For disclaimer, please see chapter 1. Thanks.

A/N: Wow guys, thanks for all the great reviews! I am so glad that you enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope that you will like this one as well. In answer to a question, no, Phoebe and Mike don't have any children yet. Keep in mind that this takes place immediately after the finale, so everyone is exactly the same. That also applies to the question about how big the twins are…same as in the finale. I hope that helped!

NOTE: Phoebe and Mike live in Monica and Chandler's old apartment.

The One After The Finale

Chapter Two: News and Sleep Deprivation

As Phoebe Hannigan sat on the sink of her bathroom, she rocked back and forth, nervously eyeing the timer sitting in front of her. 1 minute 4 seconds…1 minute 3 seconds…1 minute 2 seconds. She knew that it was unlikely that she and Mike could have conceived a baby on their first try, but she was still hopeful. She did her best not to get her hopes up too high as she endured the longest minute of her adult life. Phoebe smiled when she felt her husband's strong hand cradle her back, and she leaned back into his chest.

"Well?" He asked. She pointed at the timer. "27 seconds to go." He sighed. They sat there in silence until suddenly the timer rang out. It was time. Phoebe glanced at Mike as she stood up, and picked up her small plastic pregnancy test and compared what she saw to the images on the box.

"One line means not pregnant. Two lines means pregnant" She read aloud. She looked back and forth from the test to the box a few times before looking up at Mike. "There are two lines." They stood there silently for a moment while it sunk in. Mike smiled.

"You're pregnant!" He said excitedly.

"I'm pregnant…Oh my God, I'm pregnant!" Phoebe shrieked as she began to jump up and down. Suddenly she stopped and put her hand on her stomach. "Oh, I shouldn't jump. Gotta keep it nice and in there." Mike laughed.

"Princess Consuela is going to be a mommy." He said with a quirky smile, kissing his wife.

"And crap bag's going to be a dad!" She kissed him again. "Oh dear…what a screwed up kid we're going to have. Any one would be screwed up with parents named like that…" they laughed and walked out of the bathroom together. "Oh my God! I have to call Rachel, and Joey, and Monica, and James Dean!"

"James Dean?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. Phoebe nodded.

"Oh yes, we were once lovers, you know." She sighed romantically.

"Really." Mike said, unbelievingly. "Is that so?"

"Why yes it is!" She answered. "If you don't believe me, call him yourself!" Mike rolled his eyes and decided to change the topic.

"We should get you a doctor's appointment, to confirm your pregnancy first, and to get everything started before we tell people." He told her. Phoebe frowned.

"Fine." She sighed and plopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. "Then call the doctor, and get an appointment soon." Mike laughed.

"Of course." He answered regally, and picked up the phone. A few minutes later he hung up and sat down next to his wife. "You have an appointment on Friday at 3:00." He reported.

"That'll do, that'll do. You know if really would have helped you get a sooner appointment if you had a little of this going on" She shimmied.

"Pheebs, they can't see you through the phone."

"Ugh. You and your logic. How do you know that they can't see you, hmm?"

"Because your voice is transmitted over…" He stopped, realizing he wouldn't win this competition. "Never mind." Phoebe smiled and stood up, walking over to the recliner and laying upside down in it, with her feet high in the air. "H-Honey…" Mike stuttered, "What are you doing?"

"Well, gotta make sure that this baby stays in there. I'll let it get settled." She grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and began to read it.

"Phoebe, that wouldn't really work. If it's in, then it's in. If it's not, it's not." She raised an eyebrow from her still upside down position.

"Have you ever been pregnant, Mike Hannigan?" She asked pointedly.

"…No." Mike answered.

"And who gave birth to triplets 7 years ago?"

"You did." Mike answered meekly.

"That's right. And I laid like this for like two hours to make sure the baby would stay in there, and we ended up with three! So I think I'm the expert here." Mike laughed and walked back into the kitchen. He loved his wife very much, quirkiness and all, and now they were going to have a little Phoebe or Mike jr. Watch out, world.

After an hour and a half, Phoebe got up out of the chair and made her way into the room that had long ago been Rachel's but had since been turned into an office. She found her husband sitting in front of the computer and kissed his neck.

"What are you doing?" She asked. She gasped, looking at all of the different photos of fetal development spread across the computer screen. "Mike you're looking at babies!" She cried. "Like this one!" She pointed at her stomach, and Mike nodded.

"Yeah…God, I still can't believe any of this. It's so crazy. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good…I little light headed, but that may have been contributed to by laying upside down. I've been nauseas a lot lately though. I wasn't sick very much when I was pregnant with the triplets…" Mike chuckled. It was so strange to hear his wife discuss her prior pregnancy, when he hadn't even known her at that time. He looked her stomach, and slowly turned her to the side, trying to detect a bump. Finally he found one.

"Look! Pheebs! You're pregnant, look!" He cried. Phoebe laughed.

"That's my ice cream cone from this afternoon, not the baby." She smiled.

"I see." Mike replied, trying to keep his dignity intact. Suddenly Phoebe gasped.

"Oh my God! I already know what to name the baby!" She suddenly cried. Mike looked at her inquisitively. "Well," she continued, "since Ross and Rachel didn't use my suggestion when they named Emma….if the baby is a girl, Phoebe, and if it's a boy, Phoebo!"

Monica Gellar-Bing moaned as she rolled over and looked at the clock. 3:21 am. She heard her one-week-old twins crying loudly from the nursery, and slowly dragged herself out of bed, noticing that her husband was still sleeping like a baby himself. She stumbled down the hall and into the nursery where she lifted up one baby in each arm, then took a seat in the rocking chair.

She quickly grabbed two bottles that she and her husband had ready for late night feedings, poured in the formula, and shook them up. After they were ready, she placed a bottle into each baby's mouth. They quickly quieted down as their hunger was quenched, and Monica leaned her head back, allowing her eye lids to become heavy. She was careful not to doze back off for the 25 minutes it took to feed both babies, then rock them to sleep. She carefully placed them each back in their cribs and tip toed back into her own bedroom, where she collapsed, exhausted onto the bed.

Later on that morning, Monica awoke once more, groggily peering at the clock. 9:41 am! She gasped and leapt out of bed. When she got out of her room, made her way into the kitchen, where she could hear her husband clanking around. There she found the twins in their bouncy seats, and a bowl and cereal box sitting on the table.

"Good morning, sweetie." She greeted Chandler with a kiss.

"Morning. I set out some breakfast for you. It's like an ad…Just Add Milk!" He handed her the milk carton while laughing at his own corny joke. She took it and sat down at the table, preparing her cereal quickly and digging in. "When I woke up this morning and it was already 7 I realized that I must have slept through the feedings last night, so there was no need to wake you up. It's Saturday after all, so I don't have to work." Monica smiled as she took another bite of her cereal.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Chandler nodded.

"So what time is everyone coming over?" He asked. Monica glanced at the calender. For a moment she had forgotten that all of her pals from the city were coming out for lunch today.

"Noon." She answered after a moment of trying to remember.

"Want me to go get one of those 6-foot-long subs for lunch, so you don't have to cook?" Monica nodded. She would normally never accept such an offer, as she liked to cook things herself, but she was simply too sleep deprived lately to get much of any cooking done. "OK, I'll be back in a little bit." He kissed his wife on the cheek, kissed each of the babies on their heads, and was on his way.

A/N: I hope that you liked this chapter. Please review! Will update within a week.