A/N & Disclaimer: Alright... this is my second Friends fanfiction. As some of those that remember me, I wrote a little Joey/Rachel fanfic called "TOW the Dawson's Creek and S Club 7 debate". I hoped that it did not truly offend those Ross/Rachel shippers. Now, I do not own any of the Friends characters. This is, however, a Ross/Rachel/Joey fanfic. This is a fun one at that b/c I'm gonna make you guys guess by not naming who ends up with Rachel and her little one! Now, you must R&R and in your review, you must make a guess! If I get at least... say, I'm gonna reach for this but... twenty reviews/guesses... I'll reveal all!
MISSING HIM
A Ross/Rachel/Joey fanfic
He was tucking the little girl in with such adoration and care
that no one could ever doubt his love for her. As soon as she was
as snug as a bug he reached over for her favorite book and
sat himself next to her in her bed. He opened her book and was
about to continue where they left of when
"I miss him"
He gazed down lovingly at the precious angel before him. He was a
bit startled by her delicate voice, yet remained calmly by her
side. He stroked her soft cheek and brushed her soft dark hair
aside. "I know you do, sweetheart"
"Why did he leave?"
Her eyes, gazing up at him with concern and love, tugged at his
heart strings. For a five year old, she was wise and beautiful
beyond her years.
"He he just had to, darling."
"I miss him"
He sighed as she moved closer to him, snuggling up and grasping
him into a sweet hug. "I know you do, little one"
"Mommy misses him too." She gazed up at him with eyes
so pure and innocent.
With his free hand, he covered her a bit more with her blanket.
With his other hand, he placed the book on his lap. Nodding
softly, "Yes she does, baby."
"Mommy loves him a *whole* lot, doesn't she?"
Meeting eyes with the little angel, "Yes she does"
His voice cracked a bit and his own eyes tore up. It was funny,
but even though he knew that she was in love with him dearly, her
love for his friend was just as strong and just as precious
and that fact never stopped killing him inside.
"I hear mommy cry every night is it because she misses
him?"
He closed the book, deciding that maybe tonight, Harry Potter
would take a day off. He ran a hand through his dark hair and
sighed. Every night since, well, since that night he would
always spend it holding and cradling his love in his arms.
Holding her as she would often cry herself to sleep over *him*.
He loved just holding her, even though on some nights she would
be unaware of being in his arms. He was always aware though.
Always
"Yes, sweetheart" He answered, his voice yet
again cracking.
"Mommy loves both of you the same, doesn't she?"
A soft chuckle crawled up from his chest into his throat. This
little girl she was extremely wise beyond her years! He
planted a kiss on her head, "In a way sort of
she loves the both of us, but not completely in the same way"
He never expected her to love him back the only love he was
more focus on was that of the unborn child that was growing
within her. The little being that was once in her beautiful body
and was know gazing up at him. This angel's love was the
only love that he was praying for, even though he knew that he
would have it all along. There was no question that this little
girl would love him from the very beginning. From the start, they
had this bond that surpassed that of a father and his daughter
it was stronger than that. It was only natural.
"Mommy loves you both and I love you both"
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "And I love you
too, sweetheart."
"I know you do." She beamed up at him, her eyes, so
much like her mother's, twinkled.
He laughed and hugged her tighter.
Suddenly, her eyes softened, almost pensive. "I wonder if he
knows too"
"He knows, baby." He whispered, his heart breaking by
the sound of the sadness in her voice. "He knows with every
being in his heart and soul that you that you and your
mother love him."
The little girl that meant the world to him tucked herself in his
lap. She sighed and rubbed her tiny tears away. He knew that she
was trying her best to be a big girl and not cry over their lost
"It's okay to cry you can cry, darling it's
okay" He soothed her, rubbing her arm.
With his assurance, she wrapped her small arms around his waist
and held him with such fierceness. Her fragile body shook as she
began to sob over the lost of the man that was so much a part of
her so much a part of her mother
And he held her. He held this little girl, who looked so much
like her mother, who was older beyond her five years, who's
heart was just recently broken by tragedy. He just held her with
all the love and strength that was meant only for her.
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Her heart had stopped the moment she heard her
little girl say "I miss him." Her tears had begun to
fall the moment she heard the words "I miss him." She
had only realize just how much his death had truly affected her
little girl the moment she uttered "I miss him."
Rachel Green had meant to just stop by and give her daughter a
kiss good night and a promise of sweet and happy dreams but
it looks as if that promise might not come true.
She had cracked the door open, peeked in and remained standing in
her place with the door partially open. She knew that he and
their little angel always had their bedtime reading ritual. Often
times she would just stand at the doorway and listen. It soothed
her soul to know that he was in their lives. Then again, he was
there from the very beginning and had promised to be there
from the start.
Her heart suddenly lurched, "Then again," She thought
to herself, "*He* had also promised to be there as well"
At the thought of her lost love, her eyes began to well up again.
Oh how much she missed him. He was her best friend. He was her
love. He was "Oh my God, Rach don't do this
to yourself again!" She sighed sadly to herself.
She gazed back upon the man who also held her heart. It took a
long time for them to finally admit to their feelings. He had
been there from the beginning, as he promised. He was obviously
in love with both Green women, each differently. How could he not
be? Little Meghan Josephine Geller was a part of him He was
a part of all of them
She thanked the heavens for his love. At times, she wondered if
she deserved it. He had someone more deserving an angel
with blonde locks that adored him like the sun so why her?
Was not it obvious from the beginning that it would be her? At
times she would question if he would be with her if it were not
for little Meg
This man, who held her at nights with no questions asked, as she
cried in his arms over another man this man meant so much
and she prayed that he knew that. That she was aware of how much
he loved her. That she was aware of his arms as he held her
tight.
Suddenly, she heard the sobs of her little girl. Startled, and
reacting immediately, she opened the door and entered the room.
"Meggie?"
"Mommy!" Her little girl reached out for her mother,
tears streaking down her face.
"Oh honey it's okay" Rachel held her
daughter tight, rocking her gently.
She glanced at him, noticing that he had moved away to give her
some space. "No, please stay"
"She needs you"
"And you." Rachel reached out to him, grabbing his
hand. Softly, her eyes pleading, "We both need you"
His eyes shined brightly, full of love and devotion. He nodded
and sat himself down so that little Meg was in between the two
adults that loved her the most. He wrapped his arms around the
two most important women in his life with such strength and
gentleness.
He rocked both of them while they began to cry together. It tore
him up to see them cry, but he knew that they had to. And in a
way he wanted them to. He wanted them to cry because their
tears were worth it for they were crying over someone who
deserved their tears
He held them and his eyes had slowly found their way to a
picture. To a picture of the man that both his little one and his
love adored with all their hearts. To the one man that he would
always have to compete with, yet in a way he truly did not have
to. A picture of the man that was his best friend. His best
friend and a brother to him.
He closed his eyes and prayed to his best friend "I
miss you too"
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A/N: Okay... start guessing! I have given little hints here and there... but are they really hints? "... angel with blonde locks..." Could I be talking about Phoebe or that woman that Ross is currently seeing? How about when he ran his hand through his "dark hair"? Wait a minute... does not Ross *and* Joey both have dark hair?
I'll give a major hint... most might believe me to be a Joey/Rach shipper (which I am), but as a writer, I do not have to be!
EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
