Joey and phoebes baby!

Ch. 2

Phoebe had just gotten settled in the delivery room of the maternity ward. The doctors had run some tests, and there was still no sigh of Joey, even though Chandler assured her he was on his way. She looked up at the clock, getting more and more stressed out and anxious with every passing minute that he wasn't there. She couldn't imagine going through this without Joey by her side, and she knew that he wouldn't want to miss this for anything. He was so exited to be a father. She put her hands on her stomach, where the baby was.

"Look, I know your anxious to get out of there... I know your cousins probably trashed the place, when they were in there, I mean, there was three of them! .. but if you could hold on just a little bit longer, so that your daddy can be here when you do come out that would be.. "

She fell silent when she heard the door open, hoping to see Joey, but it was only chandler and Monica coming back in, with Ross and Rachel.

"Hey, sorry we're late, pheebs! We had to drop Emma off with the babysitter." Rachel said, as she came to phoebes side and put her arm around her. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

Phoebe gave a shrug. "Eh.. can't complain, I guess. The worst part hasn't even started, yet." Rachel gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Don't worry, pheebs. It's not so bad.. once it's over."

Ross looked around the room curiously. "Wait.. where's Joey?"

"He's on his way." Chandler replied, looking at his watch. "He's running a little late, but... it is Joey. I mean, maybe he got lost in the parking lot or something!"

Phoebe sighed, propping herself up somewhat on her pillows in an attempt to make herself more comfortable. "Yeah, we'll he better get here, soon. These contractions have been bad!... oh god, here comes another one... SOMEONE GIVE ME THEIR HAND!" She yelled.

Chandler immediately took a few steps back, holding his arm, which was apparently still sore from her last contraction, and shook his head. "No way. Not doing that again!"

Ross went over to phoebe, giving her his hand. "Chandler, don't be so inconsiderate! How would you feel if-AAHHHH! OH GOD, MY HAND! YOUR CRUSHING MY HAND!"

Ross continues shrieking in pain, as phoebe screamed along with him. Ross pulled his hand back when it was over. "Jesus, woman!"

Chandler nodded, knowing his pain, all to well. "And I thought Monica was freakishly strong. It's probably a good thing she never gave birth the traditional way, or I would have no arms to hold my children with."

Rachel knelt down beside phoebes bed, seemingly worried about her friend. "Oh god, phoebe, does it hurt real bad? Maybe we should get you some drugs, or something.."

"Yes, please for the love of God, get her something!" Ross agreed, still holding his hand in pain.

"No, I don't want any drugs, I just want Joey! Where is he, damnit!?"

Chandler shrugged. "Well, if I were him, I'd be hiding in fear right now!" He said.

Monica looked at her husband in the same exasperated way always she always did when he cracked one too many nervous jokes at inappropriate times, and he shut up, taking the hint.

"Ill go downstairs and look for him again," he said, and left the room.

Joey ran as fast as he could to the front doors of the hospital, and up to the front desk. The drive there seemed to take forever. He broke more driving laws than he cared to think about trying to get there, but it didn't matter. This was something that he knew he could not miss, for any reason, and he couldn't let phoebe go through this alone.