hey guys. sorry it took so long for this chapter. i've been hella busy with
skool and stuff but i'm off for thanksgiving, and i should update more.
thanks for all the sweet reviews. =) love, *rachelle*
~chapter 2: Why?~
Standing over Emma's crib watching her sleep, Ross took a deep breath and smiled. He loved that little girl. She was beautiful. Sleeping soundly for once, she was breathing evenly, and taking short breaths. The baby mobile was playing soft music, and although Ross could barely hear it, he knew that sound. It reminded him of his past, when Ben was a baby; someone else he rarely sees.
It was odd to him. Whenever he found out he was going to have another baby with Rachel, the woman he's always loved, he was happy. Even if it was an accident, he still couldn't wait. Though sometimes it didn't show--he wanted that baby so bad.
He didn't want to be with her--although, in a way he did. His emotions seemed hidden underneath the fake front he put on for everyone else. He was going to tell her his feelings one day...he just didn't know when. The moments always felt wrong, and sometimes he wished things were like they were back in highschool. When he longed for Rachel--When the lust he felt for her was just some little crush.
Emma awoke with a slight whine, and Ross picked her up so gently, scooping her up with her little innocent body in the crease of his arm. "It's ok, baby." he cooed her, not over a whisper. He kissed her on the forehead, lightly. "Shhhh" He rocked her back and forth, easily. "You look just like your mother, ya know that?" He smiled at her. "Beautiful."
He wished Rachel would trust him; let him see his girl that he loved more than life itself. Maybe someday-- she would.
*****
Rachel continued driving, the clock reaching a little past eleven. Oh God...Why the hell am I thinking this? She kept thinking.
The thoughts raced through her mind like a bad dream. It would be for him, when she let it out. Damn. Why me? God, why me? She kept feeling sick, wishing that it could be something else. Anything else. She loved him in a friendship sort of way, but nothing more. She still didn't want to hurt him.
And it would.
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sorry so short!! longer one soon.
~chapter 2: Why?~
Standing over Emma's crib watching her sleep, Ross took a deep breath and smiled. He loved that little girl. She was beautiful. Sleeping soundly for once, she was breathing evenly, and taking short breaths. The baby mobile was playing soft music, and although Ross could barely hear it, he knew that sound. It reminded him of his past, when Ben was a baby; someone else he rarely sees.
It was odd to him. Whenever he found out he was going to have another baby with Rachel, the woman he's always loved, he was happy. Even if it was an accident, he still couldn't wait. Though sometimes it didn't show--he wanted that baby so bad.
He didn't want to be with her--although, in a way he did. His emotions seemed hidden underneath the fake front he put on for everyone else. He was going to tell her his feelings one day...he just didn't know when. The moments always felt wrong, and sometimes he wished things were like they were back in highschool. When he longed for Rachel--When the lust he felt for her was just some little crush.
Emma awoke with a slight whine, and Ross picked her up so gently, scooping her up with her little innocent body in the crease of his arm. "It's ok, baby." he cooed her, not over a whisper. He kissed her on the forehead, lightly. "Shhhh" He rocked her back and forth, easily. "You look just like your mother, ya know that?" He smiled at her. "Beautiful."
He wished Rachel would trust him; let him see his girl that he loved more than life itself. Maybe someday-- she would.
*****
Rachel continued driving, the clock reaching a little past eleven. Oh God...Why the hell am I thinking this? She kept thinking.
The thoughts raced through her mind like a bad dream. It would be for him, when she let it out. Damn. Why me? God, why me? She kept feeling sick, wishing that it could be something else. Anything else. She loved him in a friendship sort of way, but nothing more. She still didn't want to hurt him.
And it would.
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sorry so short!! longer one soon.