Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! My laptop was broken for what seemed like forever, and my birthday made everything hectic.

Short chapter, and we're nearing the end; there are only two installments left after this. However, I'd love it if you guys checked out my new Friends story (you know, the one I mentioned in every update for the longest time? Heh.).

Thanks for reviewing. I can't believe how amazing you all are for my writing; the motivation helps so much.

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I feel like I should be jumping down a rabbit hole yelling, "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!" Because, really, this is probably the most important date of my life.

I feel like I want to cry. Except…I don't. I'm uncomfortable, and irritable, and most bad things that end in 'able'.

Ross just left to get some Mexican food. I really don't mean to keep snapping at him, like I did at the doctor's. I just can't help it. Here he is, trying to be a nice guy, and I'm the world's biggest bitch.

Of course, I am having a baby. And of course, I am over a week late.

All of this could be solved simply, of course. I've eaten so much spicy food, walked so many miles (well, it seems like miles), drunken so much tea, all in the past few hours. And now Ross is off getting more spicy food. Our poor daughter is going to end up with some sort of Mexican complex.

But anyway, this all could end if Ross would just be a man. I mean, aren't guys normally horny 24/7? Why is Ross so different?

My water could be breaking right now. We could be on the way to the hospital. We could be getting ready to go to delivery. I could be having the baby. I could be marveling at the amazing-ness that is me and Ross' daughter.

But no. Of course not. Nothing is every that simple between Ross and I. Because he thinks sex will change things between us. Like having a baby doesn't change things between us?

I can see where he's coming from, I guess. Lately…things between us have been more strained than normal. And not strained in a bad way. Strained in a confusing way, that makes me wonder if he and I are both nearly on the same page in that book we're both reading at different speeds. If only his damn cell phone hadn't started ringing a week ago. That could've been a turning point in our relationship.

Instead, Mission Impossible interrupted us, and now, true to our personalities, we're both avoiding the whole thing altogether. I didn't even mention it to Monica and Phoebe. In fact, I haven't mentioned any of the feelings I've been having for Ross lately to anyone.

Why does sex have to be doctor recommended? Who decided that that works best!

Sex between Ross and I is never just sex. It's so much more than that. With other guys…sure, it was great, it was fun, it was even passionate, but never at the level Ross and I are on. When I'm boyfriend-less for a long period of time, it's all I can do not to jump his bones while we're sitting in Central Perk.

But look where sex got us. I'm knocked up, Ross is the father, and the ironic part is that we haven't dated in years.

God, our daughter is going to have so many issues with us as parents.

At least I'm making some money out of this whole thing. Poor Monica; she doesn't have any clue.

Ah well.

The door opens and Ross walks in, carrying the Mexican food in a brown bag. He smiles at me.

"Hungry?" he asks.

"I'm pregnant, I'm always hungry," I inform him as he sets the food down on the coffee table and takes a seat beside me.

"So do you feel…anything?" he questions carefully.

I stare him down. "No. But I would if we just-"

"No."

"Fine."

We eat in silence for only a few minutes. I can't stand any sort of quiet anymore, for some reason, so I decide to be a pain.

"We didn't pick out a name."

Ross blinks in confusion. "What?"

I sigh in frustration. "We didn't pick out any names. I mean we talked about it a long time ago, but since then we've barely even mentioned it."

"Okay…," Ross says slowly. "Have you thought of a name or something?"

"No," I admit, "But maybe we should brainstorm. Of course, why bother? The baby isn't going to ever come."

Ross shakes his head. "Can we please get off this subject?"

"Fine."

I sit there, eating some of my enchilada, just thinking, as per usual these days. Ross' breathing is still as annoying as ever.

"Come on, finish your enchilada," he says after a few minutes.

"Ross, we tried all the spicy food. It's not working," I tell him, wondering why he can't just see the fact. Hello, there's no baby, is there?

We keep bothering each other for awhile, until I'm basically begging him to have sex with me. Then Ross does something so unexpected that I'm caught off guard.

"What are you doing!" I ask, confused beyond belief. He hasn't kissed me like that in a long time.

"I'm getting that baby out of you!" he declares, and we're making out on the couch.

I'm wondering what this means. Is he just doing this for me, or does he want what (I think) I want? My emotions are swirled together and all I can really focus on is his lips on mine.

We don't get too far. The whole broken-water aspect would've made it difficult anyway.

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