Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

A/N: Re-posting...again. I totally forgot that you couldn't post script form anymore, so now I'm re-writing this one into paragraph form, which means it's going to take awhile, though I already have the dialogue, so it's easier.

So, as it was before, lots o' fluff. If you read this before it got deleted, then you're going to find the same stuff as in the script form, except now you'll probably get more emotion and stuff. It's still mainly Ross and Rachel. This story also ties in with my other Friends fic, "TOW The Birthday Video", so you'll see some forshadow-ish things.

Yeah, I've babbled long enough.

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Two weeks after the series finale...

Joey shifted the heavy bag on his shoulder and looked at his five best friends, plus an added husband and three children. Rachel was holding Emma and standing beside Ross, both still showing obvious signs of the fact that they had just gotten back together. Monica was watching him while Chandler leaned on Jack and Erica's stroller, looking at his son and daughter with something that resembled amazement; and Mike had an arm slung over Phoebe's shoulder. "You guys really didn't have to come," Joey said, trying to hide how glad he was that they did come to send him off.

"We just wanted one more goodbye, sweetie," Rachel said, getting teary.

Chandler cut in at that moment. "Do you know how many 'one more goodbyes' I've observed this past week?"

Monica swatted him, then walked over to Joey and hugged him tightly. "Don't forget us when you're rich and famous in L.A."

Joey hugged her back, just as tightly. "Of course not."

Phoebe then stepped away from Mike, and took her turn to embrace her departing friend. "Remember to dedicate your first Oscar to me," she said, followed by a handshake from Mike accompanied by a, "Good luck."

Joey grinned slightly at the couple. Before he could even turn away, though, Rachel had launched herself on to him, grabbing him around the middle and holding on for dear life. "You've been so good to me, and Emma, these past few years. What am I going to do without you?" she said, extremely emotional.

Trying to smile, but failing miserably, Joey wrapped his arms around Rachel. "I'll keep in touch. And Ross is here to watch out for you two." This statement seemed to help her.

Ross finally pried Rachel off Joey and took his turn to say goodbye to his friend. "Thanks for everything, man. Take care of yourself." Now even he was getting choked up.

"I will," Joey replied, giving Ross an extra squeeze before extracting himself from the hug.

Chandler casually straightened himself from his leaning position, and walked over to his best friend. He and Joey stared at each other for a moment, before Chandler clapped a hand on his shoulder and said, "I really think this is it."

Joey looked at him, confused. "This is what?"

Chandler grinned broadly. "Your big break."

At those words, Joey could only smile. He grabbed Chandler in a bear-hug, neither letting go for quite some time. Monica sighed loudly, "Should we leave you two alone?"

Becoming a bit bashful, Joey and Chandler let go of each other. Joey turned and kissed a squirming Emma's forehead, then moved on and pat each twin on the head, before finally turning and giving his ticket to the waiting person behind the counter. He began boarding the plane as Rachel called out, "Call us when you get there!"

Giving a final wave, Joey said, "Alright. Bye, everyone," before he was gone.

The gang stayed there, staring at the spot their friend was just standing at. Chandler placed an arm around Monica's waist as Rachel leaned into Ross and Phoebe and Mike clasped hands.

Finally, Chandler broke the silence that had descended upon them with, "Well, at least this trip to the airport ended with good results." He looked pointedly at Ross and Rachel.

Ross pulled Rachel closer to him. "Definitely. He's going to do so well there."

"I already miss him," Monica admitted, watching the twins sleep.

Phoebe looked back to where Joey had disappeared. "It's gonna be weird not having Joey around to make everything sound dirty," she said with the hint of a smile.

Another long pause hit them as they all reminisced. Mike prodded Phoebe after a moment, looking apologetic. "Sorry to ruin the moment, but we gotta get going if we wanna catch our reservation."

Rachel perked up, smiling at the two. "Oh, are you guys going out?" she questioned.

"We're going to a spa," Phoebe answered.

Monica looked perplexed at this. "But Pheebs... you're a masseuse. And I thought you didn't like chains?"

