True Love Really Doesn't Run Smoothly
Part 1:It's Your's
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She couldn't do it anymore. It was so hard. Everyone thought she was fine, but she wasn't. This was the worst from fine she had ever been.
Monica and Phoebe knew that she was pregnant, but they didn't know the half of it. Rachel had never thought of this before, but now......
The father. She had to tell him. But that, that was going to be incredibly difficult. She knew him, of course, he was one of her best friends, and she saw him all the time, but that just made it ten times harder.
She thought all this silently, sitting motionless in a chair, staring at the joyful scene. It was a wedding; the wedding of two of her best friends, she should be happy - but how could she be? She was Rachel. This was the hardest thing she'd have to bear - a child who was a mistake. She'd decided to keep it, but she needed help. Help from the father. But would he want to help? That was the thing that, somehow, she had to find out.
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Ross laughed as Phoebe executed a rather elaborate move to finish off her dance to the band's up-beat number.
He looked around: Rachel was sat alone at a table, staring into space; Joey was eating (no surprise there, he thought) and Monica and Chandler were kissing on the other side of the room. As he walked off the dancefloor, Ross found himself thinking about his torrid relationship with Rachel. He'd loved her since high school: so why didn't he now? He knew she'd moved on, and he'd tried to do the same, but he never actually believed he would. But, he realised, looking at her uncharacteristically sad face, he had. He didn't love her any more. But she was still one of his best friends, and it was his duty to comfort her.
He walked over. She heard his footsteps and looked up. Close up, he saw she'd been crying.
"What's wrong, Rach?" he said, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her.
She looked at him for a moment, deciding. Should she tell him before she told the father?
He was her friend. She'd already told Monica and Phoebe, so why shouldn't she tell Ross?
She swallowed nervously. "Well," she began slowly, "I'm pregnant."
She saw immediatly from his reaction that whatever he'd been expecting her to say, it wasn't that.
"What the-" He stopped himself from shouting out the next word. A few people looked strangely at him but turned away again. "What do you mean? Well, well- whose is it?"
That question again. " I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I didn't tell Monica and Phoebe and I'm not going to tell you. I have to tell the father first."
Ross accepted this as an understandable reason. "Well, okay then. I guess it's not me then?" he joked. she stared at him. "Not funny? Right." He got up, blushing, and walked away. She sighed. Ross could be really stupid sometimes.
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Joey licked his lips. The cake looked delicious.
Chandler cleared his throat and everyone quieted down. His arm was around Monica's waist as they held a knife between them. "Before Monica and I cut the cake," began Chandler loudly, "I'd like to say a few words. I thought I might never find a woman I'd want to spend the rest of my life with, but little did I know she'd been right in front of me for years. Sometimes you never see that what you want is right in front of you. And, although it's not yet the time for it, I can't wait until a baby's scream fills our apartment."Monica smiled. "Anyway, thank you all for coming to celebrate this day with us, and - it's time to cut the cake!"
"Yes!" yelled Joey, making everyone laugh. Monica and Chandler sliced into the cake, while camera flashes came from all around.
"Ooh, ooh, can I have the first piece?" asked Joey, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Sure, " said Chandler, handing a plate to Joey, while everyone else laughed again.
Meanwhile, Rachel, who seemed a little touched by Chandler's speech, choked up while attempting to speak and ran out of the room. Everyone's gaze followed her, while Phoebe raced after her. Joey, still eating his cake, followed suit.
Monica tried to get everyone's attention back to her."So, who wants cake?"
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Rachel ran into the restroom and broke down in tears.
She wasn't ready for a baby. She wasn't ready to be a mother, especially like this. She didn't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. And to have the father be-
Her thoughts were interrupted by Phoebe, who entered slowly.
"Rachel?"
Rachel looked up, tears dripping onto her golden bridesmaid dress.
Phoebe gave her a sympathetic look and sat down next to her. "What's the matter?"she asked, putting her arm around her.
Rachel tried to wipe away the tears, but they wouldn't stop. This was hardest thing she's ever faced: worse than breaking up with Ross, worse than seeing him fall in love with Emily, worse than running out on her wedding. She managed to choke out "I just, y'know, realised I have to, y'know, tell him. And I have no idea how." She gave Phoebe a forlorn look, almost breaking down into tears again.
