This is my attempt at a Ross and Rachel Sonfic. Enjoy and please R&R for RandR!
Listen to Moby's 'We are All Made of Stars' while reading for full effect.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends or Moby's We are All Made of Stars.
"We're lobsters Ross! And this thing growing inside of me, well I'm glad it's yours!" I exclaim.
He looks at me like I'm crazy, like he can't understand what I said, and the truth is, I can't either.
What happened to the Rachel Green who would have been desperate for him to make the first move? Where was the girl who told herself she would be married for one year before she had a baby?
"Rachel, why are you doing this? Is it because you don't want to be a single mom, because even if we aren't together, I will still help you take care of the baby."
He says this to comfort me, yet all I can hear is the slap of rejection simmering trough the room.
"Ross, we're meant to be together! This pregnancy is just the universe giving us something to hold on to, to keep us together! We will always come together!" I plead.
"I dunno Rach." He says uncertainly. "I just... I think this is the pregnancy talking." He says this in a calming manor, but somehow, the craziness of it all sends me over the edge.
"Ross! It's an ADVENTURE! Why can't you just open your eyes, we can try this again and see what we find!"
My eyes well with tears and you try to hug me, but I push you away.
"I just... what if we get tired of each other? What if we end up hurting our child?"
"Ross, we've gotten together. We've fallen apart. But now is the only time to pick up the pieces! To reach for the stars!"
None of my tactics are working.
"Ross, why can't you just come around and see that I'm still in love with you!"
"You're–You're what?"
I hear footsteps approaching us where we are standing outside of Monica and Chandler's apartment, but all I care about is the man in front of me and the tears I am trying to stop from dripping down my face.
My heart flutters and a million 'What If's flash in front of my eyes.
"I'm still in love with–"
I stop abruptly and look down at my bloated stomach.
"Rach, what is it?" The footsteps quietly fade backwards and we are alone again.
"It's the baby. The baby kicked!" I say. Ross gets a far off look in his eyes and I know this is the man I will spend the rest of my life with.
He looks back up at me and smiles.
"I think... I think I am too." He says. My eyes narrow in confusion.
"What do you–" Fireworks. I can feel the stars, I can touch them, because Ross just kissed me and I'm carrying his baby and I love him.
He breaks the kiss for just a moment. "I'm still in love with you too. I'm as sure of that as I am that that baby kicking in your stomach is going to have the best mom and dad in the world." He says this and my heart breaks. Not in sadness, not in joy, but in half, splitting because the amount of love in my ribcage is too mach to be contained in one organ.
"We've come together. We've fallen apart. No one can stop our love. Because all it took was an accidental pregnancy for us to realize that we are made of stars.