Carefully, awkwardly, I pull open the door to Central Perk and maneuver the double stroller through the doorway. A moment too late, Rachel and Phoebe look up and see me struggling and jump up to help. Rachel grabs the bottom of the stroller, helping to steer it into the coffeehouse, Phoebe propping open the door to get me through. As soon as the twins are parked in front of the faded orange couch, Phoebe wraps her arms around me.

"Oh, my God, look how pregnant you are! You look so good!" She pulls back and grips my belly gently. "Hi, baby."

"Let me in, let me in," Rachel exclaims, hugging me around my stomach and Phoebe's hands. "How are you feeling?"

"Considering I'm five and a half months pregnant and my babies are almost eleven months old, I'm doing all right."

"No! They're not that old, are they?" Rachel asks as she lets go of me, immediately turning to the stroller to peer down at the twins.

"They were born at the end of April and it's now the middle of March…" my voice trails off, finding it hard to believe that my teeny, tiny little twins are actually almost a year old. My eyes well up just thinking about it. I swallow heavily and reach down to grab Jack, kissing his chubby cheeks. "Who wants one?" I ask, knowing both of my friends are eager to see their niece and nephew.

"Me!" Rachel exclaims, grabbing Jack from me and sitting on the couch.

I pick up Erica next, giving her kisses, too, before passing her off. "You're up, Aunt Pheebs."

"Ah, we meet again, Erica Bing," Phoebe says to the baby, standing her up on her lap. I look at the couch for a moment, my body suddenly unable or unwilling to sit down. I grab the back of it and ease myself into a sitting position.

"Do you need help?" Rachel asks, playing with Jack's fingers.

"Probably, but I have no idea what you could do," I answer, finally landing on the couch with a sigh. "That was interesting." I cross my arms over my stomach for a moment before groaning.

"What's wrong?" Phoebe asks and I shake my head, mentally trying to brace myself to stand up.

"I forgot something to drink."

Phoebe lets out a triumphant laugh and points to the coffee table in front of us. "Got you covered! We got a tea for you just before you showed up."

I'm so relieved that I don't have to stand up, I think I could cry. "You're the best." I briefly consider leaning forward to grab the mug, but decide it's enough knowing it there for now.

"Where's Emma?" I ask Rachel, who looks completely enamored with Jack at the moment, who, in all fairness, is doing a great job of looking at her through his eyelashes.

"She's with Ross and Ben at some educational playland thing. I would have brought her, but Ben really wanted to go, so she wanted to go. I'm sure Ross is filling her head with all sorts of science and history facts and tidbits."

"That would be just horrible," Phoebe says, sarcasm tingeing her voice.

"Ihba," Erica agrees, her fingers grabbing the end of her aunt's hair for just a second before Phoebe reaches into the stroller and finds a toy, suitably distracting Erica.

"Oh, my God, Monica, Jack is so cute. I could just eat him up."

"You know he's flirting with you, right?"

Rachel's mouth drops open, pretending to be appalled even as a smile tugs at her lips. "Jack, are you flirting with your Aunt Rachel?" He ducks his head, his shoulders scrunching up, a grin breaking out over his face. Rachel whimpers and pulls Jack against her chest, stroking his back. "Why can't all guys be this cute?"

"You're good at flirting, aren't you, Jack?" I lean over and kiss his head, and he peaks an eye at me, still smiling. "I'm hoping to develop some sort of immunity to it at some point, otherwise I'm toast."

"What about this one?" Phoebe asks, bouncing Erica on her knee. "Does she flirt, too?"

"Oh, yeah. She's a little more subtle than Jack sometimes, though she's really mastered the pout. Especially when it comes to Daddy, right, Eri? She manipulates him better and faster than I could ever hope to, though, to be honest, she's been able to do that since the moment she was born." I jump a little as I feel the baby do what I swear is a pirouette against my bladder, though it's probably just flipping from back to front.

"You okay?"

"I think someone woke up from his nap," I answer, rubbing my stomach as I feel the baby stretch or kick inside of me. I'm not sure if it's because I've become more aware of it, or that the baby's suddenly more active, or has gotten bigger, but the last couple of weeks, this kid has been really active. Unfortunately, Chandler still hasn't been able to feel it, but I'm hoping soon.

"'His'?" Rachel asks, her eyes wide.

"I just get tired of calling the baby 'it,' so I pick a pronoun and go with it. Some days, the baby is a 'she'."

"So you're not gonna find out?" Phoebe looks disappointed, and Erica sticks her lower lip out. "Oh, there's the pout."

