Ok, so this is my first time to submit a story I've written, actually, this is the only story I have written. J I hope to continue though, and progress as a writer.

This is set after the finale, and I will be focusing on Ross and Rachel's life. The other 4 will be mentioned regularly but ultimately this story is about Ross and Rachel.

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends. If I did, I assure you I would not be here writing this right now, and I would be a super rich 16 year old. Ok, so on with the story.

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"Hey, sweetie, do these lights go up here?" he asked in frustration, he had been considering where to put the Christmas lights, he knew where ever he did eventually put them, they would be in the wrong place. Rachel took the liberty of giving herself the position of sole decorator this Christmas, Ross was secretly glad, he never liked the idea of decorating, he did love the holidays though, and he knew this Christmas was a special one. It was the first Christmas he was going to have with Rachel since she got off the plane, precisely 4 months and 3 days ago, he counted down the days, half from disbelief that she was his again and half from amazement at how well his life was going right now. He had never felt this good in all of his life, sure when they first dated he was happy, but this time was different. They were much older, they had both grew and with that came more wisdom on how to deal with relationships, he liked the feeling of security, knowing that both of them could work anything out that may try and come between them, after all they've already been through so much.

"Mommy, Daddy looks stupid putting those lights up" ahh, Emma. He giggled to himself, this was why their relationship, now, was better than the first time they dated, they had Emma now. Ross couldn't believe how much he loved her, he would often wake up some nights and go into her room, repeating to himself over and over In his mind this is really my daughter. Mine and Rachel's daughter. She's gorgeous he thought, as he looked down at her from the ladder that he was perched on in the hall. She looked so much like Rachel, although she did have his eyes. Rachel often joked that she could never scold Emma because she couldn't resist the puppy-dog look she'd give. She blamed Ross for that.

"Yeah, that's because daddy is stupid" she smiled, rolling her eyes and playfully looking at Ross. She gently strolled over to where he was standing, and wrapped her arms around his waist, both of them were mesmerized by their daughter playing quietly, with dinosaurs Ross had forced on her since she was born, Emma was a dinosaur geek, she knew it, but she secretly loved the fact that Emma resembled her father in so many ways, not necessarily in looks, but in manners.

This was going to be a good Christmas she thought, as she clung tighter to his waste.

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The decorations were up now, perfectly. Ross was relieved, he wanted to spend the rest of the night just relaxing, with Rachel. Emma usually went to bed around 8, and he couldn't remember a time when he had just watched a movie with Rachel, talking and just hanging out with each other, sure they had nights in, but of a weekend they usually went out to clubs, this weekend however both of them were tired and were looking forward to just spend time together, and with their daughter.

"So, what's one is it? There weren't any good movies at the movie store, so I just got "Rumour has it" and "Weekend at Bernie's" he smiled, cocking an eyebrow. She playfully threw a cushion at him, laughing. She loved the way he was so sentimental, he remembered and knew everything about her, well, he knew that was her favourite movie, she had once made him watch it 3 times in one night, when they were first dating.

Weekend at Bernie's it was.

After adjusting the video into the machine, he picked up the afghan and placed himself next to Rachel on the couch. She gently squeezed his arm, and placed her head on his shoulder as he positioned the afghan over them.

"Hmmm" she sighed, "I'm so comfortable" she really was, she was always comfortable around Ross, she felt safe, and protected. He did too. Even though he was a man, he still felt safe around Rachel.

"Me too" he nodded. "maybe a little too comfortable" he giggled cocking an eyebrow whilst playfully stroking her arm.

"Oh yeah?" she asked , caressing his face, and his neck and anything she could get her hands on. He leaned over and began to gently trace kisses along her neck and on her shoulder. Her hands were in his hair now, pulling and gripping it. He exhaled a moan, and pulled her closer to him. Both of them were breathing heavily and their hearts were racing, just like when he first saw her, she still excited him, and he excited her. Most couples eventually lose the passion and the chemistry, this wasn't Ross and Rachel though. They both still felt like they were 25 year olds, that was far from the truth, however, they were no longer 25 year old, they were mature adult, and they had a daughter.

"I love you" she whispered into his ear, biting him there.

"I know you do" he replied whilst gazing into her eyes lovingly.

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OK, that was only the first bit. I wouldn't call it a chapter, maybe the prologue. If you like what you read, leave a review please.

I'll continue if this is well received by people, bare in mind it is my first attempt. Heeee.