Chapter 3: Eye Shadow
Ross and Rachel were at the apartment. The cupboards, courtesy of Monica, were completely organized. Now it was only a matter of deciding what to cook.
"How about chicken alfredo?" Rachel suggested, sifting through the dozens of dry foods. The alfredo was one of the only perishables.
"You know Rach, we could just go out to eat. I could take you somewhere nice," Ross offered. He had recently gotten a bonus and wouldn't mind spending some on the most important woman in his life.
"Uhm, sure. Where do you want to go?" She asked, a bit hurt that he didn't want her chicken alfredo, but she never claimed to be the best cook. Actually, the first time that she ever made coffee was a few years ago. Sure she had improved, but Monica passed with flying colors.
"I want to take you out. Like, a first date even though we've already been married," he joked.
"Alessandro's? Your sister would hook us up with a good deal," Monica worked at the restaurant. Head chef, actually.
"Rach, maybe we could go somewhere without Monica? She usually does something embarrassing on the dates that she goes on. I really don't want her messing up ours."
"Sure," she began, "okay, what about Iridium? That place is pretty good." Iridium was Monica's first occupation where she cooked, and she was a very underpaid chef.
"Sounds great. I'm going to get in the shower. If you want you can take one at Chandler's, or if not just get ready… Wear something nice," he said with a falsely seductive wink.
Rachel rolled her eyes but muttered a laugh. She had already taken a shower, so she went in her closet to get a dress.
The one that she chose was a low rising black that went down to her knees. She wore 2 inch black heels and a necklace with a turquoise pendant. Hopefully Ross would like it.
After waiting about 10 minutes, Ross came out of the bathroom. His face was neatly shaved and he had aftershave on. He was wearing expensive cologne and a tuxedo that seemed new.
"Wow, Rachel. You look beautiful." That was definitely the truth. He couldn't recall the last time that she'd dazzled him like that.
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself, Wet head." Ross smiled and walked closer to her, finally bending down for a kiss.
"Let's go, we'll be late for the table. Apparently you have to reserve two seats on a Saturday night," he ranted. Rachel stood in front of him with her hands on his broad shoulders.
"Don't they know that you're best friends with Joey Tribianni, the actor?"
"Damn. I knew I forgot to tell them something!"
"Well, I hope you remembered to tell them that I'll be tagging along."
"No chance of forgetting that, sorry."
Rachel grabbed her purse and Ross tucked his wallet in. He had finally gotten what he'd wanted; he's finally gotten a second chance with the most beautiful woman in the world. She locked her elbow around his after he locked the door. Tonight would be the night that he would make things right between them. After dinner, he hoped he would finally have a family.
"Uh- Rach? You've got a little eye shadow on your cheek," he warned. "I'll get it." He brushed the mark of purple off and let her face rest in his hand. "Love you."
