TOW the trip to Florida
{Hey! This is my first fan-fic so sorry if you don't like it. I think it is good. Please review to tell me what you think!}
[Ch 1 - Packing]
Mommy, Daddy, where are you going?" A little girl with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes poked her head through the door as both Ross and Rachel were shoving clothes into their suitcases.
"Emmy?" Ross asked, wondering who was at their doorway at 5:30 AM. Emma opened the door all the way.
"Hey, what are you doing up so early?" Rachel smiled, scooping her up into her arms. The small child stared at her, waiting for a reply. "Well, Emma, Daddy and I are going to Florida. Remember, sweetie?"
"Can I come too?" Emma asked, her eyes lighting up with the idea of going on a trip.
"No, honey. You're going to stay here with Aunt Monica and Uncle Chandler." Ross said to his four-year-old daughter.
"Yay!" Emma squealed with delight. She loved spending time with her Aunt and Uncle.
"Shh, sweetheart, Dylan's still asleep." Rachel said to her.
"Ooopsie-Daisy. He's a silly-willy, huh?" she said with a smile and a quiet giggle.
"Yep. Now, you need to get back into bed, missy. Let's go." She took Emma's hand and they marched quietly down the hall and back into Emma's room. Rachel tucked her in and said good-night.
Rachel went back down the hall and back into her own room. She grabbed a few more shirts and jeans and things and tossed them into her suitcase.
"Ross, do you really think it's okay?" she asked her husband as she continued packing.
"Do I think what is okay?" he asked.
"You know. Well, leaving them here. I mean, I'm worried." she told her husband and the father of her two children, Dylan aged 1 and Emma aged 4.
"Don't be. I mean, come on, it's Chandler and Mon. Not a big deal, okay? It's not like leaving them with Joey." he joked as they both laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." Rachel said, closing and zipping up the lid of her suitcase. "Well, I think I'm done here," his wife said with a heavy sigh. She brushed her bangs out of her face and said, "I think I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Can you get the kids up in a while and cook them breakfast?"
"Sure, hon." he kissed her on her forehead and left her to take a shower. He walked down the hall and awoke Dylan. Ross held him tightly in his arms and took him back down the hall and stopped at Emma's bedroom door to check on her. Lying on the lower part of a bunk bed was Emma, curled up in the sea of blankets that covered her small body, holding a doll closely to her. Cradled in Ross's arms, Dylan wiggled and moved while cooing ever so softly, letting his father know he was hungry. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, he closed Emma's door about half way and continued downstairs into the kitchen to get food ready for his son.
Soon enough, Emma walked sleepily down the stairs.
"Daddy? I'm hungry!" she squealed impatiently.
"Hold on, Emmy. I'm feeding Dylan right now, okay?" he said to his daughter.
"Daddy! But I'm hungry!"
"Just a minute, Em." Ross said.
"Ugh!" she grunted, letting Ross know she was annoyed. "Daddy, I wanna have something to eat!"
"Well, you're just going to have to wait!" Ross scolded her for the third time, this time with frustration in his tone.
After what seemed like an eternity to the child, Ross set down the bottle and placed the tiny sleeping baby in the playpen. "Now can I get some breakfast?" Emma asked once again impatiently. Ross couldn't help but chuckle at her temper.
Once Emma and Dylan were both fed, bathed, and dressed, Ross and Rachel packed the kids into their red mini-van along with their bags and suitcases. Rachel put Dylan in his carseat and strapped him in. With Emma in her own seat, strapped in securely by the seat belt, Rachel climbed in the passenger side and off they went.
"Hey!" Chandler greeted them when he opened the door.
"Uncle Chandler!" Emma screamed with delight. "Aunt Monica!"
"Hey, Emma." Monica said. "Hi, Dylan" she cooed as she scooped him out of his carseat and into her arms.
"Oh, Mon?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah?" she replied, only half listening. "Oh, that's a cute dollie you have there, Em. What's her name?"
"Mon, I made you a little diaper bag, full of some things you might need, but, uh, anyway, here is the key to our apartment, you know, just in case. Oh, oh, and here's a list of numbers.." she said. She noticed that Monica wasn't listening. "Chandler, here." She handed him the key and the list of phone numbers. "It has our hotel number, the cell phone, the family doctor, things like that," she told him.
Ross handed Chandler a folded-up contraption and added, "Here, this is the play-pen, okay? Dylan is in here non-stop, so just give him a toy and let him play."
"Righty-O, partner," Chandler said as Ross gave him an odd look.
"Well, Rach," Ross said. "I think we'd better go, we don't wanna miss our flight. Bye, you guys! Thanks again!"
They all exchanged hugs and kisses and off they went.
[Review please! Tell me if you like it! Comments and Suggestions are always welcome! Ch. 2 will be up soon!]