"Well, it would help if I knew who we were dealing with here, "said Phoebe. Rachel heard the eagerness in her voice and managed a weak smile.
"Phoebe, I can't tell you until I tell him, and that's going to be difficult."
"Why, was it like a one night thing?"
Rachel nodded.
"Well, if you do it now, then the pressure will be much less. Otherwise it'll just all build up inside you, so it's better to do it soon. Okay?"
"Uh-huh,"answered Rachel.
"Do you promise?"
"Yes."
"Okay then," said Phoebe, hoisting Rachel up. "Are you ready to go back?"
Rachel swallowed, then collected herself."Yes."
They walked slowly out of the room, not noticing Joey, who, sitting outside the restroom, stopped eating to stare at them.
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"I am not going to answer that!"
Rachel, who was looking a lot happier now, reached her hotel room and turned around.
Joey smiled."Oh come on! Would you pick my dad or Ross' dad?"
"That is such a weird question!" giggled Rachel.
Joey feigned insultion."Well, okay, since you're not going to answer, I guess I'll go, " he said, starting to walk off.
"Joey, wait, " said Rachel. He turned back. "Can you come in? I need to talk to you for a second."
"Sure," he said indifferently.
Rachel unlocked the door, clicked on the lights and they walked in. It was a bright room; the mirror bounced light around the room, and the golden sheets on the bed sparkled.
"What is it?"asked Joey, as Rachel shut the door behind them.
"Sit down," she said,and he sat on the bed while she perched on the dressing table stool.
"Do you remember Chandler's speech, y'know, before he cut the cake?" she said cautiously.
Joey frowned. " No. But that cake was delicious," he said, a dreamy look came over his face.
Rachel smiled."Joey?"
He snapped back to reality."Yeah?"
"Well, Chandler was saying how he couldn't wait until the scream of a baby filled his apartment. And while there won't be a baby in his apartment, there will be one in our's."
For Joey, the realisation came remarkably fast. "You're not," he gasped.
She nodded.
"Well whose is it?"
Now came the hard part.
Rachel swallowed. "It's your's."
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Part 1:It's Your's
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She couldn't do it anymore. It was so hard. Everyone thought she was fine, but she wasn't. This was the worst from fine she had ever been.
Monica and Phoebe knew that she was pregnant, but they didn't know the half of it. Rachel had never thought of this before, but now......
The father. She had to tell him. But that, that was going to be incredibly difficult. She knew him, of course, he was one of her best friends, and she saw him all the time, but that just made it ten times harder.
She thought all this silently, sitting motionless in a chair, staring at the joyful scene. It was a wedding; the wedding of two of her best friends, she should be happy - but how could she be? She was Rachel. This was the hardest thing she'd have to bear - a child who was a mistake. She'd decided to keep it, but she needed help. Help from the father. But would he want to help? That was the thing that, somehow, she had to find out.
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Ross laughed as Phoebe executed a rather elaborate move to finish off her dance to the band's up-beat number.
He looked around: Rachel was sat alone at a table, staring into space; Joey was eating (no surprise there, he thought) and Monica and Chandler were kissing on the other side of the room. As he walked off the dancefloor, Ross found himself thinking about his torrid relationship with Rachel. He'd loved her since high school: so why didn't he now? He knew she'd moved on, and he'd tried to do the same, but he never actually believed he would. But, he realised, looking at her uncharacteristically sad face, he had. He didn't love her any more. But she was still one of his best friends, and it was his duty to comfort her.
He walked over. She heard his footsteps and looked up. Close up, he saw she'd been crying.
"What's wrong, Rach?" he said, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her.
She looked at him for a moment, deciding. Should she tell him before she told the father?
He was her friend. She'd already told Monica and Phoebe, so why shouldn't she tell Ross?
She swallowed nervously. "Well," she began slowly, "I'm pregnant."
She saw immediatly from his reaction that whatever he'd been expecting her to say, it wasn't that.
"What the-" He stopped himself from shouting out the next word. A few people looked strangely at him but turned away again. "What do you mean? Well, well- whose is it?"
That question again. " I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I didn't tell Monica and Phoebe and I'm not going to tell you. I have to tell the father first."
