Chapter 21
"Rachel, hurry up or we're going to be late!"
Ross tapped his foot and slowly paced around his living room, glancing at his watch from time to time. Tonight was Thanksgiving night and he had told Monica that he and Rachel would be there on time, especially since they were expecting a guest today, but with Rachel still not ready yet, he may as well start preparing for an earful. He probably should have expected that she'd take forever to get changed, not to mention the pregnancy, but even then, this was getting to be ridiculous.
"Rachel!" he called out again, getting a little frustrated with her tardiness.
A few moments passed by without a response and just as he was about to go check on her to see what was taking so long, he heard shuffling come from their bedroom.
"Ok, ok, I'm ready!" he heard her say.
"Thank God," he mumbled, turning around to grab their jackets off the hook as he heard her emerge behind him. "Alright, let's go."
"Hold on, how do I look?"
Exasperated, Ross spun around to face her, but when his eyes landed on her outfit they immediately widened as his mouth dropped open in shock and disbelief.
Standing in front of him was Rachel, leaning against the doorframe as if she was striking a pose. The first thing his eyes noticed was that her small bump was showing slightly beneath her shirt, though that was the least of his worries. Her tight black leggings showing off her slender legs led up to an incredibly short skirt, leaving very little to the imagination. On top, the very revealing blouse she was wearing left her cleavage practically completely exposed, almost to the point where even he felt a little uncomfortable. Out of all the possible outfits he could have guessed, this was the last one that would have come to mind.
"Wh-what are you wearing?" he stuttered, still dumbfounded by her clothes.
Rachel pouted. "You don't like it?" she asked in an almost sultry tone as she slowly sauntered towards him.
The fact that she didn't seem to be affected by her outfit baffled him further. "You don't see what's wrong with it?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly played with the back of his hair, looking into his eyes with a strange hunger. "I wore this for you. I thought you'd like it."
"Well… I mean, I-"
He didn't get to finish as he was cut-off by her lips pressing hard into his, kissing him furiously and passionately. For a second he forgot where he was and began to kiss her back, even deepening the kiss after he felt her tongue begging for entrance into his mouth. Moments later, however, Ross realised that things were escalating far too quickly and immediately broke the kiss, pushing her back slightly.
"Aww, why'd you stop?" she pouted again.
"Rach, this is not the time for that right now," he said, quickly glancing at his watch. "Ok, you need to get changed and we need to go. We're already late."
She didn't budge, however, and just stood there smiling at him. "Well if we're going to be late anyways…" Slowly she approached him again and before he knew it, her lips were brushing against his once again.
"Rachel, that's enough," he said, a little more firmly this time. He pushed her away slightly, but not enough for her to separate herself from him.
"Oh come on Ross, we'll be quick…" she whispered sensually, closing her eyes and running her hands on his chest.
Her words ran through his head and all of a sudden, he realised what she was referring to. Eyes widened, Ross took a step back, looking at the ground and scratching the back of his head.
"Rach I… I thought I already told you how I felt about that…"
Now it was Rachel's eyes that widened as she realised her slip up, backing up. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that I'm…" She immediately covered her mouth and turned around as tears began to appear in her eyes. "I… I'm so stupid! I… I…"
"Shh, shh, it's ok. I know you didn't mean it," he said softly, pushing aside his confusion to comfort her as he pulled her into a hug. He felt her tug back and wipe her tears on his chest, kissing her on the forehead. "Sweetie, what's going on?"
She sniffled and looked up at him. "I-I don't know. Earlier I was just so… horny, and now I'm all depressed. All day these feelings have been coming and going and I don't know what's happening," her voice shook, clearly shaken up by everything. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
Ross thought for a moment. "Hold on, aren't you in your fourth month of pregnancy?"
She nodded. "Yeah, around there, but what does that have to do with anything?"
Suddenly he smiled and let out a small chuckle, confusing her more. "Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with you. This is perfectly normal."
"Really?"
He smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yes. Right now, you're hormones are going crazy so you'll have lots of mood swings. This all usually comes at around the fourth month of pregnancy."
"What about my horniness?" she asked.
"That's normal too," he laughed at her shyness. "When Carol was pregnant she went through the same thing, although that's just what I heard from Susan."
Rachel let out a breath of air as she felt relieved to know that something was wrong with her. She timidly looked up at him and smiled. "So… what now?"
