
That wasn't even the end of it. When Rachel finally snuck into the house, hoping Ross had given up staying awake and just going to bed, she was wrong. He was on the couch waiting for her. She sighed.
"I'm sorry." She admitted. "There's just been so much going on latetly." She added. Ross shrugged.
"No big deal." He aaid casually. Rachel was frustrated now with his lack of concern.
"No, really. I am truely sorry." She said sitting next to him. "There's a reason why I haven't been in the mood lately." She began. She was going to tell him everything, but couldn't. "It's a good reason. But honey, you just need to trust me. Thing will be okay soon." Rachel was sure of it.
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Monica paced back in forth in her living room. She had two things stirring in her stomach: anticipation, and her lunch. Soon enough, Chandler ran in, locking the door behind him.
"D-did I miss it?" He asked helplessly. Monica shook her head.
"Nope. We still have another minute." Monica said looking at her watch. Chandler gulped and walked over to her, sliding his hands around her waist.
"Mon- before we find out. I just want to say, no matter what this test says, I will love you anyway." Chandler comforted.
"Please........" Monica said, dismissing the conversation.
"Well, Mon, don't get your hopes up. The doctors said this probabaly won't happen for us." Chandler said in concerned tone. Monica lifted her head up to lightly kiss her loving husband.
"Let's see what this says........"
Jenni and Elizabeth
