June 15, 2004
"Gunther, can I get a cup of herbal tea, please?" Rachel asked as she sat down on the big orange couch at Central Perk. Gunther nodded and went to get her order. Rachel sighed heavily and leaned back into the couch. When Gunther came back over to give Rachel her tea, he stared at her for a minute before handing it to her.
"So you married, Ross, huh?"
"Yeah." She smiled happily. "Gunther, you'll find somebody someday." Gunther walked away sulking. Monica came walking in with the twins in their stroller.
"Hey Monica!" Rachel exclaimed. Monica smiled at her friend and parked the stroller next to the couch before she sat down.
"Hey. So what did you need to see me about?"
"Well, I needed somebody to be here with me while I wait for a phone call," Rachel replied.
"What phone call?"
"Well, I went to the doctor today to find out if I'm pregnant!"
"Oh my God! Did you take a home pregnancy test?"
"No. I wanted to know for sure. I didn't want to get my hopes up."
"Well, that's understandable. When do you think the doctor will call?"
"Soon I hope," Rachel replied with a nervous shrug.
"Well, I'll wait with you," Monica promised. "What are you going to tell Ross? How will you tell him?"
"I don't know. I need to think of something, you know?"
"Yeah. Well, you could go visit him at work."
"He has a class."
"So? It's not like they pay attention anyway."
"Well, I just really want to have his child, you know? I'm not getting any younger. I'm thirty three and I think it's time to start the rest of our family."
"I'm so happy for you!" Monica exclaimed. She and Rachel hugged. Rachel's phone rang and they both jumped.
"Oh my God. That's Dr. Long," Rachel whispered slowly.
"Answer it!"
"I'm scared . . ." She took a deep breath and answered the phone. "This is Rachel Geller."
"Hi Rachel. This is Dr. Long."
"Hi Dr. Long."
"We have your results."
"Alright. Okay. Tell me."
"Well, I just want to tell you congratulations. You are expecting!"
"Oh my God!"
"From your tests, we confirmed that you're four weeks along."
"You mean . . . I've been pregnant since before I got married and I didn't know it?!"
"I believe so, yes. You're due in February," the doctor replied.
"Oh wow," Rachel whispered. "Well, thank you so much."
"I'd like you to come in next week to start your regular appointments."
"I will. Thank you so much!" Rachel hung up and looked at Monica who was already extremely excited.
"You're pregnant! Congratulations!"
"I can't believe it! All this time, Ross and I have been planning to get pregnant, and we have been for a month!"
"You've got to tell him."
"I will. Not yet."
"Why not?"
"I just want to do it at the perfect time. I need time to think."
"Alright. I have to go meet Phoebe. I'll see you later, sweetie."
"Bye Monica." Monica hugged Rachel and left with the twins. Rachel stood up, her legs practically jelly-like beneath her. She held onto a chair and she felt a wave of dizziness rush over her. She put one hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach. She knew that it was real now. She picked up her cell phone and she dialed Ross' cell phone to leave him a voice mail. When it was time to leave a message, a beep sounded. "Hi honey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know that I've got something special planned for tonight. Don't be late. I love you." She hung up the phone and headed off for home.
Ross walked into the apartment to see the lights out. The apartment was lit by candlelight and a dinner table was set up in plain sight. Silver platters were set out along with crystal champagne glasses. Rachel came walking out of the bedroom wearing a long, form-fitting red gown. Her hair hung down her back, and she slowly moved over to the table. She pulled a bottle of sparkling white grape juice out of the ice bucket and poured a little into the glasses.
"What's going on?" Ross asked. "Did you cook?" He looked a bit frightened.
"No. I ordered out," Rachel replied with a knowing laugh. "Emma's down for the night. I thought we could have a little time together."
"Sparkling grape juice? Fancy." Rachel walked over to Ross, and he enveloped her in his arms. "What's the occasion? By the way . . . you look incredible."
"Thank you." She sighed and tilted her head to the side, looking dreamily into his eyes. "As for the occasion, I have a surprise."
"A surprise, huh?"