"Well... we still have that Thanksgiving dinner to get to…" Ross glanced at his watch. "We're late but I'm sure Monica will understand. Do you think you can handle going?"
She thought about it for a moment but eventually nodded her head. "I think so."
"Ok, then go get changed and we'll leave," he said, giving her a light push back towards the bedrooms. Rachel gave him another shy nod and quickly headed back to change while he stood in the living room, letting out a breath of his own.
This was going to be one interesting night.
…
A knock sounded through the apartment before the door swung open and Ross and Rachel made their entrance. Before either of them could greet anyone however, they were immediately met by the ice cold eyes of Monica.
"You're late," she growled through gritted teeth.
Ross opened his mouth to answer but Rachel got there first. "We're so sorry Mon but don't blame Ross, it was my fault. I'll tell you why in a bit."
Monica shook her head at the two of them but let it pass, for now. She turned to Ross and motioned to someone standing near the couches, watching the game with Chandler, Joey and Phoebe. "Look who's here."
"Will!" Ross immediately exclaimed, recognising his high school friend anywhere. The stranger turned around and instantly a smile appeared on his face as well.
"Ross! Long time no see!" Will smiled as he approached him, the two clasping hands.
"Man, you look incredible!" he complimented, remembering how fat he used to be. "I didn't know you would be our guest today."
"Yeah, well I was here on business and ended up running into Monica, and she invited me over."
"That's great! Man, we have to catch up," Ross said as the two old friends conversed about what they've done over the past few years.
Meanwhile Rachel stood by the counter, watching her boyfriend talk to this stranger, who, if she was to be honest, was quite handsome. Perhaps it was her hormones kicking in but the stranger looked incredibly attractive to her, though she couldn't quite remember him.
"Wow, Monica who is that?" she asked her friend who was standing next to her.
"That's Will, from high school! Remember? He and I used to be close and he was in Ross' class," Monica explained.
She thought about it again. "Nope, I don't remember him." She looked over at the two men and saw him giving her a look. "But wow, he's really got that sexy smoldering thing going."
"Well you better not do anything about it," Monica warned in a low voice.
"No! Of course not!" Rachel exclaimed, a little bit offended. Will may be attractive but it wasn't enough to make her throw away the best thing that's ever happened to her.
Monica raised her hands. "Just checking." She then crossed her arms and looked at her straight. "So tell me, why exactly were you guys late today?"
Rachel scratched her head and looked down shyly. "Well… um, it's kind of embarrassing."
"What's embarrassing?"
The two women looked over to see Phoebe join in the conversation.
"Apparently her reason for being late today is," Monica pointed.
"So what happened?" Phoebe asked, now intrigued.
"Well I guess it kind of started this morning and all day I've just been feeling incredibly… um, well incredibly horny, so uh, just now right before we were about to leave, I wasn't thinking straight and ended up dressing up and trying to seduce Ross," she explained, her face turning red from her embarrassment.
Phoebe and Monica looked at each other and shared a laughing look.
"Ohhh, the Evander Holyfield phase!"
"What's that?" Rachel asked.
"Back when I was pregnant, I went through the exact same thing," Phoebe explained. "Yeah, I remember trying to steal a cardboard cut-out of Evander Holyfield from a Footlocker because I was so turned on by it, hence the name."
Her eyes widened. "Ross said that at around the fourth month of pregnancy my hormones start going wild, but I didn't know it would be that wild."
"Oh no, you should be fine," Phoebe responded immediately. "Keep in mind I was having triplets at the time, so in medical terms I was thrice as randy."
Monica rolled her eyes as Rachel laughed. "Ok, so how did you get passed this phase?"
Phoebe raised an eyebrow and looked at her strangely. "Isn't it obvious?"
Confused, Rachel shook her head.
"Sex!"
Immediately her face dropped. "Oh... that might be a problem…"
Her two friends looked at her concerned. "Wait… are you guys still not having sex?" Monica questioned slowly.
Rachel hesitantly shook her head. "No… but-"
"What? I can't believe he's still holding out on you," Phoebe cut her off, turning to Monica. "Maybe we should go have a talk with him."
"No!" Rachel interrupted, grabbing both their arms. "He's not ready yet, I can still see it. I don't want to force him into doing anything."
"But Rach, you're going to suffer if you don't have sex at all, especially in these coming months," Phoebe further pursued.
"I don't care," she said, standing firm. "Right now our relationship is healthy and we're healing together. I don't want to ruin anything just because I'm feeling horny."
