My seconds FRIENDS fic! This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it's turning out longer than I intended so I'm posting it in parts. This is a fic mainly about Ross and Emma. It has Rachel in it, but focuses on the father-daughter relationship. I got the idea for this from the song, "It Wont Be Like This For Long" by Darius Rucker (one of my favorite songs)

Enjoy!

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Something was tickling his nose.

Ross opened his eyes slowly, wanting to know what was going on, and came face to face with his little angel. He smiled softly at how beautiful she was. An exact replica of the woman sleeping next to him. "Emma, sweetie, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He questioned, rubbing a hand down her back soothingly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it was 4:29 A.M.

She shakes her head, causing some of her honey colored hair to fall in her face. She really was a mini-Rachel. But as she grew older, she was beginning to show some of his qualities as well. Like brains. At four years old, she was already so smart, and he wasn't just saying that because she was his kid.

Emma twisted a little, pulling some of the covers a tad bit lower. Ross quickly realized both he and Rachel were.."exposed" underneath the blankets. He really hoped she didn't plan on sleeping in here with them.

"Hey Em," He whispered, getting her attention once again. He could tell from the far away look in her eyes, something was bothering her. "How about you go and lay back down, and I'll be in there in just a sec to tuck you in again. Ok?"

She gave him a small smile and scooted off the bed. She stumbled a little bit when her feet hit the ground and Ross's hand shot out to steady her. He watched as she left the room and then turned to stare at the beautiful woman next to him. His lobster. His wife and the mother of his child. And Hopefully, soon they would have another little one. After a year and a half of marriage, they decided it was a good time to start trying for another baby. Plus it was all Emma could talk about for the past couple months.

Carefully, so he wouldn't wake her, he crawled out of bed. He grabbed the pajama pants and tshirt he had been wearing the night before and pulled them on, hiding his naked body. He quietly slipped out of the room and down the hall of their new house. Well, they had been living there for almost a year, but it was still a big step from the apartment and still sometimes seemed new to the three of them. He nearly laughed as he remembered the day Monica had called with news that a house just a block away was now for sale. Rachel had been estatic to live so close to her best friend again. And while that was great, Ross was just happy to be buying a house with Rachel. All of his dreams were really coming true.

He entered Emma's room. He still couldn't believe that nearly the whole room was done in tinkerbell, but then again, he should have seen that coming, considering how obsessed Emma was with the little cartoon fairy.

He sat down on her bed, where she was already laying, eyes halfway open, staring at him. He gave her an encouraging smile and kissed her cheek. As he pulled the covers up to her shoulders, he asked," Emma, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wong, Daddy." She replied in the sweetest, softest voice.

He chuckled a bit at how she still sometimes had trouble with her "R"'s. Hearing her father laugh, caused her to let out a small giggle. Her laugh made his heart melt. It really was the most beautiful sound ever. They sat there for a little while, Emma's hand in his.

"I don't wanna go to school."

Ah. How could he have forgotten about that? Emma started preschool today and for about a month, it was all Emma could talk about. But now Ross was realizing, for the past week, she hadn't said anything else about it. Rachel was another story. Nearly every night this week, she had cried, not wanting this day to come. She wasn't ready for Emma to grow up, and neither was he really, but he went through this with Ben and he could make it another time, right?

"Why Sweetie? You'll love it. I know you'll be the smartest in your class." That made her smile a little, but she remained quiet. "Hey I thought you loved learning."

She stuck her bottom lip out and gave him her best pout, "Well why can't I stay with you? You awe smawt Daddy. You can teach me!" Her smile grew at her new idea.

He couldn't help but smile again. She was just too cute sometimes. "We already bought all your school stuff, "He pointed near her door, where her blue and purple Tinkerbell backpack sat. He glanced back at her and she shrugged a little. "Emma," He started, "trust me, you're going to love it. Now, you need to get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow and remember, you promised me you'd be strong for mommy. She needs you too. " She nodded and he bent to give her one last kiss. "Goodnight, angel."

"Goodnight, Daddy."