Chapter 6
*****DISCLAIMER***** The creators of this story do not own the writers/and or characters of Friends. And no, we do not keep them locked up at night to do our evil bidding , so stop the phone calls!!!
It was later that evening and no one had heard from Joey. Chandler figured his audition had gone well and he'd hooked up with some woman. Chandler turned to his wife. She'd seemed a little distant all day, he figured she was just stressed.
"Mon, do you want to go out to dinner with me?" He asked, smiling at his wife.
"Um, you know sweetheart, I'm not that hungry...actually I think I'm gonna go lay down." Monica got up off the couch and kissed her husband before walking to her room. She laid in her bed crying herself to sleep over what she had done.
Chandler checked on his sleeping wife before slipping out of the apartment and over to Ross and Rachel's.
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"Hey guys." He said, walking in and plopping down on their couch. "Do you know what's wrong with Mon? She was acting strange today." Ross and Rachel exchanged glances. Rachel shook her head.
"No, everything seemed fine when I talked to her." She hated lying to Chandler about this.
"Oh....ok." Chandler sighed, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with his wife, but he knew something was going on.
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A few blocks down the street Joey was sitting in the waiting room of the maternity ward. He had gotten a call from one of his ex-lovers while he was at auditions. She was in labor....with his baby.
"Man....you should've been more careful!" he said to himself as he paced back and forth across the hard tile floor. Just then a doctor came out to talk to him.
"Mr. Tribbiani....Hi, I'm Doctor Martin. Your wife-"
"No....she's not my wife." Joey interrupted nervously.
"Girlfriend-"
"Not my girlfriend either."
"Your past acquaintance," Dr. Martin said irritably, "she's not doing very well. I'm sorry...."
"She's not doing well....like what??" Joey wasn't sure why he was so concerned, all he'd had with this woman was a one-night-stand....he'd never loved her, but now for a moment he felt his heart sink as if he was losing a family member.
"Not doing well like....we're not too sure if she's going to make it." Dr. Martin was stolid, without a look of sadness or sympathy on his face.
"Well....thank you....Dr. Martin....I....just let me know." Joey turned and walked out of the hospital, hoping he wouldn't hear another word of it.
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Joey couldn't sleep all night. For some reason all he could think about was....if she does die, where will this poor kid end up? Foster home, adoptive family....he could only think of the worst.
Maybe the kid has....some grandparents or something, he thought, turning over on his back and looking at the ceiling. He could hardly even remember what it was like with that woman, she was just another one of the many he had met and seduced one night.
By the time he finally reassured himself that the child probably had relatives he could live with, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" he answered warily.
"Hi, can I speak to a Mr. Joey Tribbiani?"
*****DISCLAIMER***** The creators of this story do not own the writers/and or characters of Friends. And no, we do not keep them locked up at night to do our evil bidding , so stop the phone calls!!!
It was later that evening and no one had heard from Joey. Chandler figured his audition had gone well and he'd hooked up with some woman. Chandler turned to his wife. She'd seemed a little distant all day, he figured she was just stressed.
"Mon, do you want to go out to dinner with me?" He asked, smiling at his wife.
"Um, you know sweetheart, I'm not that hungry...actually I think I'm gonna go lay down." Monica got up off the couch and kissed her husband before walking to her room. She laid in her bed crying herself to sleep over what she had done.
Chandler checked on his sleeping wife before slipping out of the apartment and over to Ross and Rachel's.
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"Hey guys." He said, walking in and plopping down on their couch. "Do you know what's wrong with Mon? She was acting strange today." Ross and Rachel exchanged glances. Rachel shook her head.
"No, everything seemed fine when I talked to her." She hated lying to Chandler about this.
"Oh....ok." Chandler sighed, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with his wife, but he knew something was going on.
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A few blocks down the street Joey was sitting in the waiting room of the maternity ward. He had gotten a call from one of his ex-lovers while he was at auditions. She was in labor....with his baby.
"Man....you should've been more careful!" he said to himself as he paced back and forth across the hard tile floor. Just then a doctor came out to talk to him.
"Mr. Tribbiani....Hi, I'm Doctor Martin. Your wife-"
"No....she's not my wife." Joey interrupted nervously.
"Girlfriend-"
"Not my girlfriend either."
"Your past acquaintance," Dr. Martin said irritably, "she's not doing very well. I'm sorry...."
"She's not doing well....like what??" Joey wasn't sure why he was so concerned, all he'd had with this woman was a one-night-stand....he'd never loved her, but now for a moment he felt his heart sink as if he was losing a family member.
"Not doing well like....we're not too sure if she's going to make it." Dr. Martin was stolid, without a look of sadness or sympathy on his face.
"Well....thank you....Dr. Martin....I....just let me know." Joey turned and walked out of the hospital, hoping he wouldn't hear another word of it.
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Joey couldn't sleep all night. For some reason all he could think about was....if she does die, where will this poor kid end up? Foster home, adoptive family....he could only think of the worst.
Maybe the kid has....some grandparents or something, he thought, turning over on his back and looking at the ceiling. He could hardly even remember what it was like with that woman, she was just another one of the many he had met and seduced one night.
By the time he finally reassured himself that the child probably had relatives he could live with, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" he answered warily.
"Hi, can I speak to a Mr. Joey Tribbiani?"