"Yeah." Rachel stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Ross' neck, and kissed his lips softly. "See, I got a very special phone call today."
"You did?"
"Uh-huh. It was from Dr. Long. Ross, we're getting that baby that we've been planning for."
"Oh my God! Are you serious?!" Ross asked with shock. Rachel grinned and nodded. "I found out . . . I'm four weeks along!"
"Four weeks? That's a month!" Rachel laughed. "Oh wow . . . Rach! We're having a baby!" His eyes went side and he put his hand to his forehead. "A baby! Oh my God! A baby! A baby?! A baby!" Rachel started to giggle.
"Are you alright, honey?"
"I'm . . . oh my God! I'm so happy . . . Rach . . . a baby!"
"Yeah. Yeah, honey," Rachel replied. She put her hands on either side of Ross' face. "A baby." She kissed Ross and when they pulled away, he got that familiar look in his eyes.
"So . . . do you want to eat now or . . . later?" He smiled at her suggestively.
"Well, later because . . . I kinda had a craving before you got home and I ate most of the food." Ross picked Rachel up into his arms and carried her off into the bedroom.
Later on, Ross and Rachel were lying in each other's arms. Ross had his hand on Rachel's stomach. She was playing with his hair, running her fingers through it. Ross bent down and put his head on Rachel's stomach.
"Hello baby. I know you don't have ears yet, and you probably can't hear a word of this, but I want you to know that I love you. Your mother and I can't wait to meet you. If you're a boy, we'll decorate your room with dinosaurs and . . ."
"Ross," Rachel warned.
"Well, maybe not dinosaurs . . . but . . . you're going to be so loved. You'll be spoiled by all of us, especially Aunt Monica. She'll spoil you with cookies and candy."
"We need to remember to keep our children away from Monica on Halloween," Rachel noted. Ross looked up at Rachel and he smiled happily.
"Rachel, you don't know how happy I am that you're the mother of my children."
"This is where I want to be, Ross. I want to be here in your arms . . . carrying your child within me. I want to be a good mother to this baby and to Emma." Ross hushed her with a kiss.
"Rachel . . . you already are."
"Gunther, can I get a cup of herbal tea, please?" Rachel asked as she sat down on the big orange couch at Central Perk. Gunther nodded and went to get her order. Rachel sighed heavily and leaned back into the couch. When Gunther came back over to give Rachel her tea, he stared at her for a minute before handing it to her.
"So you married, Ross, huh?"
"Yeah." She smiled happily. "Gunther, you'll find somebody someday." Gunther walked away sulking. Monica came walking in with the twins in their stroller.
"Hey Monica!" Rachel exclaimed. Monica smiled at her friend and parked the stroller next to the couch before she sat down.
"Hey. So what did you need to see me about?"
"Well, I needed somebody to be here with me while I wait for a phone call," Rachel replied.
"What phone call?"
"Well, I went to the doctor today to find out if I'm pregnant!"
"Oh my God! Did you take a home pregnancy test?"
"No. I wanted to know for sure. I didn't want to get my hopes up."
"Well, that's understandable. When do you think the doctor will call?"
"Soon I hope," Rachel replied with a nervous shrug.
"Well, I'll wait with you," Monica promised. "What are you going to tell Ross? How will you tell him?"
"I don't know. I need to think of something, you know?"
"Yeah. Well, you could go visit him at work."
"He has a class."
"So? It's not like they pay attention anyway."
"Well, I just really want to have his child, you know? I'm not getting any younger. I'm thirty three and I think it's time to start the rest of our family."
"I'm so happy for you!" Monica exclaimed. She and Rachel hugged. Rachel's phone rang and they both jumped.
"Oh my God. That's Dr. Long," Rachel whispered slowly.
"Answer it!"
"I'm scared . . ." She took a deep breath and answered the phone. "This is Rachel Geller."
"Hi Rachel. This is Dr. Long."
"Hi Dr. Long."
"We have your results."
"Alright. Okay. Tell me."
"Well, I just want to tell you congratulations. You are expecting!"
"Oh my God!"
"From your tests, we confirmed that you're four weeks along."
"You mean . . . I've been pregnant since before I got married and I didn't know it?!"
