I, I can't...

"I, I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"I can't tell you. It's just to hard."
"Tell me what?"
"If I could tell you, I would. It's just too hard!"
The front door opens and Monica and Phoebe walk in with shopping bags.
"Hey Mon, why didn't Rachel go shopping with you guys?" Ross asks.
"Umm... Rach, you said you would tell him."
"Rach, they know, and you won't tell me?"
"I know Mon, it's just too hard." You tell her, ignoring Ross' comment.
"Come on Rach, the sooner you tell him, the better." Monica replies.
"Yeah, you can't wait nine months." Phoebe chimes in. A look of shock spreads across Ross' face, as he realizes what Phoebe meant. You glare at Phoebe, and she shruggs.
"You're, you're...?" Ross struggles to say.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant!"
"Who's, who's is it?"
"It's yours, dodo!" Monica says, glaring at him.
"Yeah, unlike you, she hasn't dated anyone else yet." Phoebe adds in.
"Thanks guys!" You tell them scarcastically. Ross is still staring at you in shock. You walk over to him and lead him out to the balcony.
When you get out there you say:

"Don't worry about it, I'm getting an abortion!"
"I, I'm sorry you had to find out this way."