Ross accepted this as an understandable reason. "Well, okay then. I guess it's not me then?" he joked. she stared at him. "Not funny? Right." He got up, blushing, and walked away. She sighed. Ross could be really stupid sometimes.
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Joey licked his lips. The cake looked delicious.
Chandler cleared his throat and everyone quieted down. His arm was around Monica's waist as they held a knife between them. "Before Monica and I cut the cake," began Chandler loudly, "I'd like to say a few words. I thought I might never find a woman I'd want to spend the rest of my life with, but little did I know she'd been right in front of me for years. Sometimes you never see that what you want is right in front of you. And, although it's not yet the time for it, I can't wait until a baby's scream fills our apartment."Monica smiled. "Anyway, thank you all for coming to celebrate this day with us, and - it's time to cut the cake!"
"Yes!" yelled Joey, making everyone laugh. Monica and Chandler sliced into the cake, while camera flashes came from all around.
"Ooh, ooh, can I have the first piece?" asked Joey, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Sure, " said Chandler, handing a plate to Joey, while everyone else laughed again.
Meanwhile, Rachel, who seemed a little touched by Chandler's speech, choked up while attempting to speak and ran out of the room. Everyone's gaze followed her, while Phoebe raced after her. Joey, still eating his cake, followed suit.
Monica tried to get everyone's attention back to her."So, who wants cake?"
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Rachel ran into the restroom and broke down in tears.
She wasn't ready for a baby. She wasn't ready to be a mother, especially like this. She didn't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. And to have the father be-
Her thoughts were interrupted by Phoebe, who entered slowly.
"Rachel?"
Rachel looked up, tears dripping onto her golden bridesmaid dress.
Phoebe gave her a sympathetic look and sat down next to her. "What's the matter?"she asked, putting her arm around her.
Rachel tried to wipe away the tears, but they wouldn't stop. This was hardest thing she's ever faced: worse than breaking up with Ross, worse than seeing him fall in love with Emily, worse than running out on her wedding. She managed to choke out "I just, y'know, realised I have to, y'know, tell him. And I have no idea how." She gave Phoebe a forlorn look, almost breaking down into tears again.
"Well, it would help if I knew who we were dealing with here, "said Phoebe. Rachel heard the eagerness in her voice and managed a weak smile.
"Phoebe, I can't tell you until I tell him, and that's going to be difficult."
"Why, was it like a one night thing?"
Rachel nodded.
"Well, if you do it now, then the pressure will be much less. Otherwise it'll just all build up inside you, so it's better to do it soon. Okay?"
"Uh-huh,"answered Rachel.
"Do you promise?"
"Yes."
"Okay then," said Phoebe, hoisting Rachel up. "Are you ready to go back?"
Rachel swallowed, then collected herself."Yes."
They walked slowly out of the room, not noticing Joey, who, sitting outside the restroom, stopped eating to stare at them.
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"I am not going to answer that!"
Rachel, who was looking a lot happier now, reached her hotel room and turned around.
Joey smiled."Oh come on! Would you pick my dad or Ross' dad?"
"That is such a weird question!" giggled Rachel.
Joey feigned insultion."Well, okay, since you're not going to answer, I guess I'll go, " he said, starting to walk off.
"Joey, wait, " said Rachel. He turned back. "Can you come in? I need to talk to you for a second."
"Sure," he said indifferently.
Rachel unlocked the door, clicked on the lights and they walked in. It was a bright room; the mirror bounced light around the room, and the golden sheets on the bed sparkled.
"What is it?"asked Joey, as Rachel shut the door behind them.
"Sit down," she said,and he sat on the bed while she perched on the dressing table stool.
"Do you remember Chandler's speech, y'know, before he cut the cake?" she said cautiously.
Joey frowned. " No. But that cake was delicious," he said, a dreamy look came over his face.
Rachel smiled."Joey?"
He snapped back to reality."Yeah?"
"Well, Chandler was saying how he couldn't wait until the scream of a baby filled his apartment. And while there won't be a baby in his apartment, there will be one in our's."
For Joey, the realisation came remarkably fast. "You're not," he gasped.
She nodded.
"Well whose is it?"
Now came the hard part.
Rachel swallowed. "It's your's."
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