An Original Fanfic Written by: Gene Carver
Joey held the door in his hand as he leaned half in and out. "Are you sure you're going to be all right while we're in England for Ross' wedding?"
Phoebe smiled. "Now what could go wrong? And if anything did, Rachel is staying here and as I told Monica earlier she can help me." She patted her swollen abdomen. "We'll be fine."
Joey nodded. "It's just that self-styled minister is still hanging around and he's..." He made a twirling motion with his finger aimed at his forehead.
"I haven't seen him in months. He's harmless, weird but harmless."
Joey bit at his lip. "Well, it's just that's my kid you're carrying."
Phoebe came over and took his hand. "We've talked about this before. It's the clinic's fault, not yours. It's sweet that you're concerned but it's my responsibility now. Besides it's not like we were lovers or something. Can you see the two of us shacking up?"
Joey shook his head. "Not in a million years. Any way you know me. I've got lots of oats to reap yet." He paused. "Have you decided if you're going to keep it or not?"
She frowned. "At first I didn't think I would, but now, I'm not so sure. But as I get closer I can't see giving her up. I think I'm getting into the maternity thing."
"Hey!!" Yelled Chandler from down the hall. "The moss is growing up your legs and if you delay any more Ross is going to declare open season on Italiano best men."
"Keep your pants on, man. I'm coming." Joey turned back to Phoebe. "You take care of yourself."
She squeezed his hand. "You too."
He swiveled his head around and when he saw no one was looking he leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "See you in a week." He turned and headed down the hall where Ross could be heard berating Chandler about tardiness.
Phoebe touched her cheek and then ran the hand along her belly. "That was your daddy, little girl. At least your biological daddy." She paused and looked thoughtfully after him. She shook her head. "Naaah." And shut the door.
Phoebe sat on the sofa with the phone pressed to her ear, waiting for the trans-atlantic cable connection to clear up. She couldn't believe Rachel. What had she been thinking of, running off to London like that to try and disrupt Ross' wedding? Phoebe was glad she had told her what she thought of such behavior. Then Joey had messed up and hadn't stopped her when she got there. But somehow it had worked out. For some reason Rach had not told Ross what she was feeling about him. Phoebe bet that Ross would've gone into an utter funk if she had. He might have even blown up and told Rachel to go to Hell for doing this to him at such a time. Talk about leaving things to the last minute.
She sighed. Poor Rachel. She really needed to grow up a little and see that other people's lives and wishes mattered beside her own. Maybe she had. One could only hope.
She felt a twinge deep down inside. No, little one, settle down. Mommy has to listen to Ross getting ma by's coming early and something's wrong."
"What?" Joey shouted.
Everyone in the church started and turned to stare at him. "It's Pheebs." He yelled to Monica and Chandler. "She's having the baby."
Ross left the altar to lean over the rail. "She's what?"
Joey clutched the phone like he wanted to strangle it. "She's having the baby but something's wrong. She's not answering. Pheebs, hang up and call 911."<