The One With The Reunion

Chapter 3

Phoebe's P.O.V

I held the pregnancy test in my shaky hands, trying to convince myself it isn't real, but what my eyes are telling me is all reality. I put the pregnancy test down and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm going to be a mother, and Mike, my husband, is going to be a father. Sure, I've known Mike for more than 5 years now, but I'm still scared to death. Tear drops kept on prickling my eyes and some trickled down my cheek. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door knock. 

"Phoebe, sweetie, you in there? Someone's on the phone and wants to speak to you. Wait what's wrong?" Mike perked up and told the other person on the line to call back later. I let him in to tell him the shocking news. The doornob turned and Mike padded across the bathroom floor. I pick up the pregnancy test to hand over to him as I was too shocked to utter a single sound. He took the test from me and looked up to me before wrapping me in his warm and welcoming arms. "Phoebe, don't worry, it will be ok I promise, I will do whatever you want me to do. I promise I won't go anywhere, I've got a buisness trip next week, but I will cancell it I swear, just for you and our baby we will be going to have." I let go of Mike and looked at him in the eyes. "You'd do that? For me?" I said."I'd do whatever it is I need to do. I will never leave your side. Not in a million years." A tear of happiness rolled down my cheek as I hugged him even tighter, but it still doesn't hide the fact of how scared I am.

Mike's P.O.V

I was about to puke. I needed to be alone so I came up with an excuse. "Hunny, I need to do my buisness here, so, um, you know, if you don't mind...." "Sure I'll leave." She turned the doorknob and quickly left the bathroom,leaving me in such a shock that it was all going to come out through my mouth. I turned the tap right before the moment where I gaged and everything that I had eaten had come out, my breakfast, my lunch, luckily I hadn't had dinner yet so atleast I dont go to bed on an empty stomach. 

I got the napkin that was next to the sink and dabbed my face and nose. I was going to be a father, I told phoebe it was going to be okay, it's not going to be. That was all just for motiviation,but that type of talk only works on her, it doesn't work on me that easy. I'm as scared as she is. I have no idea how to do this. I can't tell Phoebe I'm scared, I'm the one who's suppose to be helping her. I'm terrified! What do I do now?!