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Monica looked at the stick in front of her in disbelief. She yelled out "No way!" Chandler came rushing in, "What's up?"

"It's…" There was a brief pause as Monica glanced at the pregnancy test again. "It's positive." Chandler couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to do, so he just hugged her. He didn't know if this was good or bad for her. He knew she wanted a baby that she could carry badly, but they already had two and she looked scared. "Monica it's going to be okay. Why are you so scared?"

"I'm not so scared, just really surprised, and relieved. There is nothing wrong. I can't believe I'm pregnant. How can this be?"

"Well Monica the doctors never told us that it would be impossible. All they said was that I have a low sperm count and your uterus is an inhospitable environment. One of those guys that got off their barka loungers made it I guess."

"Well that's true. I still, I can't believe this."

"I know. This is big. But it's good, right?"

"Yeah, it's great! But we already have Jack and Erica. We are going to have our hands full."

"Yeah, but whatever we come across, we can get through it."

"Thanks for being so great about this. I can't believe I'm the one who kind of freaked out and not you."

"Hey I'm not so bad." He smiled at her and kissed her. "This is amazing." She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "It really is."

"Ben turn down the TV Aunt Rachel is trying to get your little sister to sleep!"

"Okay Dad." Ben yelled from the living room. Ross and Rachel were putting Emma down for her nap. After about ten minutes, they came out of the room and joined Ben on the couch. "So Ben, what are you going to want for Christmas?" Rachel asked. Christmas was coming close. It was already October. Emma was already two and a half. Ben was ten.

Ben looked uncomfortable. "Hey Aunt Rachel, when you and my dad get married am I supposed to call you Aunt Rachel or Mom?"

"Well Ben if you want you can just call me Rachel. That will limit the amount of confusion." Ross smiled. "Yes, and hopefully help you keep track of all the mommies you have." Ben laughed. It wasn't insulting. It was just one of those things in life. It was fact. Ross had an idea. "Hey when Emma wakes up we should all go to the plaza. What do you say Ben?" Ben hopped up from the couch. "Yeah!"

"Great, as long as it's okay with Rachel?" He looked at Rachel. "Yeah that sounds like fun."

Phoebe and Mike were talking about possible names for the baby. "Ugh this is so hard! I can't think of anything that we both like!" Mike whined. "Maybe I can use the method I used with Ross and Rachel. We each get five vetoes."

"Okay. Charlie?"

"Ew, veto. Andrew."

"Veto. Connor."

"Veto. Riley."

"Veto." Phoebe interrupted Mike. "Okay so this is getting us nowhere."

"Yeah." Phoebe thought for a second. Her mind went back to seven years earlier:

"Hi Frank Jr. Jr., Hi Leslie, Hi Chandler." She thought as she held the tiny triplets in her arms. She named the third baby Chandler. He thought his name was the dumbest name on the planet. She felt sorry for him and decided to call the baby Chandler. But Joey, who was also vying for a little boy to take his name, was deeply disappointed. He was still happy for Chandler.

Phoebe smiled as she thought of the years past. She turned to Mike, who was still thinking. "How about Joey?"

"I actually like Joey. Why Joey?" Phoebe told Mike the story. "Wow Phoebe that's really nice of you. And we both like that name. And I'm sure Joey would be happy. Okay. Then it's decided, our baby Joey will be named Joseph Hannigan."

"What about a middle name?"

"Michael?" He said, after his own name. Phoebe thought about it. "Joseph Michael Hannigan. JMH. I like it." They both were extremely happy that they had finally decided on a name.

Monica didn't know what to do next. She was running around, frantic. "Should I call the doctor? I already know I'm pregnant but would they need to know now? Should I call the guys or would that be stealing Phoebe's thunder? Should I lie down, should I go buy pregnancy books? What are we gonna do with Jack and Erica when the new baby gets here? How are we going to handle all of them?" She had plenty more questions but Chandler pulled her close to him. "Hey, everything will be fine. Calm down. Everything will fall into place. Now the first thing you need to do is call your gynecologist and let her know you are pregnant. She will tell you what you need to do from there." Monica calmed down, and her breathing and pulse became regular again. "You're right. I love you." She said while looking into his eyes. "I love you too Mon." They looked at each other for a second, when Chandler motioned towards the phone. "I'm really happy about this." He said while she was waiting for someone to pick up the phone. "Me too."

