Disclaimer- I do not own Friends or any of the characters mentioned, they belong to Bright, Kauffman, Crane Productions.
Authors note:
This is my first ever fanfiction and I'm only 13, but I hope it's alright (: It's set six months after 'The Last One' and follows the proposal, wedding and some of the honeymoon. Contains quite a lot of fluff and stuff :L I'll update/add a chapter every so often.
Enjoy and please review (: xx
The ProposalEver since Rachel had got off the plane six moths ago, Ross had fallen deeper in love with her than he ever thought possible. Every time he looked at her, he felt a connection that ran through his mind, heart and soul and that let him know this would last forever. He never wanted to be apart from her, ever, and knew that the best way to show her this was by proposing.
It was a late Monday evening at Monica and Chandler's new house, and Ross and Rachel had come to visit for the weekend staying in a hotel in the neighbourhood. Rachel had already returned to her room, she was tired and apparently needed her 'beauty sleep', though Ross didn't think so. Forgetting Monica's request to leave half an hour ago, Ross was flicking through an engagement ring catalogue, if he was going to do this then he would have to make it perfect. After asking Monica's opinion on several rings (one too flashy, one too dull, one too cheap, one too big), he came across the one. A beautiful 12 carat silver ring, he could imagine the look on Rachel's face when he knelt down on one knee and offered it to her. Just thinking about this moment made him smile, as he fell into a daze, dreaming about his future with his soon to be bride…
"Ross! ROSS! I've told you a hundred times, if you're going to sleep over night on the couch, at least warn me so that I don't think there's, oh I don't know, a murderer or something camping out in my living room!"
Monica was ultra-sonic again. Ross couldn't help but giggle at both the terror on his sisters face and what she had just yelled at him.
"Mon, please, okay? A murderer, really? How would they even have got in, you need to think about these things before you go disturbing peoples sleep and stuff." He said with a slight giggle. Monica simply replied with a huff before returning to her bedroom mumbling a few curses along the way. Ross was too busy thinking about how he was going to propose that he didn't really mind what his sister thought of him right now. Picking up his catalogue and coat, Ross gave a quick shout to Monica and Chandler before calling a cab to take him to the hotel.
Ten minutes later and Ross was heading up to the 6th floor, awaiting, or rather dreading, Rachel's response to his absence last night. As the elevator door opened revealing the gracefully decorated hallway, he took his key out his pocket and inserted it into the stiff metal lock. With slight hesitation, he turned it, only reveal the sight of his girlfriend asleep in bed, their lovely daughter beside her. Emma was two now, and gave him the satisfaction of feeling like the three of them were a proper family. Creeping in as silently as possible, Ross placed the keys on the bedside table and made sure to hide the ring catalogue inside his suitcase, away from Rachel's eyes. As he stood debating with himself about what he should tell Rachel, he heard her stir beneath the duvet and stretch her arms out the side of the bed. Panicking, Ross jumped onto the bed beside her and took her in his arms, allowing a small gasp to escape from her lips. He ran his hand up and down the smooth skin off her arm, as she faced him and began to open her mouth ready to speak. She started with a smile, but then a doubtful expression graced her eyes. Ross knew what was coming, and closed his eyes in preparation, expecting the worst. But to his surprise, Rachel let out a giggle, followed by a sigh.
"What?" Asked Ross, curious as to why Rachel was so calm right now.
"You idiot," Replied Rachel, smirking and shaking her head, "I know what you were doing last night, don't worry its fine."
Ross was now officially confused, did she really know about his plan to propose that day? What should he say, should he just act innocent?
"Wh-wha-what? No, I um, don't know what you're, um, talking about…" Stuttered Ross, hoping Rachel would deny any recognition of the events the night before.
"Ross, honey its fine, you haven't seen Chandler in a while and I kinda guessed that you'd want to have a chat with him, I just didn't realise it would last all night." Rachel said with a confident look on her face. Ross breathed a sigh of relief and allowed himself a slight chuckle knowing that Rachel had no idea, even if she thought she did.
"Yeah, Chandler, that's where I was. All night. With Chandler. Talking." Ross replied, falsely confirming to Rachel what she believed.
Ross resumed hugging her as she wrapped her slim arms and legs around him, snuggling into his chest. When Rachel had Ross next to her, she felt protected, comforted, in love. She let past memories run through her mind, their first kiss, their first date, the time they were married in Vegas, and so many more that she never wanted to forget. Rather than thinking about the past, Ross was thinking about the future. Their children, their marriage, and most importantly his plan to propose that night. Every last detail was thought out right down to the words he was going to speak, and he couldn't wait to show her what he knew she wouldn't be able to resist. His heart raced just thinking about it, and he hugged her tighter with every second that went by, unknowingly drifting off into a deep sleep…
Beep beep beep, beep beep beep.
"Ross answer your phone would you, the noise is driving me crazy and I'm trying to feed Emma!" Rachel's voice came echoing from the corner of the room, as Ross woke up from his slumber. As he sat up, he realised that he must have fallen asleep. Realising that he had booked a table at a fancy restaurant tonight for him and Rachel, he sat upright and prepared to speak. This was the night he was going to propose, and he hadn't even put forward the idea of going out to Rachel.
"Uhh Rach? I thought that maybe tonight we could do something, you know, just the two of us? Dinner or something?" Ross tried to put the idea forward with out sounding like it was anything special, but an element of panic came through in his tone of voice.
"Well I was thinking maybe we could order in, I don't think Emma's feeling too good and…"
"No."
"No?"
"I mean, um, I've booked a table already."
"And Emma is going where?"
"Monica, Monica and Chandler, they said they'd have her."
"Sure?"
"Uhhum."
"Good. That's fine then."
Ross was relived. For a moment then he had thought that Rachel was going to refuse. Step one of the plan was now in place, all he had to look forward to now was the hard bit.
Will update soon (: