The One With Dreams
The afghan was up to my neck as I glanced at Ross. He was in the kitchen getting me a cup of ice. The ice, however, was apparently not too cooperative because when he banged the tray on the counter, shards of the frozen liquid hit the floor. Ross cursed under his breath.
"Sorry Rach. I'll have to ask Chandler for some ice," he apologized. Even though we weren't together, he had been so supportive of my pregnancy. I was lucky to have a guy like him to live with. As he headed out the door, I silently thanked him.
"Days of Our Lives" was on the television. Dr. Ramoray was confessing his love to Olivia. Again. Lately all that had been playing were re-runs. It was good enough for me though. Left me in tears every time.
"Alright, sweetie, I got the ice," Ross sighed. He was exhausted from work and having to take care of his pregnant ex wife. It was really hard for him to know that our baby, who was definitely not going to be named Ruth or Emily, wouldn't be raised by the two of us. Our baby would never have a proper family. That was hard on me too, of course. I mean, I wanted our little girl to have a mommy and a daddy to live together. Two parents that loved her very much. I knew that Ross and I would love her more than the world, but not in the same was a couple would.
He handed me the ice in a plastic blue cup with a paper towel wrapped around it so that it wouldn't be too cold. I thanked him and he sat down in the chair with his laptop working on his next speech. Lately work had seemed like his main priority. He never seemed to make time for me anymore. But I shouldn't be jealous. I mean, we aren't even together anymore.
Ross muttered as he wrote, probably testing out the way things sounded. I could tell he was pretty proud of it too.
"Page 4 is finished," he boasted with a smile. I couldn't help but think of all the times that I went to the "Dead Lectures" as Chandler called them. I congratulated him and covered back up.
Why is it so cold in here?" I complained. It was 80 degrees in the house right now. Ross used to have set at a constant 72, but when I got pregnant I was always cold.
"I'll fix it," Ross offered exasperatedly. He got her the duvet cover off of their bed and brought her a cup of coffee that he made earlier. It was still warm from his thermos.
"Thank you, sweetheart," I was very grateful for Ross. What would I do without him? Quite suddenly, I was interrupted by heat between my legs.
"Honey. My water broke."