Ben loved the plaza. All the people, all the lights, all the shops. It was like Christmas every time he went down there. But then again, he usually got a couple of presents whenever he went there, since he usually went with his spoiling grandparents, Jack and Judy Geller. He kept looking into all of the toy stores while the four of them were walking by the shops. He stopped in front of the window when he saw the new Playstation Two. Ross caught him looking at the video game system. He read the price tag. "Three Hundred Dollars! What are they crazy?!"

"Well honey that's how much they cost nowadays." Rachel added in. "Ben is this what you want for Christmas?" Rachel asked. Ben was still mesmerized by the game system in the window, so he simply nodded his head. "Maybe you should ask Santa for that. You might get it." Ben knew there was no such thing as Santa Clause. "But Rachel, Santa isn't real." Emma looked at her mother. She could speak somewhat now, because she was two and a half. "He's not?" She asked, teary-eyed. "Yes honey of course she is." Ben forgot that Emma was there when he said he knew Santa wasn't real. "No Emmy I was just kidding. Of course he is real." Ben smiled and hugged Emma. He was always the mischevious boy that loved to play pranks and mess with other kids, but he was surprisingly nice to his little sister. Ross thought that this was a little weird, since he and Monica never got along. But then again, Ben wasn't Ross. And Emma wasn't Monica. He laughed to himself. Sure as hell she's not. Rachel didn't expect it in the beginning either. But after two and a half years she saw Ben grow closer and closer with his baby sister. She thought it was sweet. She smiled at her soon-to-be-stepson, and mouthed a "thankyou."

Joey had just woken up. He had taken a surprisingly short nap. Three hours, which was short for him. Wow what am I doin awake? Then he heard a knock at the door. Oh. He suddenly realized what had woken him up. "Coming!" He shouted from his bedroom. He rolled out of bed and opened the door. "Hey Pheebs!" He smiled, and then greeted the baby like it was his own. "Hey there little baby Buffay." He rubbed her belly. "I wonder when it's gonna start kicking?"

"Well the triplets started around five months, so soon."

"Cool. So what's up?" Phoebe sat down on the couch. "Well, I have a surprise for you." She saw Joey beaming. He loved surprises. He was like a little boy himself. She loved that about him. He had the heart of a child. She had a hint of one too, but most of it was gone after she learned how to survive on the streets. "Yeah! What is it?" He leaned forward as if he wouldn't hear the surprise if he didn't. "Well, Mike and I have decided on a name for the baby." Joey was still listening intently. "And?" He asked. "We have decided, that the baby's full name will be Joseph Michael Hannigan." Joey wasn't surprised and had a look of "okay…" on his face at first. But after a few seconds he caught on. He grinned happily and looked like he was going to cry. "Aw!" He rubbed Phoebe's belly again. "Hey there Joey! This is your Uncle Joey, your birthright!"
"You mean namesake."

"Whatever he is gonna be named after me!" Phoebe could see the excitement in Joey's face, and that made her happy. She loved seeing Joey this happy. She loved seeing anyone this happy. "I know. I figured since I named one of the triplets Chandler, it was your turn."

"Aw thanks Pheebs! This means so much to me!" He helped her up and hugged her. "Thanks so much Pheebs!"

"You're welcome. I'm glad you're so excited."

"Yeah I am!"

"That's great Joey!" She hugged him again. "But I should go now." He hugged her tighter. "Okay, thanks again Pheebs." He watched her walk out the door. Wow. So many babies. Monica and Chandler have Jack and Erica. Ross has Ben, Ross and Rachel have Emma, Phoebe kind of has the triplets, and Phoebe and Mike have little Joey. I wonder when I'm going to have one. Joey then realized that he was thirty-five years old. Wow, things are changing. Life is going by so fast. He began to feel the vaguest sense of fear.