Hello again, everyone. I hope you're all enjoying this story, especially the last chapter. Even though it was my longest yet, it was the easiest one for me to write. I don't know, I just could picture everything, and the words just kept coming. Also, I'm sorry for the slight delay, I was at my friend's house, who is also a writer here, and I had a busy weekend. Please keep reviewing

((the next morning, kitchen))

Monica was busy preparing some pancakes and eggs for the rest of her friends, when Phoebe made her way downstairs. They smiled to acknowledge each other, then Monica got back to cooking.

Phoebe walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed some juice, and began to pour herself a glass. Suddenly, she slammed the container down on the counter, which caused Monica to turn around.

"Pheebs, you okay?"

She danced around on her feet for second, then spoke, "Okay, Monica! I just have to tell you!"

Monica put down her spatula, "Tell me what?"

Moving closer, she began to talk in a low tone, "Okay, so last night, I came downstairs for a midnight snack…"

"Really, Phoebe?"

"Fine, I heard someone's door open, and I got kind of curious. Besides, you told me to keep my eyes and ears open, and since my eyes were closed, I had to trust my ears!"

Monica sighed, "Please, continue."

"So, then, I-I was in the kitchen, pretending to get a snack, because I saw a light on in the bathroom. But then, I heard someone crying in there, so I just had to see what was going on…"

Monica interrupted, "So did you!"

"Not finished, Mon," Phoebe stated, annoyed. "So, so I got closer to the door, and I could tell that it was a girl, and then I realized that when I left, you were still in our room, so it must be Rachel!"

"Rachel!" Monica exclaimed.

Phoebe's eyebrows furrowed, signaling her impatience, "Not helping, Mon."

"Sorry, sorry… go on…"

"So, Rachel was crying the-the bathroom, and then I heard her start rummaging through, like, papers and stuff…"

"The trashcan, obviously," Monica commented once again.

Phoebe grunted, "And then, I heard her start to open the door, I ran behind the island, and then she left. I ran into the bathroom, looked into the trashcan, and found…"

She ran into the bathroom, and returned holding the pregnancy test in her hand, "This."

Monica gasped, just as Chandler and Ross came downstairs. Phoebe threw the test behind her, where it landed in the sink. Monica ran over and started pushing it down the disposal, running water to help get it in.

"Wha-what's going on here?" Chandler asked, apparently confused.

Phoebe smiled, "It's our, our circus act!"

Monica turned around from the kitchen sink, "Ta-da!"

"Never knew you guys were in the circus, but now that I think about it, you could really give Siegfried and Roy a run for their money…" Chandler quipped.

Monica looked at Ross, "So, um… where's Rachel?"

"Oh, yea, she said she wasn't feeling that well, so she's gonna stay in bed a little bit longer. She said she'd meet me down at the beach. I'm sure you can go see her if you want," he told her.

"Yea, that's just what I needed to do," she turned to Phoebe. "You coming, Pheebs?"

Phoebe nodded, "One sec, I've gotta tell Ross and Chandler… you know, something important."

"PHOEBE!" Monica screamed.

"What does she have to tell us, again?" Chandler asked eagerly.

Monica grabbed Phoebe by the wrist and began to drag her up the stairs, "She doesn't need to tell anyone anything!"

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Phoebe wrenched herself away from Monica's grip, "What the heck was THAT all about?"

"Phoebe, are ya kidding? You can't just go telling everyone that Rachel's pregnant! Especially Ross! I mean, what were you thinking?" Monica whispered.

"Well, actually… nothing."

"Ughh! Let's just go see Rachel."

((Ross and Rachel's room))

They walked in to see Rachel wide-awake, lying in bed. She looked miserable.

"Hey, sweetie. You okay?" Monica asked, getting closer to the bed.

"Ughh… I just wanna lay down," Rachel groaned.

Phoebe looked at Monica and whispered, "Isn't she already doing that?"

"Rach, we kind of needed to talk to you about… something," Monica began.

Rachel sat up, "What's the problem?"

"Well, we don't know how to put this but…" Monica said.

"We know…" Phoebe exclaimed, adding a wink for emphasis.

Rachel rolled her eyes, acting oblivious to the idea that they could possibly… you know, know. So instead she replied with a laugh, "Know what?"

"Sweetie, you're pregnant."

"I am not."

"Phoebe found your test in the trash, and it was positive."

She sighed, "I so am."

Once again she began to cry, and her friends hopped onto the bed to help comfort her. For a while they shared a hug, when Phoebe spoke,

"So, why are you so upset about this again?"

