A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I am so sorry for taking long to post this. It was not my intention... but I got so caught up with school and other fanfics. Anyway... after watching Friends recently, I wasn't that surprised to discover the sex of Ross and Rachel's baby was a girl... how psychic am I? LOL just joking... anyway... hope you enjoy and again, sorry for the delay. R&R please. Thank you!

THE DAY AFTER...

Meghan Josephine Geller needed to see him. She needed to see the man that has been there for her and her mother since day one. Needed to see the man that loved her as much as she loved him.

After last night, she needed to see him now more than ever. To thank him. To let him know how much she loved him despite everything else. To let him know that no other person can replace him in her heart no one not even

"Daddy"


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He had gotten up early—despite Rachel's protest—to cook his girls breakfast. Usually it was Rachel who would be up at the crack of dawn to cook—which was quite a surprise on everyone who has ever known her—but he wanted to. Ever since the birth of Meghan, by some miracle Rachel turned out to be quite a good cook.

As he opened the fridge door, he was surprised to feel a pair of tiny arms wrap around his waist.

"Daddy"

He glanced down and behind him to see a pair of beautifully haunting eyes staring up at him. Looking up at him with such love and adoration that caused his heart to weaken upon sight.

"Hey, baby," He hugged her back and kissed her gently on the head.

Meghan indicated that she wanted him to knee down to her eye level, so he did just that.

"I have something to tell you, daddy"

"What is it, sweetheart?" He brushed her dark hair out of her eyes.

With that, she enveloped him in a huge hug and whispered, "I love you."

His heart nearly exploded with happiness at her simple and loving gesture. He hugged her back with such fierceness and gentleness that only a man who loved his child so much could give.

"I love you too, baby. You don't know how much"

She pulled back and met eyes with him. "I know. I know." She said simply with such innocence and wisdom that it startled him.

Meghan hugged him again. He returned the hug and forced himself not to cry in front of her. Besides her mother, Meghan was another person that could make him cry.

He pulled back, kissed her on the forehead, and smiled at her. "Okay. You go in the living room and watch TV, alright? I have to finish making us breakfast."

"Are you going to make pancakes?" She asked, smiling brilliantly at him with wide eyes.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Sure. Anything you want, princess."

Meghan giggled, then turned to rush to the living room.

As he watched her leave, he was unaware of another presence entering the kitchen. At least not until he felt her eyes on him.

"Hey" He acknowledged her softly.

"Hey" She answered back, just as gently.

He indicated towards the living room where Meghan was at. "Y'know that daughter of ours pretty smart for a five year old"

Rachel slowly made her way towards her husband, nodding. "Uh huh"

"I think she got that from her father" He softly added, casting his eyes down.

Rachel gave him a teasing smile, "Or from me"

He looked up and returned the smile. "From you, eh?" He reached out for her and she fell into his arms. Kissing her gently on the forehead, "Yeah maybe you're right her mother is pretty smart too." He lightly kissed her lips, "And extremely beautiful"

Rachel sighed as she hugged him fiercely with as much love and devotion that she never knew she had. "I love you I thank God everyday for bringing you into my life into our lives"

"I love you too, Rach. Even more than when we first met."

They just held each other, never letting the other go. This moment in time was extremely precious for one never knows what tomorrow might bring. Tomorrow might not even come which made them all the more willing to savor every moment spent together. They learned that lesson the hard way so many years ago

Meghan Josephine Geller quietly snuck up behind her parents. A smile was on her face as she regarded them. She stood there, just watching her mom and dad blissfully holding each other.

A minute later, Meghan made her way to her brother's nursery. She stepped onto the small step ladder and peeked over to get a view of her baby brother. Carefully, she reached in and delicately patted his soft sleeping head.

"Hey, Adam." She whispered. "It's me, Meg. I just came in to say Hi' and maybe tell you a story. But it looks like you're still sleeping."

Young Adam stirred, causing Meghan to freeze for fear of waking him up and getting trouble by her mom and dad for waking Adam. The little boy with hair as black as his father yawned, stretching his little hands out. Meghan watched with quiet wonder as Adam opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Don't cry, Adam. Please don't." Meg pleaded.

Much to her relief and joy, he didn't. Instead, he smiled and cooed at his big sister.

Meg laughed softly, then reached down to have him grasp onto her finger. "Okay I guess I can tell you a story now, huh?"

Adam just smiled at Meg, not understanding a word she was saying but non the less enjoying the softness in her voice.

Meg reached over for a picture frame by the baby's crib. It was a picture of six adults. Six people that Meg knew as family. Holding it out for Adam to see, "See these people, Adam? There's our mommy and our daddy. And then there's auntie Monica and auntie Phoebe. And that's uncle Chandler. He's silly."

Meg then paused, her eyes sad upon the man standing next to her mommy. She turned to Adam, "You're lucky, Adam. My real daddy died that's him" Smiling sadly at Adam, "I have two daddies but I miss my him y'know mommy and daddy took his name and gave it to you. The same thing with me too."

"Meg?"

Meg turned around and smiled. Turning back to her brother, "Hey Adam, look who's here."

"Meg, did you wake your brother up?" Rachel asked, entering the room.

"Uh-uh I didn't, mommy. Honest!" Meg replied, then giggled as her father picked her up in his arms, tickling her.

Rachel laughed, then turned to her son. Picking him up, "Oh how's my little Adam, huh?"

Adam cooed softly in his mother's arms, while his sister laughed loudly in their father's arms. Young Adam was content in this place of love and warmth. All he knew was that he was safe in his mother's arms and his sister was happy in their father's arms. He didn't know of the tragedy that had fallen on his family years before his birth. Nor did he know that Meg wasn't really his sister. That his father, Joseph Tribbiani, wasn't really Meg's birth father. That her real father, Ross, died in a terrible car accident years before all Adam Ross Tribbiani knew was that his family was happy. And that's all that mattered.