"I believe so, yes. You're due in February," the doctor replied.
"Oh wow," Rachel whispered. "Well, thank you so much."
"I'd like you to come in next week to start your regular appointments."
"I will. Thank you so much!" Rachel hung up and looked at Monica who was already extremely excited.
"You're pregnant! Congratulations!"
"I can't believe it! All this time, Ross and I have been planning to get pregnant, and we have been for a month!"
"You've got to tell him."
"I will. Not yet."
"Why not?"
"I just want to do it at the perfect time. I need time to think."
"Alright. I have to go meet Phoebe. I'll see you later, sweetie."
"Bye Monica." Monica hugged Rachel and left with the twins. Rachel stood up, her legs practically jelly-like beneath her. She held onto a chair and she felt a wave of dizziness rush over her. She put one hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach. She knew that it was real now. She picked up her cell phone and she dialed Ross' cell phone to leave him a voice mail. When it was time to leave a message, a beep sounded. "Hi honey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know that I've got something special planned for tonight. Don't be late. I love you." She hung up the phone and headed off for home.
Ross walked into the apartment to see the lights out. The apartment was lit by candlelight and a dinner table was set up in plain sight. Silver platters were set out along with crystal champagne glasses. Rachel came walking out of the bedroom wearing a long, form-fitting red gown. Her hair hung down her back, and she slowly moved over to the table. She pulled a bottle of sparkling white grape juice out of the ice bucket and poured a little into the glasses.
"What's going on?" Ross asked. "Did you cook?" He looked a bit frightened.
"No. I ordered out," Rachel replied with a knowing laugh. "Emma's down for the night. I thought we could have a little time together."
"Sparkling grape juice? Fancy." Rachel walked over to Ross, and he enveloped her in his arms. "What's the occasion? By the way . . . you look incredible."
"Thank you." She sighed and tilted her head to the side, looking dreamily into his eyes. "As for the occasion, I have a surprise."
"A surprise, huh?"
"Yeah." Rachel stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Ross' neck, and kissed his lips softly. "See, I got a very special phone call today."
"You did?"
"Uh-huh. It was from Dr. Long. Ross, we're getting that baby that we've been planning for."
"Oh my God! Are you serious?!" Ross asked with shock. Rachel grinned and nodded. "I found out . . . I'm four weeks along!"
"Four weeks? That's a month!" Rachel laughed. "Oh wow . . . Rach! We're having a baby!" His eyes went side and he put his hand to his forehead. "A baby! Oh my God! A baby! A baby?! A baby!" Rachel started to giggle.
"Are you alright, honey?"
"I'm . . . oh my God! I'm so happy . . . Rach . . . a baby!"
"Yeah. Yeah, honey," Rachel replied. She put her hands on either side of Ross' face. "A baby." She kissed Ross and when they pulled away, he got that familiar look in his eyes.
"So . . . do you want to eat now or . . . later?" He smiled at her suggestively.
"Well, later because . . . I kinda had a craving before you got home and I ate most of the food." Ross picked Rachel up into his arms and carried her off into the bedroom.
Later on, Ross and Rachel were lying in each other's arms. Ross had his hand on Rachel's stomach. She was playing with his hair, running her fingers through it. Ross bent down and put his head on Rachel's stomach.
"Hello baby. I know you don't have ears yet, and you probably can't hear a word of this, but I want you to know that I love you. Your mother and I can't wait to meet you. If you're a boy, we'll decorate your room with dinosaurs and . . ."
"Ross," Rachel warned.
"Well, maybe not dinosaurs . . . but . . . you're going to be so loved. You'll be spoiled by all of us, especially Aunt Monica. She'll spoil you with cookies and candy."
"We need to remember to keep our children away from Monica on Halloween," Rachel noted. Ross looked up at Rachel and he smiled happily.
"Rachel, you don't know how happy I am that you're the mother of my children."
"This is where I want to be, Ross. I want to be here in your arms . . . carrying your child within me. I want to be a good mother to this baby and to Emma." Ross hushed her with a kiss.
"Rachel . . . you already are."