Rachel gave her a blank stare, "Isn't it obvious?"

Monica nodded her head in agreement, then paused, "No, not really…"

"Do you understand how stressful this is? I am so not ready to have a baby, and I don't think Ross is either…"

Phoebe stated, "You do know he already has one, don't you?"

"Yea, but this is just different. I mean, I'm sure he was shocked the first time, but now it's just gonna go way over his head. I don't know how I'm going to tell him this. Ugh, I just wish this wasn't happening."

"Are, are you kidding? Rachel, you're sooo lucky! You get to have something that's part you, and part Ross. I mean, the road there is a little bumpy, but it's so worth it in the end," Monica told her friend.

Rachel stood to walk out, "Ugh, what do you know? You're baby crazy."

Monica looked at Phoebe with an "I-can't-believe-what-she-said" look.

"What? You are!" Phoebe pointed out, running out behind Rachel.

((on the beach, the girls just arrived))

Rachel walked up to Ross's chair and settled herself onto his lap nervously. He began to rub her shoulders affectionately, then asked,

"You feeling better, sweetie?"

Monica glanced over at her and gave her a look signaling that this was the right time.

"Ross, I-I kind of needed to talk to you about something," Rachel started. "Something important."

Ross looked at her kind of oddly, "Okay. Do you wanna tell me now?"

"Actually, I was kind of hoping I could tell you in… private," she told him, motioning at the others.

Just then, Joey reappeared from the surf, carrying his boogie board under his arm,

"Hey, Chandler! Ross! You guys gotta come out here, the waves are great; the best they've been all day!"

Ross turned to Rachel, "Rach, can we do this later? I promise you'll have me all to yourself next time."

She watched as he grabbed his board and the three headed for the water. Sighing, she went to join Monica and Phoebe.

"So, when exactly are you going to tell him?" Phoebe questioned. "This isn't exactly one of those things you can put off…"

"I know, I know. I was ready to tell him now, but… I just thought I could use a little more time to calm down myself," Rachel replied.

"I guess you're right, but you know, the sooner you tell him, the better you're going to feel," Monica reminded.

"Well, right now the only thing that is going to make me feel even slightly better, is the nice tan I'm about to get," Rachel smiled, as she found a nearby lounger and began to soak in the sun.

((15-20 minutes later, beach))

Monica laughed as she saw Chandler panting, his face covered with salty sea water, running back towards their camp.

"Well, you lasted a good fifteen minutes out there, stud."

He laughed, running his fingers through his hair, "At least I was out there…"

Monica stood up in defense, "Hey, you give me one of those boards and I'll take you right here, right now!"

"Actually, I'm pretty wiped," Chandler said, taking a seat.

"Oh hey, since you're back, could you put some suntan lotion on my back?" she asked innocently enough.

Chandler did a double take, "R-Really?"

"Well, yea. Rachel's asleep, and Phoebe would probably start doing some weird… I don't know, skin therapy thing on me."

So, she handed him the lotion and he carefully began to apply it on her back. Neither knew what was to come later on…

((later that evening))

Ross opened the door to his room, hoping to find Rachel, he hadn't seen her for about an hour or so. Thankfully, he saw her passed out on the bed, her body limp and fragile. He definitely could sense that something was different about her. It most likely had something to do with that "news" she had to discuss with him.

He saw her eyes open and shut a few times, so he walked over and sat down beside her.

"Hey, watcha been doin'?" she asked him.

"Looking for you. You missed dinner, and I didn't really no where to look, so I brought you some bread. The rest is downstairs, I didn't know how hungry you were."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, taking the bread and beginning to eat it.

He moved closer to her, inhaling her sweet "Rachel" scent.

"So, what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about earlier?"

Rachel began to tell him, but covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom. Ross couldn't help but stare as she ran inside, her face looking horribly ill. She must still be feeling bad.

He waited for her to come out, and in a few minutes saw her standing in the doorway, her right hand pressed against her stomach,

"I'm pregnant."

Hope you liked this chapter, I'm trying to lengthen them, and I've been kind of busy lately, so once again sorry for the delay! For those of you who suggested some Mondler, I hope you noticed that I started my storyline for them, and will try to continue it. I'm kind of going in the direction where they keep it a secret from the rest, so sorry to use the same thing as season five, but I'll switch mine around as best as I can. Seeing as I've never really written a Mondler storyline, I hope you don't expect anything great. I'm a huge fan of them, but I'm a bigger lobster, so sorry once again. Please review, thanks