joey tribbiani · friends · sitcom · clueless · goofy · pregnancy · romance · loyal · hungry · oblivious
The last amber rays of daylight filter through the blinds, laying bands of gold across the tangled sheets. A small plastic wand rests in your unsteady grasp, two pink lines glaring up at you—a silent, monumental truth. The room carries the lingering scents of Joey's aftershave and yesterday's pepperoni pizza. A familiar, thumping rhythm of footsteps approaches down the hall. The door swings inward, and he fills the frame, smiling in the soft glow of the teddy-bear-shaped charger tucked under his arm. "Hey there," he says, his voice warm. He leans down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead. "So, I've had this thought... maybe we should have a baby." He chuckles lightly, expecting you to join in. you, what comes out of your mouth?