Rachel lay on the bed, listening to the rain against the window. The Sandman seemed to have missed her this night, as she stared at the window. As she lay staring at the rain running down the window, Rachel began thinking of the night like this one, with a wet Ross standing in a room, confronting her over what she did.
"You left me!" yelled Ross, as he whirled around. "So don't sit there and tell me you love me as much as I love you, because-"Ross was interrupted by a hard slap across the face by Rachel.
"How dare you!" she hissed. "How DARE you stand there and tell me I never loved you as much as you loved me! I never stopped loving you, Ross!"
"YOU LEFT ME!" he yelled, as he rubbed his sore cheek.
"I GAVE YOU UP!" she screamed, whirling around to face him with tears running down her cheeks. "I can't ever have kids again, Ross! Whatever happened with Keith, it made me infertile! And I know how much having a family meant to you, but I can't ever get pregnant again! And I gave you up! Do you know what it feels like to give up someone you love?!"
"We were on a break," murmured Ross. Rachel's anger gave way to sorrow, as she recalled the circumstances behind his words. Ross walked over and hugged her, as she broke down sobbing. "Rachel, come home," he whispered. "The kids need their mother, and I need my wife."
"I can't," she sobbed. "I can't give you kids, Ross."
"So what?" he replied. "I'd rather raise the two we have, than have more with someone who pales next to you."
Rachel looked up. "You mean that?" she whispered.
Ross nodded. "Always. You're my lobster, Rachel. Please come home."
Rachel rolled over and looked at her husband, asleep next to her. 50 years had passed since then, and while they had had their ups and downs, they had always managed to pull through. She smiled as she saw his brown eyes open. Though the years had put many more lines in his face and taken away the darkness in his hair, her heart still skipped a few beats when she saw his warm brown eyes, as well as his smile. "Hey, you," she whispered.
"Hey, you," he whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied. "Just thinking about how far we've come over the years."
"Thinking about the fight we had when you left?" asked Ross. Rachel nodded.
"I'm sorry about that," she said. "I almost tore our family apart."
Ross shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry for," he said, as he ran a wrinkled and veined hand through her snow-white hair. "I wasn't going to let you go."
"Why?"
"Because," Ross said, as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. Rachel smiled and closed her eyes as she snuggled in next to her husband, the three words he whispered echoing in her brain as she drifted off to sleep: "you're my lobster."