"You sure?" Monica asked, concerned.
"Yes, nothing's worth losing him again." Rachel turned to look at Ross across the room, mesmerised by how handsome he looked. "Absolutely nothing…"
Back on the other side, Ross was busy telling Will about what he's been up to recently when he realised his friend wasn't really paying attention, almost as if something had caught his eye.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked.
"Hmm?" he snapped. "Yeah, no I'm just wondering, is that Rachel Green?"
Ross looked over and immediately his eyes widened. "Uh oh," he muttered to himself, remembering how much Will hated her back in high school, which leaves him in very tough situation. He turned back to Will. "Um… yeah, that's Rachel. She's… uh, part of our friend group."
Will clenched his teeth and squeezed his hand into a fist. "I don't know if I'm going to be ok Ross. God, I just… I hate her, Ross, I hate her!"
He immediately grabbed his friend's hand to calm him down. "Will, high school was a long time ago. She's changed a lot since then. She's not the same person you knew before. Don't you think you should give her another chance?"
"I don't know Ross, unless she can magically go back and give me back those four years of hell, I don't think another chance is possible," he responded rather coldly.
Ross was about to say something else when Monica interrupted him by getting everyone's attention.
"Okay! Dinner's ready!" she announced.
Everyone immediately headed for their seats while Ross lingered a bit behind. Now he was worried; if Will still holds the same grudge against Rachel as he did in high school, coupled with her raised hormones, this night could get real ugly real fast.
As he slowly made his way back to his seat, Rachel spotted him and smiled, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. He smiled back, noticing the pregnant glow around her and how beautiful she looked, even in the simple blouse she had changed into on the fly. He immediately walked over and took a seat, gently rubbing her knee as he sat down.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I don't know. Half of me wants to jump on you right now but the other half is telling me to wait until we get back home. I guess I'm fifty-fifty right now."
Ross chuckled softly. "Well, I guess that's better than nothing. Just hold on a bit longer sweetie and I promise you we'll do something tonight."
"Ugh, honey, please don't tease me right now. God knows what my body will do if I get too aroused," she said, almost in a begging tone, making him chuckle again.
"Alright, let's eat!" Joey announced, holding his fork and knife in his hands. "Bring on the turkey!"
"Joey this is your last chance to drop out. A long as you don't take a bite I can still probably save the turkey for other meals," Monica said, giving him a chance to reconsider eating an entire turkey by himself.
"No way, I came to eat!" he declared. "I'm a Tribbiani! Tribbianis don't back out of food eating challenges!"
Monica just rolled her eyes. "Alright then…" she brought over a small roasted poultry and placed it in front of her husband.
"That's it?" Joey questioned. "I can eat that no problem. At least give me a challenge."
"That's Chandler's chicken," Monica stated, walking back to the oven. "This… is your turkey."
Joey's eyes widened as she placed a massive roasted turkey right in front of him, practically larger than his head. He stared at it cautiously, a little caught off guard by the size.
"H-how big is that?" he asked hesitatingly.
"About twenty pounds, give or take," Monica answered, amused.
"Take, please take," he begged quietly to himself, making everyone laugh and roll their eyes.
"Alright, who would like some yams?" Rachel asked, holding up the plate. She looked over at the guest of the table and smiled. "Will?"
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he shot back unexpectedly. Ross immediately gulped. Already it was going bad.
"What?" Rachel asked, confused, as Joey offered some of his turkey, holding it up in front of her. In an instant the smell made her feel nauseated and she immediately looked away. "Bleh! Could we please keep the chicken, and the turkey, and everything on the other side of the table? The smell is getting to my head."
"Typical!" Will fake coughed, surprising her further.
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.
"I said it was typical. Typical of you, Rachel Green, Queen Rachel, does whatever she wants in her little Rachel-land," he responded quite harshly. Ross face-palmed.
"Who is this guy?" Joey asked in an amused tone, looking at Chandler who simply shrugged.
"Ross, what is he talking about?" Rachel asked her boyfriend, who had kept quiet. He placed a hand on her arm.
"You know what Rach, maybe he's just-"
She turned back to Will without letting him finish. "Do you have a problem with me?" she questioned the stranger.
"I don't know, do I? Do I?" Will shot back in a challenging tone.
"I think you do," Phoebe commented.
Monica walked over to where Rachel was seated. "Um, apparently you were a little mean to him in high school."