Phoebe nodded slightly and waved it off. "Yeah, yeah. I'm over that. Plus, I thought it'd be nice to be on the receiving side of the hands for once. Mike isn't too good at it."

Mike shrugged slightly, and the two made their exit as Jack started fussing. Chandler stooped down to look at the two. "We better get these two home, Mon."

Monica nodded and turned to Ross and Rachel. She hugged each of them in turn, before asking, "So you're sure you don't need any help moving stuff in?"

Rachel shook her head in the affirmative. "No, the things I had sent from Paris won't be back for a few more days, and then most of it is going to storage. Not everything can fit in Ross's apartment."

"Then we'll see you Tuesday for dinner?" Monica looked hopeful.

Ross smiled. "Of course. Now get your children home, mom." He emphasized the last word with a nod towards her family.

After flashing identical smiles, Chandler and Monica walked off, blending into the crowd that had accumulated during the long good-bye. Rachel and Ross watched until they were out of site, before Rachel shifted Emma in her arms and looked to Ross.

"So... everyone's gone," she stated.

Ross nodded. "Yup," was all he replied.

Once again emotional, Rachel took his hand. "Everything's changed now, huh?"

"Yeah, it is. But I think it's for the best." The two stood there for another moment, before Ross continued, "Let's go home."

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Rachel left the kitchen through the swinging door that she had come to get so used to. Holding her daughter's hand, she guided the small girl into the living room, letting her plop down onto the floor and begin playing with some toys. Sitting on the couch, she took the moment of distraction to observe Emma.

At the moment, the child was throwing around stuffed animals of all kinds. Rachel noted that she really did look like a small version of herself, as everyone always said. Yet, she was proud to state that Emma had her father's wonderful smile. It still amazed her that something so beautiful had been created by she and Ross. Their daughter was something that they would always share, no matter what happened.

Ross entered the apartment at that moment. "Hey sweetie," he said as he set down his briefcase and kissed Rachel, like this type of greeting had been happening every day between them for much longer than two and a half weeks.

Rachel smiled at him. "How was work?"

"Fine," Ross stated, hinting that he had more to say. Rachel nodded, knowing that he wasn't done. "I gave a student a 'D' on his paper and he told me I sucked. That kind of hurt."

"Right," she chuckled.

Ross sat down on the floor beside Emma. Rachel was once again hit with how great a father he was. "How was your day?" he asked.

Sighing, Rachel watched them play. "Emma certainly made it an interesting day when she hid in the closet and I couldn't find her." Ross looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, long story," she said, "And I? Did... absolutely nothing."

"You don't sound too happy about that," he pointed out.

"I know, it's just... I'm not used to not having a job, you know? I feel like I've traveled back ten years to when I didn't work and had other people do things for me."

"Then maybe you should get another one," Ross said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Rachel contemplated for a moment. "Get another job?" she said aloud.

Ross nodded and stood up while saying, "Yeah. Maybe-maybe you can call Ralph Lauren?"

Scoffing, she shook her head. "And beg for my job back?" After thinking it over again, though, she realized that he may be on to something. "I guess, maybe I will. But I think for at least a few more weeks I'd like to hang out with Emma. You know, do the whole stay-at-home mom thing."

"Honey, whatever you decide to do is fine with me," Ross said while taking her hand.

"Aw, you're so great. And thanks for letting Emma and I come back here."

Sitting beside Rachel, Ross waved off her comment. "Rach, you know you've always been welcome here." Now getting more serious, he plunged on, "And I was thinking that now... you could stay permanently." Worried, he continued before she could say anything. "Unless you wanna take things slow, which is perfectly fine with me. If you don't want to live here, then you don't have to. We can still get Joey's apartment back-"

"No, Ross, I want to stay here with you. This is it, remember? I'm stayin'," Rachel replied firmly. Softening, she went on, "And Emma's been moved around so much, I think it'd be best if we just stayed in one place. And what better place then with both her parents?"

Ross smiled shyly, and leaned in close to her. Rachel caught her breath for a moment, still trying to get used to these moments that they share, that's so foreign, and yet so familiar.

"I love you," Ross whispered before kissing her.

"I love you, too," Rachel assured, knowing in her heart that she had never been more honest.

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