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"
~~~~**~~~~
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.