"A little mean? You made my life miserable," Will clarified.
"I-I had no idea. I'm sorry," she responded, genuinely remorseful.
"Well you should be," he said, clearly not accepting her apology. "Screw it, bring on the yams."
"B-but you worked so hard…" Monica said hesitantly.
"Yams!" he demanded and she immediately handed him the plate. He began angrily placing spoon-fulls onto his plate while staring Rachel down.
"Will, I just want to say that I'm really sorry for whatever I did to you in high school," she tried apologising again.
"Oh, it wasn't just me," he said, handing off the yams. "We had a club."
Uh oh, Ross thought, sinking deep into his chair.
"You had a club?" Rachel asked, bewildered.
"That's right, the 'I Hate Rachel Green Club'!"
"Oh my God! So what? You all just joined together to hate me?" she questioned, feeling a little hurt that she was so disliked in high school. "Who else was in this club?"
Will smirked. "Me… and Ross."
"What?"
Rachel immediately spun around and looked at Ross in a baffled manner. To say she was blindsided was an understatement; was it true the person closest to her was in a club created specifically to hate her?
Ross scratched his throat. "Um… would you like some yams?" he asked, desperately trying to change the topic.
"No, I don't want some yams!" she responded, hurt and anger clearly being shown in her voice. "So let me get this straight; you were in an 'I hate Rachel' club?"
"Um… kind of…" he answered hesitantly.
"Well who else was in this club?" she further questioned.
"Well… uh, there was Will… and me… and that exchange student from Thailand."
"Tataka-Kikek," Will clarified. "Man, that guy was a jokester."
Ignoring him, Rachel focused her attention to her boyfriend. "So Ross, we went out for over two years and you never told me you were in an 'I Hate Rachel' club?"
"Wait a second," Will jumped in, turning to Ross. "You went out with her? We had a pact."
"Is going out with her," Rachel clarified, however looking very unhappy.
"Dude!"
"Look, that pact was made in high school. It's not like it's binding forever," Ross said, trying to defend himself, though he knew Rachel was already pissed off. He still couldn't believe that somehow the conversation had turned to him.
"I can't believe this!" Rachel exclaimed, standing up from her seat. She felt like she couldn't even be near him right now. "Monica did you know about this?"
"I swear I didn't," she said, holding up her hands. "Hey, is that why you two used to go up to your bedroom and lock the door?" The two of them nodded. "I have to say, I'm a little relieved."
Ross just shook his head and stood up, slowly walking towards Rachel who was standing off to the side with her arms crossed. "Look, Rach, I'm sorry ok? I was a stupid kid who made stupid decisions. The only reason I joined-"
"Co-founded," Will added. He shot him a look.
"… co-founded, was because I was insanely in love with you," he said, touching her gently on the elbow. "Obviously I didn't handle it very well, but if you think about it, the'I Hate Rachel Club' was really the 'I Love Rachel Club'."
"Except it was really the 'I Hate Rachel Club'," Will concluded.
All that did was seem to make her angrier as Rachel shot Ross a cold look and took a few steps away from him. "Ok, so what? You guys would just get together and say mean things about me?"
"Oh, we did a little more than just that," Will started.
Ross immediately stepped forward. "No no, no no no. We don't need to go there…"
"What? What else did you do?" Phoebe asked curiously.
"We started a rumor," Will answered, saying it proudly as Ross hung his head.
"Rumor? What rumor?" Rachel questioned.
"Th-there was no rumor. Will's just being crazy," he lied, but she saw right through it.
"Ross!"
"Ok, ok, but it's no big deal. We… uh, we said that… uh, the rumor was that… you had both male and female reproductive parts," Ross stammered, looking away.
"Ha!" Will laughed out loud.
"What?" Rachel exclaimed, taken back by the rumor.
"That's right, we said your parents flipped a coin, decided to raise you as a girl, but you still had a hint of a penis," he further explained, smiling.
"Oh my God!" she yelled out, covering her face in embarrassment.
"You started that?" Monica asked, jumping in.
"You heard that?" she asked, bewildered that Monica knew about it.
"Everyone at our school heard it!"
"Are you kidding? Everyone at my school heard it," Chandler revealed. "You were the hermaphrodite cheerleader from Long Island?"
"Oh no!" she cried, covering her face again. "This is making so much sense now. This is why people always gave me weird looks at school and guys used to avoid me. Monica, how could you have not told me about this?"
