Disclaimer: I don't own "Friends"; I'm just borrowing it for a little while.
A/N: New story guys! This one will be around five chapters long. Please R/R, thanks!
Rachel ran through the apartment building, searching for Ross's familiar door. She walked through the door as he was yelling at his answering machine.
"I got off the plane," she said a little tearful.
Ross just repeated her and ran to her, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her over and over. This was there they wanted to be, this is where they would be.
A week passed by so quickly. All of Emma and Rachel's things had moved back into Ross's apartment, Monica and Chandler had moved into their new house with their newborn twins, and everyone was settling into a new routine.
Exactly one week after Rachel didn't go to Paris, Ross had called her mother and asked her to watch Emma for the night, he and Rachel had a lot to talk about, and he had a very important question to ask her.
Mrs. Green picked Emma up at seven and Rachel got home from her latest job interview at 7:30.
She walked in the door and looked around, then began to panic.
"Ross!" she shouted.
He came running in and quickly looking around the room.
"Rachael, what's wrong?" he asked breathlessly.
"Our daughter, where is our daughter?" Rachel asked still panicking and searching the room for her absent daughter.
"She's with your mom," he explained. "I asked her to take Emma for the night so that we could spend a little time together without the baby."
"Oh," Rachel relaxed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Well, honey if I had done that, it wouldn't have been a surprise, now would it?" Ross asked with a chuckle.
"Right, sorry," she said, allowing her breathing to return to normal.
"Sit, sit," he insisted, taking off her coat and placing it on the hook. "Dinner will be ready in just a minute."
"Great, I'm starving, what are we having?" she asked.
"We are having roasted chicken, homemade stuffing, and green beans," he answered her, lighting the candles on the coffee table.
"Sounds great, you made me dinner?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"Well, I had a little, okay a lot of help, from Monica," he explained with a laugh.
"Ah," she laughed along with him.
He brought out the food when he heard the timer and soon they were eating the dinner and drinking the wine.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked, wondering what this whole night had been about.
"Well, Rachel, it's mainly one thing that affects everything," he began, growing nervous. "We have a baby, we love each other, and we have for a while. And the last time I did this we were drunk in Vegas and I'm not even sure if I was the one that asked."
He got down on one knee and Rachel began to cry, sensing where this was going.
"I love you so much Rachel, I always have. I know that this will be the last time I ask this question, this time I'm going to make this one stick. Will you marry me Rachel?"
"Yes," she said with a broken sob. "Yes, I would love to marry you…again."
Ross picked her up and twirled her around the apartment and hugged her close. This was the first Day of the rest of their lives. This was where they belonged.