I don't own anything.
It's about four years later, Emma is about 6/7.
R&R :)
"ROSS!" Rachel bellowed through the corridors of their suburban home, that they had purchased just after the conception of their second child together.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's up sweetie?" Ross turned to see his very pregnant wife waddling towards him, clutching her cell and turning very red. Emma glanced away from the TV momentarily, and then returned to the documentary showing on the discovery channel, much too enthralled in the Brachylophosaurus (much to her mothers dismay) to care about what her parents had to say.
"Emma, why don't you go play dinosaurs in your room, okay, Sweetie?"
"But mom ...!" She started to protest, but Ross gave her a look that told her not to argue and she reluctantly slouched off to her bedroom, dragging a dinosaur picture book from the shelf as she went.
"Rach?" Ross swivelled back to face her as soon as Emma's door clicked shut, taking her hand and pulling her down next to him.
"My Father can't come for Thanksgiving anymore, apparently he needs to work on that damned boat," She sniffed,
"Aw, Rach, I'm so sorry," He sighed, putting his arms around her, privately relieved that he wouldn't be interrogated by his Father-in-law all week.
"I just wanted a family Thanksgiving for Emma like normal, before the baby comes, but now dad can't come, mom's with my sisters at home and your parents are on vacation,"
"They are?"
"Yes … You know they are they – oh, anyway, what are we going to do now?" She sighed, cradling her large stomach and leaning back into him. He kissed the top of her head,
"It can still be a family Thanksgiving, Rach,"
"It won't be the same with just the three of us, I mean, we're used to being surrounded by family and fr –" she stopped mid-sentence and looked at her husband with wide eyes, then she leapt up as fast as she could.
"Rach?" He called after her but she was already rushing out of the room.