"Because I thought it might have been true and I was afraid that you'd cry and show it to me," she explained. Rachel frowned as Joey began looking at her pants.
"Joey stop staring! There's nothing there! It's not true!" she yelled, waiving her hands in front of his face.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need visual proof," he said.
"Hey!" Ross shouted and Joey's eyes lit up.
"Right, sorry," he quickly said, returning back to his turkey.
Rachel turned to him. "Ross, how could you do this to me? I thought you loved me," she questioned him, hints of tears appearing in her eyes.
"I was in love with you Rach, I was madly in love with you," he answered, trying to approach her but noticed that she kept backing away slightly. "Sweetie, I told you I made some stupid mistakes back then, but it was only because I was so in love with you that I didn't know what to do with it. I guess I didn't show it all too well."
"You guess? You embarrassed me in front of the entire high school, maybe even the entire state! How can you say you still loved me after you made me look like the biggest fool in New York?" Now she was actually beginning to cry and he immediately noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheek.
"Rach…" he started, feeling horrible about himself and wishing he hadn't spread that rumor. He began slowly approaching her in an effort to calm her down but suddenly she let out a sob, covering her mouth as she quickly ran towards Monica and Chandler's bedroom. "Rachel!"
The door slammed behind her as Ross was left standing in the kitchen, his mind still not caught up since everything had happened so fast. He stared at the bedroom door, unsure of whether he should try to see if she was alright or if he should give her some space.
Meanwhile the rest of the group, wide-eyed, quietly sat down and ate their dinner in silence.
"What's up with her?" Joey asked, noticing the sudden change in her emotion. Chandler nodded, noticing that as well.
"She's in her fourth month of pregnancy so she's going to have a lot of mood swings," Monica explained. "Surely this can't be good for her right now."
"You think we should be worried since she's hiding out in our bedroom?" Chandler asked, looking at the shut door.
She just shrugged. "Well it's not like you can do anything right now anyways. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."
…
"Rach? Rachel, you're dinner's going to get cold if you don't come out soon."
Ross sighed as he heard nothing from his side of the door. Rachel's been hiding out in the bedroom for a while now and he was worried sick. This was possibly the worst time for this to be happening, especially with her hormones going nuts; she could be doing or feeling anything right now.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry, ok? Could you please come out? Please?"
To his surprise the door swung open, revealing an emotional Rachel, though her feelings were a little hard to read. A mix of anger, hurt, and sadness is what he was picking up, and that was bad since they all seem to be directed at him.
"Look, look at this," she said to the others, walking by him without a second glance as she waved a thin blue book in the air.
"Is that our high school year book?" Monica asked. "Where did you even find that?"
"In the back of your closet. I remember leaving it with your stuff back when I first moved out," she answered, flipping open to the back. "Ok, listen to what Sean McMahon wrote in my yearbook senior year. 'Dear Rach, you're such a great person.' Not girl, 'person'."
"Um, sweetie don't you think you're reading a little too much into it?" Ross asked lightly.
She spun around and gave him a cold look. "I wasn't done. 'Dear Rach, you're such a great person. Sorry about your teeny weenie.'"
Will laughed out loud as Ross hung his head. "Look, I know you're feeling-"
"No, you don't know what I'm feeling," she cut him off angrily. "You want to know what I'm feeling right now? I'm horny and upset, so there's some perspective on how I'm feeling."
"Woah, why's she horny?" Joey asked, stepping back.
"Pregnancy," Phoebe leaned over to answer.
Meanwhile Ross sighed. "Ok… anyways, I get you're feeling upset but what do you want me to do? Call everyone in the entire school and tell them it wasn't true?"
"Yes!"
"Hey, could you also tell them I'm skinny now?" Will asked.
"Oh! Me too!" Monica chimed in.
"Ok, no, I'm not calling anybody, ok?" He walked over to Rachel and gently touched her elbows. "Look Rach, I'm sorry for starting that rumor. It was stupid and completely uncalled-for, but that was like a million years ago. Can't you forgive me after so many years since then?"
Rachel sighed, finally giving in. She couldn't stay mad at him for long. "Maybe… but I just want to point out that I never did anything to hurt you in high school."
"Actually, that's not entirely true," Monica jumped in.
"What?"
"Well, I mean you never did anything as big as starting a rumor, but you did always make fun of him behind his back and call him names," she pointed out. "Remember? You were the one who started the nickname 'Dino Ross'."
