Figuring it out

When Rachel awoke it was already late, she glanced over at the clock, 6:00pm. She had drifted off for over 3 hours. She picked up her cell phone from the nightstand to call Ross, see what was going on. Then she saw the ring sitting there too. She took off Ross' jacket and got up from the bed, she ached all over. In front of her on the other table was a bouquet of flowers.

"Aw, that's sweet," she thought, "must be from the rest of the gang."

The note attached to the flowers read:

My dear Rach,

You were so great today; Emma looks just like you, beautiful. You're gonna be the best mom in the universe, I'm sure of it. You really deserve every flower in the world but these lilies were the best I could do. I went to go see my parents and get some food. If you want anything just call my cell. When I get back I wanna talk to you.

Love Ya'

Ross

"Oh no!" she thought, "Ross must have seen the ring when he came in to drop the flowers off," she put her hand on her forehead this was almost too much to handle. Even though she knew he had to have seen her with the jacket on she put the ring and jacket back on the chair and took out her cell phone and speed dialed his number 505.

"Hello?" Ross answered; He asked it as a question even though he knew it was Rach.

"Ross, hi it's me, where are you?" she was hungry so she wanted him to get her something.

"Um, I just left my parents house, I'm getting something to eat now, why you want something?"

"Oh, thanks anything small is fine," she wasn't feeling well but she knew she needed to eat.

"Okay, How you feeling, sweetie?" he asked

"Fine, Okay, I'll see you in a bit, Bye." She hung up and sighed. She couldn't tell him about the ring over the phone. What would she say, 'by the way I know you proposing' that's not something you tell someone.

About thirty minutes later Ross walked in Rachel's room.

"Rach?" he asked softly as he walked in just in case she was sleeping

"Hey," she greeted him with a big smile.

"I got you a salad," he told her and handed it to her, now he knew he had to say something about the ring it was sitting right next to her, but words just wouldn't come out so she spoke.

"Ross," she sighed again, "I saw the ring in your jacket, I thought we agreed that just because we had Emma we not getting married?"

"I know my mom gave me that ring to give to you, she thinks we should be married because of you know, everything, but I was never gonna give it to you."

"Oh," Ross could tell Rachel was visibly upset.

He wasn't gonna propose. It's gonna be just like Janice told her, Ross is going to find a new family; she's not going to matter to him anymore.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, it's just that we're never going to happen," she paused realizing how bad that came out. "I mean your going to get married again---"

"And then I'll get divorced again," Ross added. "I would never leave you and Emma for as long as I live."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really." Ross promised.

He wanted to tell her that he was 'in that place' but he couldn't. If it didn't work out Emma would suffer; even if it was all he wanted since he was 15.

I'm happy, right? She thought, "This is what we've agreed on all along." A silent tear ran down her face.

"Did you put you slippers on the wrong feet again?" Ross asked. He didn't know if he was meaning to be funny or helpful but it felt right to say it.

She looked up at him again; they shared one of their 'moments'.

He knew how she felt, they felt the same way. There was no way for him to describe the feeling. He silently again sat down on the edge of the bed. Ross lifted her face and kissed her lips softly. That was really what he wanted no matter how complicated their relationship was no matter what anyone said this felt so RIGHT.

She needed him, this felt so PERFECT to her, no matter what, she had him forever.