{joey tribbiani ff}
•book one•
Heather Bing moves to New York, hoping that her life will continue to be as perfect as it currently is. She has a comfortable place to live, friends to laugh with and a boyfriend that she truly loves.
"I could've reach...
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chapter twenty two ~ the one with a new baby Heather's POV
It was a mad rush once we had left the building because Ross was sure that this birth was going to happen ten times faster than average and if we didn't get to the hospital fast enough then we would miss it. He claims to have read every pregnancy and child birth book in New York but obviously none of them were preparing him for the actual thing and it was making the rest of us glad that we weren't going through this. I knew that once a woman's water broke then it was unlikely that she would immediately give birth because this was usually just when the contractions start, and we didn't even know if Carol's water had broken yet. Doctors wouldn't advise for the delivery to begin until you were ten centimetres dilatated and my guess was that Carol wouldn't reach that point straight away; it would take a few hours before the baby was born. So, Ross needed to try and calm down, which was easier said than done because this is Ross we're talking about and he's never calm.
"She's not here yet, she's not here. She's having my baby, and she's not here."
"I'm sure everything's fine." Monica grabbed his arm and tried to stop him from pacing around the waiting room again. "Has her water broken yet?"
"I don't know, but when I spoke to her she said she'd already passed the mucus plug."
Joey got up from his chair and gagged, making everyone turn to face him because no one else had that kind of reaction. "Do we have to know about that?"
"Joey, what are you going to do when you have a baby?" Rachel questioned, knowing that he couldn't just gag at the whole experience when someone was having his baby.
"I'm going to be in the waiting room, handing out cigars while Heather gives birth."
My eyes went wide at the comment and my head flew in his direction, completely shocked at what he had said and didn't know what to make of it. "What?"
"Yes, Joey's made arrangements to have his baby in a movie from the 50's."
For some reason, no one else even battered an eyelid at his comment that concerned me which made me wonder if something was going on. Sure, I wanted to have children at some point but I didn't know when; I wanted to make sure that I was financially ready to take that step and that wasn't going to be any time soon. But I had never thought in detail about who would be the Father, for years I had been assuming that it would be Carl because I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him; obviously that didn't work out and I hadn't really thought about it since. Could I imagine myself and Joey together? I don't know, he's my brother's best friend and sometimes that makes me feel weird about our relationship being anything more than friends.
Something that I did know though, was if my partner was as much a prissy like Joey was when it came to childbirth then he would have a rude awakening when I was in labour. There was no way that I was going to let him sit in the waiting room, only seeing the happy moments after the baby was born; he was going to be next to me the whole time and he was going to feel guilty about making me go through childbirth. I didn't care if he fainted at the thought of it, he was going to be next to me. And the more that I was thinking about it, the more I was wanting to have a baby but I knew that I wasn't ready for something like that. As much as the idea was appealing, I was fine with babysitting Ross' baby for a few years before I took the leap of becoming a Mother myself because that's too much responsibility for me.