I chuckle a little and shake my head. "We were surprised last time and that worked out pretty well. We figured we'd just wait and see with this one, too."

I hear someone behind me mumble something about overpopulating the planet and whip my head around, my eyes catching some woman staring at me. Her eyes grow wide when she realize she's been overheard and goes back to her friend, avoiding my gaze.

"What was that?" Rachel asks, her eyes wide.

I just shake my head. "Some people seem to think that having three kids is just too much strain on the planet; they also seem to think that their opinions matter to me."

"Does that happen a lot?"

"More often than you'd think."

Phoebe cranes her neck to see this person, who looks like she's trying to sink in on herself. "Hey, Chatty Cathy. Maybe you want to say that to her face?" The woman's cheeks grow bright red and she starts gathering her belongings. "Or maybe you'd be interested to know that two of them are adopted. How's that for 'overpopulating' the planet? Maybe you should mind your own business next time."

I put my hand on her arm, trying to calm her. "Pheebs…"

The woman hurries out the door, her friend, looking mortified, close behind her. She turns and mouths "sorry" to me before trailing after her friend.

"I appreciate the solidarity, Pheebs—I really do—but maybe a little less information next time." I glance around the shop; a few people are giving us odd looks, but for the most part, people are just going about their lives.

She looks at Erica, whose eyes are like saucers, and smiles reassuringly. "Some people should know what they're talking about, right, Erica?"

"Do people really say that to you?"

"Sometimes," I answer, shrugging. "Doesn't really bother me, usually. The other day, I actually heard someone say, 'She needs a hobby,' when they saw that I have two babies and one on the way. It took everything in me not to tell her that I indeed have a hobby—sex. Lots and lots of sex, and that's why I have three kids.

"You should do that next time," Phoebe encourages. "See what happens. I bet the reaction would be pretty good."

We're silent for a few minutes, the twins gurgling and babbling happily, oblivious to the world around them, and I wonder if I've somehow made my friends uncomfortable.

"So…do you guys still have sex a lot?"

My eyebrows shoot up my forehead and look over at Rachel, who is trying to look very casual with Jack.

"You mean now that we've been married for almost four years or because I'm twenty-two weeks pregnant?"

"Both, actually."

Okay—I guess I get to be uncomfortable. Though, actually, talking about Chandler's prowess in bed is usually a great source of joy for me. "We have sex all the time."

"Really? All the time?" Phoebe sounds like she doesn't believe me, though I don't know that she's ever been able to completely buy into my husband being good in bed.

"A few times a week, easily, except for when the twins were born and when we first found out I was pregnant. But yeah. Even more now with all these pregnancy hormones rampaging through my system. I get action from him pretty much every night."

"I didn't have sex the entire time I was pregnant," Rachel blurts out.

"I didn't either," Phoebe adds in, though we all know she had different circumstances than most. "I wanted to, though. Every man I saw turned me on. I thought I was going to explode. What's it like to have a man at your beck and call like that?"

"Pretty phenomenal, actually. Makes my life a lot easier."

"Hey, what's pregnant sex like?" Rachel asks and I feel my body simultaneously relax and rev up at the thought of it.

"Magnificent. I'm sure in another couple of months it'll be awkward and almost impossible, but for right now, it might be the best sex we've ever had. He's just so…attentive and giving and willing and romantic." I shudder for a moment, picturing my husband, the thought of it a little too much. "I can't talk about it right now." My body literally feels like it's electrified just thinking about Chandler and what he does to me, what he will do to me later tonight.

"Do you ever worry that the birth mother will want them back?"

My head shoots up and I can see Rachel's mouth drop open, the question hitting me like a bucket of ice water.

"Phoebe!" Rachel exclaims. "Why would you ask that?" Jack squawks in her arms, alarmed by her voice and I immediately reach out and grab his little hand, his tiny fingers holding on to me.

"Every day," I whisper. "Not a single day goes by that Chandler and I don't think about it, scared out of our minds that Erica will decide that she wants to be their mother." That has been our only concern with adoption—the fear that someone will regret giving up their child and want it back. We knew it was a huge gamble, especially with an open adoption, but we thought it was worth the risk. It still is, and I'd adopt Jack and Erica all over again if I had to, but the knowledge that their mother could decide she wants them back and possibly win that case in court scares the hell out of me.

"Logically," I continue, clearing my throat, "I know it probably won't happen. We send her letters but she hasn't been very communicative with us since the twins were born. I mean, she's very young and probably not at all interested in being a parent. We just have to keep our fingers crossed and hope we never have to cross that bridge."