Ross immediately turned to her. "That was you?"
"Um… maybe…" she mumbled. Now it was her turn to feel ashamed.
"You barely even knew me back then. How could you talk behind my back when we didn't even talk?"
"I'm sorry, but I was the popular girl back then. All the popular kids picked on someone so I kind of chose you…" she explained, scratching her head sheepishly.
"Bitch!" Will fake coughed again, making her turn to him and give him an annoyed look.
"I can't believe you were the one who started that. You know that nickname haunted me for all of high school," Ross said, a little unhappy.
"Hey, those were just little things. You gave me a teeny weenie!" she shot back, crossing her arms.
"Ok, enough," Monica said, stepping in to finally put an end to all of this. "Look you guys, all of this is way in the past. You've been through so much since then and now you've got so many more important things to worry about. Can't you just let this go?"
Ross and Rachel shared a look. "Yeah, she's right. I'm sorry," she apologised first.
"I'm sorry too," he responded, gently placing an arm around her waist. "We shouldn't let this get between us, especially since we're going to have this baby together." She smiled and nodded her head.
"Hold on," Will stood up, turning to the two of them. "You got her pregnant?"
He blinked. "Yeah."
"Are you getting married?"
Ross looked down at Rachel, then back up. "No."
"So you knocked her up but you're not going to marry her," Will concluded, smirking and raising a hand for a high-five. "Dude!"
Ross just shook his head, laughing slightly, as was Rachel. What a night this has been, but at least the storm has finally passed.
"Alright, now can we please get back to dinner?" Monica asked, already seeing Joey head back to continue on his turkey.
Rachel looked up at Ross and shared a laugh. "That would be great," she said as she and Ross returned to their seats, holding hands through the rest of the night.
…
When they got back home a couple hours later, the first thing they both did was collapse on the couch, holding their stomachs from the amount of food they had eaten.
"Oh God, I'm so full. I feel like I'm going to explode," Rachel said, letting out a groan.
"I know how you feel," Ross said, rubbing his own stomach.
"This baby's going to be so fat when it comes out in a couple months," she joked.
He laughed, turning to look at her. He gently began stroking her small bump as he stared into her eyes. "Listen, I know we're past this, but I'm really sorry for starting that rumor back."
Rachel smiled, reaching forward and gently stroking his cheek. "Oh honey, you're so sweet. It's ok, I'm not mad anymore. Like you said, it was so long ago that it doesn't even matter what had happened. Plus, I was a bitch back then so I kind of deserved it."
"Well I'm still sorry," he said, giving her a soft smile. "And that leads me to the next thing I wanted to say, and that is I want to make it up to you."
"How?" she perked, now intrigued.
"Well…" he started, drawing small circles on her stomach. "I know you've been feeling really uncomfortable with the pregnancy lately and I overheard a little bit of your conversation with the girls earlier. So if it'll make you feel better, we can have sex tonight if you want."
Rachel's heart melted from how sweet he was being, but she knew this wasn't right. "No, honey, we don't have to do that. I know you're not ready yet and I want our first time to be special. Not just because you feel bad about something."
"But I do feel bad," he countered. "It's my job to make you feel as comfortable as possible and I feel like I haven't been able to do that because I've put limitations on our relationship."
"No, Ross listen to me," she demanded, not letting him continue. "The only reason we have limitations is because of me, so don't for one second blame yourself for that. You've been the perfect boyfriend and the most amazing future-father for our baby, and I love you so much for that. You don't need to prove anything to me by us having sex, because just being around you makes me feel comfortable and loved."
He smiled, slowly leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Are you sure? You certainly wanted to have sex before we left."
Rachel laughed and leaned her forehead on his. "Honey, I'm sure. Besides, we can always do other things together that'll satisfy me."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asked, clearly toying with her.
She hummed, nearing his mouth. "Mmm, well kissing me is a good start…"
"Then I will do that," he whispered against her lips before their mouths connected, looking to satisfy not just hers, but both their sexual needs.
…
Author's Note: Sorry, I just read it over and the ending is pretty much the same as last chapters'. I swear that it wasn't supposed to be like that so I'm just going to leave it.
I've decided that the plan moving forward is to finish up this story by Christmas, spend a couple days brainstorming and thinking of ideas, and come back strong in 2018 with a new story for all of you. Hope that sounds good with all of you.