Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

A/N: I suck! I'm sorry! It's been awhile since my last update, I'm a horrible person! I've been incredibly busy as of late, what with school back in session and the sudden extra amount of work and projects I have to do. I'm going to New York next weekend, and then mid-terms are that week, which means I'm going to be spending much of my time studying. Basically, don't expect an update from me for another week or two. But keep checking, I might surprise you! (Oh, this also means it's going to be a bit longer until my next Friends fic comes out. But I've written a lot of it while I've had writer's block for other stuff, so it'll be quick updates when it finally comes out!)

You reviewers are wicked great. I'm so glad people are liking this story!

Takes place after the very end of "The One With The Baby Shower".

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Stupid Ross. Stupid game.

Who calls a game 'Bamboozled'? Sheesh. That's something I'm never gonna play again. Ross ruined it for me. He's probably out there trying to put baby stuff in places out of our way so we can actually walk through the apartment.

I haven't been to a baby shower in two years. And yesterday was mine. God, I felt like an idiot. I didn't even know what any of the stuff people gave me were. Thank goodness for Ross.

Hm, never thought I'd actually say that.

It was nice to see my mom. Even though my parents have been divorced for a few years, I still sometimes think that if I go home, I'll find both of them in the living room, my dad with a newspaper and a drink, and my mother with…well, a magazine and a drink. But I hadn't seen her for a few months.

That's something that I never want my daughter to have to endure. She should be able to see both Ross and I whenever she wants. Maybe she'll be able to see us together, all the time. I don't know. I feel like how I did all those months ago when I first found out I was pregnant: confused about my feelings for the father of my child.

He was so sweet yesterday when I was worried about taking care of a baby. I mean I was so scared I actually wanted my mother to live with us! That's something I'd never do normally.

Lately…I'm not sure. It may be hormones, or because the baby's due date is fast approaching, or because we're now living together and we're both unattached, but…I've felt things for Ross that I haven't felt in a long time. Sure, over the past eight months I've considered what getting back together with Ross would be like. But I've never had strong feelings like these about it.

I've gotten so used to seeing our shampoos next to each other in the shower, and my People magazine next to his National Geographic on the coffee table, and how, when I fall asleep in the living room because we're watching a boring documentary, he covers me up with the afghan his grandmother knitted because he knows I've always coveted it.

Living with a guy. Like I haven't done that before. But never with such a considerate guy as Ross.

Which makes me think of Joey, who wasn't a bad roommate, just a little…immature. But oh, Joey. I love him, I really do. But not in that way. It would've been the worst time to get involved with him anyway. And Ross…I don't know what I feel for Ross.

He must've dropped something on his foot, or stubbed his toe, because I can hear him swearing in the living room. It makes me smile a little. It assures me that he's here.

Sometimes I'm afraid he won't be.

At Jack and Judy's anniversary…it actually felt nice to be married to Ross, even if it was pretend. He and I both agreed that the whole act wasn't so bad. The money was a perk, too. And his proposal idea…I wasn't kidding, it really would've been hard to say 'no' to.

Part of me wishes he'd come in here, declare that he can't live without me, and kiss me so hard that my lips bruise. The other part of me, my conscious, is so afraid of anything between me and Ross that it prays he stays on the other side of that door, that we don't mess anything up between us right now because we might end up working out this time. Our child doesn't deserve that. We don't deserve that.

I, obviously, haven't gone out on a date since Kash (what a disaster). But he hasn't dated anyone since Mona. Does that mean anything?

She kicks. Once, twice. She's doing that a lot now. I wonder what she'll look like. I'm sure she'll be beautiful. She's got good genes on both sides.

My door opens. "Hey Rach, I think uh, this one is just for you."

I look up. Ross is holding the breast pump. I cover my laugh by clearing my throat. "Oh, thanks." I start getting up- a difficult task in this condition- but Ross waves his hands to make me stop.

"No, don't get up. Where do you want it?" He's looking at me with that sweet, concerned expression of his. The one he was wearing when he came to the hospital when I had those contractions. The one he wears when we go to the doctor's office. The one he wears every time I get sick.

I indicate my bureau. "There is fine, thanks."

"Alright." He sets down the pump, shoots me a smile, and then makes for the door. He halts in the doorway and turns to face me. "Hey, what do you want for dinner? I'm getting hungry."

I consider. "Well, definitely not-"

"Mexican, I know," Ross says firmly with a nod. "No Mexican, no Italian, no turkey," he lists. "How 'bout Chinese?"

I smile, loving how he knows exactly what I don't want today. "Sounds good."

He eases the door shut. I sigh, still not certain of my feelings towards him.

The baby draws my attention away from my musings as she kicks again, this time much harder than the last. I silently plead her to not hurt me when she's coming out, the birthing video I watched on Valentine's Day with Chandler and Monica still playing in my mind like a horrible, broken record.

Monica and Chandler. Now they're going to be amazing parents. Any kid of theirs is going to be the best behaved one ever, having Mon for a mother. I can tell when she's around me and we're talking about baby things that she's eager to have one of her own. I hope they do soon, then our kids could grow up together.

We still don't have a name.

I decide to get up and go into the kitchen for some water. Ross is getting out some dishes as I enter.

"It'll be here in a few minutes," he informs me.

I nod, and pass by him, sending him an appreciative smile. He pats my belly a little, and for a moment I can pretend that we're a married couple.

As we sit at the table, I ask, "Do you ever wonder what she'll look like?" Ross has never really mentioned it before.

He grins. "I'm sure she'll be perfect. I'll bet she's as beautiful as you. In fact, I hope she looks exactly like you," he declares, rubbing my hand, which he's got gripped in his.

I'm ready to cry at his wonderful comment. "Aw, you're so sweet." I wait a beat, then say, "I hope she looks exactly like me too."

Ross gives me a look. "Ha. Ha."

"No, seriously, I've always kind of hoped she has your eyes," I tell him, and it's the first time I've ever voiced the thought aloud.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

We smile at each other for so long I'm actually preparing myself for the blind-blowing kiss that seems to be coming.

It doesn't.

Instead the doorbell rings, he kisses my hand sweetly, stands, and leaves the kitchen to pay for the food.

I don't know why I bother even thinking like this anymore.

But then he enters the room again with a goofy smile, and starts telling me about his day, and he asks me about mine, and he looks at me just a certain way, and I sigh.

There's only one Ross Gellar, and he's sitting across the table from me in our apartment, and I'm pregnant with his child.

The possibilities suddenly seem endless.

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A/N II: Oh, and the seperation between my favorite celeb couple?! Horrifying!