I feel Phoebe's hand on my shoulder, rubbing gently. "I'm sorry I asked—it was stupid."

"No, it's okay. It's a logical question. But…it's just…they're ours, you know? They've felt like ours since the moment they were born. I can't imagine them belonging to anyone else."

"Erica is so much like Chandler sometimes it's scary," Phoebe confirms, turning my daughter to face me and I laugh at the expression on her face; definitely Chandler.

"Erica." She smiles up at me. "Kiss?" I pucker my lips at her and she does her best to imitate my face, her lips closing and mostly forming a pucker. I lean toward her and her little body almost launches out of Phoebe's arms as I give her a quick kiss.

"That looks like it's come a long way," Rachel says. "Less drool now."

"They're much better at imitating now, so they've almost got it down. They don't seem to get the actual kiss part yet, but it's coming along. At least their mouths aren't hanging open all the time." I turn and look at my son. "Hey, Jack." He looks at me out of the corner of his eye before he ducks his face, smiling. "Jaaaack." I lean my head on Rachel's shoulder, making eye contact with him, his face lighting up. "Kiss?" We go through the same routine, and my heart feels like it could melt. I know they don't understand yet what they're doing, they're just imitating me and Chandler when we do things like this, but it's still amazing. They learn so many things so quickly, though I really can't help but wonder if being twins is helping with that. If one does something, the other is never far behind; it feels like they're always competing to see who can do things first or best.

Chandler likes to say they get it from me, and if I didn't know any better, I would agree.

A moment later, Phoebe and Rachel are asking for kisses, though with a bit less success than me. It's a little reassuring to know that the twins exercise a bit of caution from time to time.

"Hey, Mon—can I ask you another possibly too-personal question?"

"Of course, Pheebs."

"Are you going to tell them they're adopted?"

"I don't think we'll have much choice, do you? They look nothing like either of us." Erica's practically the spitting image of her birth mother—pale blonde hair, big, dark eyes—and Jack isn't much different. His hair is very light brown, but his eyes are just as dark as his sister's. They look nothing at all like anything Chandler and I could have produced. "We haven't really worked out how, but we have a few years before it's an issue. And who knows? Maybe this baby won't look anything like us, either, so they'll all have that in common. We're hoping that it won't matter, though, and they won't get upset and confused."

"Will you let them meet the other Erica if they want?" Rachel asks, pulling Jack closer to her chest.

"Yep. Part of me is hoping they won't want to, but if that's what they want and she's willing, we'll let it happen. And if they don't ever want to meet her, we certainly won't force them."

"Have you guys talked about this stuff already?"

"This and so many other things. We really didn't go into adoption lightly; we knew that all of these things would be a possibility, but none of it outweighed the good. I don't regret it for a second, even with the constant worry. Maybe one day we'll wake up without that fear hanging over us." I sigh and look at Erica's little smiling face. "But for now, we're just focusing on the simple things, mostly trying to get them to call Chandler 'Dada' and me 'Mama.'"

"Mama." Phoebe and Rachel jump at Erica's little voice, and I can't help that my eyes water a bit, even though I know she's not really saying it.

"Oh, my God!" Rachel exclaims, causing Jack to squeak in protest. "She just called you 'Mama!'"

"Not really. Give her a minute; she'll call you that, too. She's just repeating words right now." Regardless, I look at her and smile, pointing to my chest. "That's right, sweetie. I'm 'Mama.'"

She looks over at the diaper bag hanging off the stroller and points. "Mama."

"No, honey, bottle." I pick it up and show it her, her little fingers grabbing for it even though it's empty. "Bottle."

"Bahbah?"

"So close. Bottle," I say one more time, but she's already ignoring me, playing with her newfound toy.

"Muh."

I look over at Jack, who's standing on Rachel's legs, his hand outstretched, fingers spread. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, baby, but it sounds good."

He wiggles up and down, his face scrunching up a little. "Muh!"

"You want Mama?" I hold my hands out for him and his little body pulls against Rachel's grasp, taking him into my arms and he settles in on top of my stomach.

Rachel stares at me in wonder. "Mon, you're such a natural at this. When I first had Emma, I had no idea what to do about anything. I didn't know what her cries meant, I didn't know when to feed her unless she was crying…it was so scary. Hell, I have no idea what to do now half the time and Emma can form sentences. But you…from the first moment you brought these two home you've looked completely natural. Even when Emma was first born, you were so at ease with her. I don't know how you do it."

