Hey! Well, this is my first 'Friends' fic, so I hope I don't screw it up!
haha I have a tendency to start a fic, and then quit near the end. So,
gimme lotza reviews! It motivates me! Lol. Kinda R/R, kinda R/J. Mostly
just Rachel though. It's rated PG-13 for some language and later on in the
story rating will be changed to R some sexual content, and alcohol use.
Pretty short first chapter, but the rest will be longer. So here it goes.
Hope y'all like. =)
Disclaimer- I do not own any character from Friends, or have any contact with anyone of them. I just own this story.
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~chapter 1~
Driving down the narrow country road, Rachel finds herself pondering thoughts she wouldn't ever think she'd be thinking about. If someone had told her this would be her life ten years ago, she'd think they were ridiculous. Turning up the radio, drowning out her cluttered mind, she relaxed. For the first time, the first time since Emma was born, she relaxed. The baby. Oh hell, what are you thinking Rachel? Leaving her with Ross! Ross!? The three-timed married, three-timed divorced, first wife's a lesbian, palentoligist Ross? Shit. Rachel dug her cellphone out from her purse, and dialed the apartment number. Ross answered after a ring. "Yeah?"
"Hell, Ross what kind of answer is that?" Ross sighed, knowing why Rachel had called. Never trusting him with Emma. It was the first time she'd been out for longer than a minute since Emma was born, and he knew she'd be freaking. "She's fine, Rach." Ross could tell she was tense, and tried his best to put her mind at ease. "Am I that irrisponsible?" Rachel ignored his question, and grilled him once again. "What's she doing now?" She asked freakishly. "Sleeping. Rach, It's late for her." "Sleeping. Soundly or what? IS she tossing and turning, whining, jumping-" Ross cut her off. "Oh yeah, she's actually in her crib, jumping double dutch with the jump rope, oh-I think she's got a hula hoop in there too, go Emma go!" Ross rolled his eyes, his voice filled with sarcasm, but in the back of his mind wishing that Rachel would trust him one day. "Is she really Ross?" Rachel said her voice serious. Ross laughed, sighing. "What do you think? Rachel, take your time, we're okay. Please trust me, she's my daughter too. Just please." Rachel sighed, smiling. "Okay, honey. Alright, I trust you." "Bye sweetie." Rachel took a deep breath as she turned the steep turn that lay in front of her. The thoughts returned. One day she knew she'd have to tell these thoughts to someone, but they've been bottled up inside her for so long, she didn't know what to do. Who could she tell? It affected most everybody, and she was awkwardly confused.
Chapter 2 up soon!
Disclaimer- I do not own any character from Friends, or have any contact with anyone of them. I just own this story.
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~chapter 1~
Driving down the narrow country road, Rachel finds herself pondering thoughts she wouldn't ever think she'd be thinking about. If someone had told her this would be her life ten years ago, she'd think they were ridiculous. Turning up the radio, drowning out her cluttered mind, she relaxed. For the first time, the first time since Emma was born, she relaxed. The baby. Oh hell, what are you thinking Rachel? Leaving her with Ross! Ross!? The three-timed married, three-timed divorced, first wife's a lesbian, palentoligist Ross? Shit. Rachel dug her cellphone out from her purse, and dialed the apartment number. Ross answered after a ring. "Yeah?"
"Hell, Ross what kind of answer is that?" Ross sighed, knowing why Rachel had called. Never trusting him with Emma. It was the first time she'd been out for longer than a minute since Emma was born, and he knew she'd be freaking. "She's fine, Rach." Ross could tell she was tense, and tried his best to put her mind at ease. "Am I that irrisponsible?" Rachel ignored his question, and grilled him once again. "What's she doing now?" She asked freakishly. "Sleeping. Rach, It's late for her." "Sleeping. Soundly or what? IS she tossing and turning, whining, jumping-" Ross cut her off. "Oh yeah, she's actually in her crib, jumping double dutch with the jump rope, oh-I think she's got a hula hoop in there too, go Emma go!" Ross rolled his eyes, his voice filled with sarcasm, but in the back of his mind wishing that Rachel would trust him one day. "Is she really Ross?" Rachel said her voice serious. Ross laughed, sighing. "What do you think? Rachel, take your time, we're okay. Please trust me, she's my daughter too. Just please." Rachel sighed, smiling. "Okay, honey. Alright, I trust you." "Bye sweetie." Rachel took a deep breath as she turned the steep turn that lay in front of her. The thoughts returned. One day she knew she'd have to tell these thoughts to someone, but they've been bottled up inside her for so long, she didn't know what to do. Who could she tell? It affected most everybody, and she was awkwardly confused.
Chapter 2 up soon!