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After Rachel arrived at Monica's house about three blocks down, she and Monica got started talking about what Rachel would do with the baby…
"Mon., I am thinking about giving the baby up for adoption, but I don't know. I really have no clue as to what I am going to do. I am so scared." Rachel laid her now pounding head on Monica's bed while Monica offered a hot water towel and some aspirin.
"Well you already know how I feel about the situation. I believe you should have the baby and hope for the best. I mean it's the right thing to do. This is someone that will grow up to be somebody and do something. You can't take that away." Monica was clear and directly to the point with Rachel.
"You're right. But how in the hell am I going to tell my family? How am I going to tell Chip? This is a disaster!" Rachel slammed her head down on the pillow not wanting anything more to do with this world. Slowly rolling tears welled up in her hazel eyes.
"You know what you're going to do? You're going to pull you're freaking head up and tell your parents and Chip about the baby! Then you guys are going to figure out a way to get through this. You have one more year of high school, you've been accepted to NYC, and you have a strong head on your shoulders. Plus, it doesn't hurt to have a good support team. Now I know you don't have the best family life, but damn it they'd help you out if anything like this ever happened!" Monica looked directly into Rachel's eyes and made her words last within Rachel's train of thought.
Rachel thought about this comment for a minute. She didn't think Monica would talk to her like that. For a moment she wanted to lash out at Monica for the incredibly rude comment. But she thought more deeply into the statement and realized that was the truth. And sometimes the truth can hurt. Or in this occasion, shine some light into her eyes.
"Thanks, I needed that," Rachel responded after a long period of thought. " You're right. I need to tell Chip and my family. I am just really nervous about their reactions. What if they're angry with me?" Rachel couldn't stand the thought of her parents being angry with her. She was their "sunshine."
"We'll I can't say they won't be a little disappointed with you. But I believe they will support you and help you get through this ordeal. They're your family, it's their job to support you."
"Yea okay, but what about Chip. He doesn't have to be involved."
"Rachel, you have to understand that it's Chip's baby too. If he wants to be involved with the baby, then I think that's great. However, if he doesn't want to be involved with the baby then I think you should do it without him. You have a plethora of people to help you as it is." Monica stopped and gazed into Rachel's eyes sternly and caringly. "You are a wonderful woman and a responsible person. I know you'll make the right decisions." With that Monica went to the door and retrieved her coat from the coat rack.
"Sorry I can't be of more service to you but I have an engagement with Chandler. He and I are going out for ice cream. If you want you can come along."
" No, that's okay I want to think some more about what I've got myself into. But you have a fun time." Rachel pulled her aching body up and slowly crept to the door before Monica put a firm hand on her back.
"You want to stay here tonight? To get some rest and clear your mind?"
"Are you sure? Cus' that would be great."
"Of course I'm sure. Stay here. Relax. Hell, tell Ross to get you whatever you want." Both the girls giggled at that. "I am not kidding though. He's there if you need him. Studying his science and music." Monica shifted her head slightly to the left and rolled her eyes.
"I swear that boy does homework ALL the time. Whatever. I'll see you tonight. Bye."
"Bye."
Soon after, Rachel heard Chandler's car drive up and Monica slam the door and they were off.
It was about 11:00pm and Rachel had been thinking for what felt like an hour, but was only ten minutes, when she started to think about Ross, out of the blue.
So she crept outside the door, down the hallway towards Ross' room. When she saw the sign on the door, which read, "Only dinosaur geeks allowed", she had to giggle a little. What an odd sign.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come on in, the door's open."
To Be Continued…
Sorry the chapter was so short. The next will be longer. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming, please.