"I'm still learning stuff, too, Rache. There's a lot that I don't know, too."

"Maybe, but still…I don't know of anyone who was meant to be a mother more than you."

"Totally," Phoebe agrees, nodding her head. "When I have my baby, if I have any questions—"

My eyes grow wide as Rachel and I sit up straight. "I'm sorry—when you what?"

"Oh, I'm pregnant. Didn't I mention that?" She says it very casually, as if it's no big deal.

Rachel's hands clasp over her mouth. "You're pregnant?"

The smile nearly splits Phoebe's face in half. "Yeah, about two months."

"Oh, my God, Phoebe!" I exclaim. "We're pregnant at the same time? That's so cool!"

"I know!" We wrap our arms around each other as best we can around the twins, and Rachel's arms slide around us.

"This is so great. I'm so happy for you," Rachel says, sniffling. "Does Mike know?"

"Why would I tell him before I tell the father?"

Rachel's eyes grow wide, her mouth dropping open. "Oh, uh…I guess…"

I look over at Phoebe and roll my eyes. "She's screwing with you, Rache."

She lets out a relieved laugh before trying to regain her composure. "I know." She makes a face and looks away.

"Of course Mike knows. He knows that I was planning to tell you guys today, too. I know you're supposed to wait until after the third month but I'm just so excited!" She flings her arm around us again, Erica making a noise of protest as she's squished but otherwise remaining silent.

"Can I tell Chandler? I mean, I'm going to tell him anyway, but is it okay with you?"

She laughs a little, giving us a squeeze. "Sure."

"Actually, he'll be here soon, so you can tell him. He'll be so happy for you guys."

Rachel shakes her head as we finally break apart. "Chandler Bing, happy about babies. Who knew?"

"I like to think I've had a positive influence on him the last few years," I say a little smugly, stroking Jack's head as he chews on his fist.

"Speak of the devil," Phoebe says, gesturing toward the door with her head.

I look up and see Chandler walking through the door; my heart speeds up at the sight of him and a smile breaks out across my face—all these years and seeing him still makes me ridiculously happy. "Look, Jack—it's Daddy!" I pick him up and turn him to face the door, and his little face lights up. I hand him to Rachel and heave myself into a standing position. He grins and we reach for each other, his hands sliding gently across my belly before he pulls me close, kissing me hello.

"Guess what?" I say, when we come up for air.

"What?"

Before I can say anything, I feel the baby kick against my stomach and jump.

"What was that?" he asks, looking down at me.

"You felt that? That was the baby."

A look of wonder spreads over his face, his hands going back to my stomach. "The baby kicked?"

"I guess he's happy to see you." The baby kicks again, harder this time, and Chandler's eyes widen. He looks over and grins at Phoebe and Rachel, Erica's arms stretching toward him. He takes her from Phoebe as Rachel stands, giving my husband a hug and he kisses Jack's head.

"Is that the first time the baby's kicked?" Phoebe asks, her hand reaching out to my stomach.

"First time I've been able to feel it," Chandler answers.

Simultaneously, Phoebe and Rachel say, "Awwwwww." The baby kicks a few more times against Chandler's hand before calming down.

He takes Jack from Rachel and sits down on the edge of the couch, a baby in each arm. "So, you had some news."

I slide my arm around his shoulders, leaning into him. "Well, actually…" I raise my eyebrows at Phoebe, who looks startled for a moment before remembering herself.

"Oh, yeah. Just that Jack, Erica, and the baby will have a new cousin to play with in a few months."

Chandler looks around at the three of us, waiting for an explanation. "A new cousin?"

"Actually, it'll be in about seven months." He looks at the three of us again, confused until understanding dawn across his face a moment later.

"Oh, my God!" He looks over at Phoebe, who's grinning at him. "Oh, my God! You're having a baby? That's wonderful!" He goes to hug her, stopping when he realizes his arms are full of babies.

"That's okay, I'll come to you." She stands and wraps her arms around him for a few moments.

"Congratulations, Pheebs. I'm really happy for you." She sits back on the couch, grinning wildly. "This is so great! All of our kids will be close to the same age; they can learn to talk together, and play together, and have sleepovers together, and maybe one day, when they're old enough, they can all sit around together at a coffeehouse and waste too much time together."

We all laugh, and Phoebe says, "If we're lucky."

I lean over and kiss Chandler's head, feeling the baby shift in me a bit in the process. I don't say anything, mostly because I know it would sound incredibly cheesy, but we really are lucky.