Summary: My first R&R fanfic. Songfic for Sheryl Crow's song "Home." From Rachel's point of view. One-Shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Never, ever will.

I got out of bed, trying hard not to wake him. Tiptoeing to the kitchen to get me some coffee. Early start. Every morning just to avoid a fight. That's when they come. I just say that it's my grumpiness in the mornings, but we both know what the problem really is. Just to afraid to confess to them.

I woke up this morning

Now I understand

What it means to give your life to just one man

Afraid of feeling nothing

No bees or butterflies

My head is full of voices

And my house is full of lies

Later that day I go pick up my daughter Emma from school. We drive in silence for a few moments until she breaks it.

"Mom?" she asks me.

"Yeah." I say; keeping my eyes on the road.

"What's up between you and dad?" she says looking at me.

"What are you talking about?" I say knowing where this conversation is going.

"Mom, you know what I am talking about. You and dad fighting."

"Honey, that's what married people do sometimes."

"But you guys do fight all of the time. I mean I'm always over a friends house because I'm so tired of hearing the yelling," she practically yelled at me.

"Emma you're just thirteen. You have no clue." I said mad at her out burst.

"Thirteen is old enough for me to understand that you guys have problems."

Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Ross and I do have problems.

This is home, home

And this is home, home

This is home

Emma rushed into the house before I could even get to the doorstep. She rushed into her room visibly angry. I sighed. That's when I saw him sitting on the sofa.

"Rachel, we need to talk," he said.

I found you standing there

When I was seventeen

Now I'm thirty-two

And I can't remember what I've seen in you

I made a promise

Said it everyday

Now I'm reading romance novels

And dreaming of yesterday

"Ross, please?"

"No, Rach. We are going to talk. And this is not going to be another fight." He said calmly.

He didn't have to say it. I already knew.

This is home, home

And this is home, home

This is home

I like to see the Riviera

And slow dance underneath the stars

I'd like to watch the sun come up

In a strangers arms

This is home, home

"Ross you don't even have to say it. You want a divorce." I said on the verge of tears.

"Yes Rachel. I want a divorce. I mean all we do is fight. It's hurting Emma, too. She doesn't even speak to us."

"I know. I just feel the same about you, like I did in the past. Emma even said, to my face, that we have problems. We need to be apart." I said.

"So divorce." He said.

"Divorce"

I'm going crazy

A little everyday

And everything I wanted

Is now driving me away

I woke this morning

To the sound of breaking hearts

Mine is full of questions

And it's tearing yours apart...

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