Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Chapter 1

Ross is lying in bed the morning after his parents 35th wedding anniversary. He has a slight hangover and is trying to remember why he had been drinking so much before.

"Oh yes," he thinks to himself.

 He remembers that his parents had made he and Rachel tell everyone that they were married because none of the Gellar's friends would approve of a baby out of wedlock. He remembered being pretty drunk, which helped he and Rachel think up ridiculous stories about their wedding day.

"How could anyone actually believe that Stevie Wonder is a family friend of Rachel's?" he thought to himself again.

Suddenly he hears a soft knock on his door and in walked Rachel. She is in a white bath robe and looks like she just woke up and jumped into the shower.

"Hey Rach." Says Ross.

"Hey Ross." Rachel Says

"Feel my stomach, the baby is kicking."

"Oh, honey, that's  amazing."

"Hey Ross, about last night……"

"Yeah, I know, wasn't that ridiculous they way my parents had us lie to everyone? And those stories…..wow! we must have been wasted."

"Right Ross, but that's the thing, I don't think I was drunk."

"So, you're just a good liar is all Rach."

"Maybe….. but I have a question"

"Go ahead." Says Ross as he flips off his covers, exposing his paisley boxers. He sits up in bed and looks at Rachel.

"Well, that story you told about the way you proposed to me…….I know you said it was the way you were really going to propose to me when we were dating, but….."

"But what?"

"I don't even know, it just got me thinking."

Ross looks into Rachel's eyes and can see them wandering off. He stares intently into them and he can see the fear, the hurt, the bewilderment. He realized then that to her the night before hadn't just been a game. It had actually meant something to her. Was it the same for him?

 They both sat there on the bed for what seemed like hours. Finally Ross spoke up.

"Rach," Ross said.

Their eyes locked. They sat there, their head moving closer and closer to eachother. Ross turned his neck and closed his eyes and went in for the kiss. Their tongues wrestled and their arms moved up and down each other like savages trying to tear apart their food. Ross ripped open the robe that Rachel was wearing. He slowly began to caress her breasts, making her nipples as hard as rock. Rachel began to pull away. She bit his lip in a passionate way and let go.

They both sat on the bed stunned. Rachel got up and retied her robe. She sat back down in a chair at the corner of the room. They had both wanted this for so long. They were yearning for each other's kiss…..for each other's touch. But why did it feel so akward?

**This is my first fic. I will post more if you review it. More chapters to come**