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The creators of this story do not own the writers and/or characters of
Friends. And we do not keep them locked up at night to do our evil bidding
so stop the phone calls!!
Chapter 4
Rachel sat up in her bed, while Monica slept out on the couch. She wanted to go into Ross' room to wake him and tell him about Monica. She had to get it off her chest. Rachel walked over to Emma's crib to check on her before slipping out of the room and into Ross'.
"Ross wake up." She shook him lightly.
"Rach, what is it? Is Emma ok??" He shot up out of bed fearing something was wrong with his daughter.
"No, she's fine...it's Monica."
"Is she ok?" Ross questioned.
"She's fine, but she's asleep on our couch.she's drunk and she slept with Richard."
"What?? Are you sure?" Ross wasn't sure if Rachel was actually telling him this, or if he was just dreaming.
"That's what she said..." The outside light was shining into Ross' room and he saw a tear fall down Rachel's cheek. He gently wiped it away and pulled her into a hug.
"Rach, It'll be ok...I mean it has to be, they're Monica and Chandler, they can make it through this...it's gonna be hard for them, but they'll do it." Ross was trying to reassure Rachel, but he was having trouble believing it himself.
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Monica woke up the next morning to the sounds of seven-month-old Emma crying in her crib. She heard Rachel walk out into the living room with the baby. Monica sat up and looked over at Rachel, who gave her an icy glare. Monica hung her head in shame. She remembered everything that happened the night before, and she didn't blame Rachel for being angry.
But all she could think about was how Chandler would take it. Chandler, the love of her life, her everything. How could she do this to him?
"Are you going to tell him?" Rachel broke the silence.
"I have to, he needs to know." Monica didn't want to tell Chandler, yet she knew she had to. She looked out the window and saw Chandler sitting in their living room watching TV. She pictured how perfect their life would be if this wouldn't have happened. She pictured their children running around the living room and Chandler yelling at them so he could hear the morning news. She sighed to herself as she got up off the couch.
"Bye Rach" Monica said walking out the door. She had to tell him, it was now or never...
Chapter 4
Rachel sat up in her bed, while Monica slept out on the couch. She wanted to go into Ross' room to wake him and tell him about Monica. She had to get it off her chest. Rachel walked over to Emma's crib to check on her before slipping out of the room and into Ross'.
"Ross wake up." She shook him lightly.
"Rach, what is it? Is Emma ok??" He shot up out of bed fearing something was wrong with his daughter.
"No, she's fine...it's Monica."
"Is she ok?" Ross questioned.
"She's fine, but she's asleep on our couch.she's drunk and she slept with Richard."
"What?? Are you sure?" Ross wasn't sure if Rachel was actually telling him this, or if he was just dreaming.
"That's what she said..." The outside light was shining into Ross' room and he saw a tear fall down Rachel's cheek. He gently wiped it away and pulled her into a hug.
"Rach, It'll be ok...I mean it has to be, they're Monica and Chandler, they can make it through this...it's gonna be hard for them, but they'll do it." Ross was trying to reassure Rachel, but he was having trouble believing it himself.
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Monica woke up the next morning to the sounds of seven-month-old Emma crying in her crib. She heard Rachel walk out into the living room with the baby. Monica sat up and looked over at Rachel, who gave her an icy glare. Monica hung her head in shame. She remembered everything that happened the night before, and she didn't blame Rachel for being angry.
But all she could think about was how Chandler would take it. Chandler, the love of her life, her everything. How could she do this to him?
"Are you going to tell him?" Rachel broke the silence.
"I have to, he needs to know." Monica didn't want to tell Chandler, yet she knew she had to. She looked out the window and saw Chandler sitting in their living room watching TV. She pictured how perfect their life would be if this wouldn't have happened. She pictured their children running around the living room and Chandler yelling at them so he could hear the morning news. She sighed to herself as she got up off the couch.
"Bye Rach" Monica said walking out the door. She had to tell him, it was now or never...