{Hey! This is my first fan-fic so sorry if you don't like it. I think it is good. Please review to tell me what you think!}
[Ch 1 - Packing]
Mommy, Daddy, where are you going?" A little girl with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes poked her head through the door as both Ross and Rachel were shoving clothes into their suitcases.
"Emmy?" Ross asked, wondering who was at their doorway at 5:30 AM. Emma opened the door all the way.
"Hey, what are you doing up so early?" Rachel smiled, scooping her up into her arms. The small child stared at her, waiting for a reply. "Well, Emma, Daddy and I are going to Florida. Remember, sweetie?"
"Can I come too?" Emma asked, her eyes lighting up with the idea of going on a trip.
"No, honey. You're going to stay here with Aunt Monica and Uncle Chandler." Ross said to his four-year-old daughter.
"Yay!" Emma squealed with delight. She loved spending time with her Aunt and Uncle.
"Shh, sweetheart, Dylan's still asleep." Rachel said to her.
"Ooopsie-Daisy. He's a silly-willy, huh?" she said with a smile and a quiet giggle.
"Yep. Now, you need to get back into bed, missy. Let's go." She took Emma's hand and they marched quietly down the hall and back into Emma's room. Rachel tucked her in and said good-night.
Rachel went back down the hall and back into her own room. She grabbed a few more shirts and jeans and things and tossed them into her suitcase.
"Ross, do you really think it's okay?" she asked her husband as she continued packing.
"Do I think what is okay?" he asked.
"You know. Well, leaving them here. I mean, I'm worried." she told her husband and the father of her two children, Dylan aged 1 and Emma aged 4.
"Don't be. I mean, come on, it's Chandler and Mon. Not a big deal, okay? It's not like leaving them with Joey." he joked as they both laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." Rachel said, closing and zipping up the lid of her suitcase. "Well, I think I'm done here," his wife said with a heavy sigh. She brushed her bangs out of her face and said, "I think I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Can you get the kids up in a while and cook them breakfast?"
"Sure, hon." he kissed her on her forehead and left her to take a shower. He walked down the hall and awoke Dylan. Ross held him tightly in his arms and took him back down the hall and stopped at Emma's bedroom door to check on her. Lying on the lower part of a bunk bed was Emma, curled up in the sea of blankets that covered her small body, holding a doll closely to her. Cradled in Ross's arms, Dylan wiggled and moved while cooing ever so softly, letting his father know he was hungry. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, he closed Emma's door about half way and continued downstairs into the kitchen to get food ready for his son.
Soon enough, Emma walked sleepily down the stairs.
"Daddy? I'm hungry!" she squealed impatiently.
"Hold on, Emmy. I'm feeding Dylan right now, okay?" he said to his daughter.
"Daddy! But I'm hungry!"
"Just a minute, Em." Ross said.
"Ugh!" she grunted, letting Ross know she was annoyed. "Daddy, I wanna have something to eat!"
"Well, you're just going to have to wait!" Ross scolded her for the third time, this time with frustration in his tone.
After what seemed like an eternity to the child, Ross set down the bottle and placed the tiny sleeping baby in the playpen. "Now can I get some breakfast?" Emma asked once again impatiently. Ross couldn't help but chuckle at her temper.
Once Emma and Dylan were both fed, bathed, and dressed, Ross and Rachel packed the kids into their red mini-van along with their bags and suitcases. Rachel put Dylan in his carseat and strapped him in. With Emma in her own seat, strapped in securely by the seat belt, Rachel climbed in the passenger side and off they went.
"Hey!" Chandler greeted them when he opened the door.
"Uncle Chandler!" Emma screamed with delight. "Aunt Monica!"
"Hey, Emma." Monica said. "Hi, Dylan" she cooed as she scooped him out of his carseat and into her arms.
"Oh, Mon?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah?" she replied, only half listening. "Oh, that's a cute dollie you have there, Em. What's her name?"
"Mon, I made you a little diaper bag, full of some things you might need, but, uh, anyway, here is the key to our apartment, you know, just in case. Oh, oh, and here's a list of numbers.." she said. She noticed that Monica wasn't listening. "Chandler, here." She handed him the key and the list of phone numbers. "It has our hotel number, the cell phone, the family doctor, things like that," she told him.
Ross handed Chandler a folded-up contraption and added, "Here, this is the play-pen, okay? Dylan is in here non-stop, so just give him a toy and let him play."
"Righty-O, partner," Chandler said as Ross gave him an odd look.
"Well, Rach," Ross said. "I think we'd better go, we don't wanna miss our flight. Bye, you guys! Thanks again!"
They all exchanged hugs and kisses and off they went.
[Review please! Tell me if you like it! Comments and Suggestions are always welcome! Ch. 2 will be up soon!]
