Rachel had been silent for almost 20 minutes; Ross had noticed she had hardly touched her meal. 'Rach…' He said quietly but enough to get her attention. She turned to face him,' Yeah?',
Ross saw that she was pale; She also was shivering as her hands were shaking from where they rested on her lap. 'Rach, You look terrible…what's up?' Ross asked her, Placing his hand on her. She shook her head, 'Oh…Its nothing' She lied. Ross knew something was wrong; She didn't normally act this way. He knew she wasn't happy about being with Emily but she didn't look unhappy, she looked ill.
Emma began to cry from her pram; Rachel attempted to get up to pick her up. 'No…I'll do it Rach' Ross insisted. He stood up half way through his meal to pick up his daughter. 'Come and sit with Daddy.' He said as he picked her up and sat back at the table.
Emily and her fiancé were busy talking amongst themselves, 'Do you want to go back to the hotel?' Ross asked Rachel. She nodded,' Yes….'.
Ross put down his knife and fork, 'Emily…I think we're going to head back to our hotel now…' He told her. 'Rachel isn't feeling too well….'.
Emily looked over at Rachel, 'You look terrible…I think its best if you do go…' She agreed. 'Do you need a lift to the hotel? Matthew hired a car for the holiday…we wouldn't mind if you wanted us to…'. Ross interrupted,' Thanks…but Its fine, it's not far anyway…' he said. He stood up now, 'Here…take this' He said handing Emily money for his and Rachel's dinner. 'Sorry about this…' he said.
Rachel stood up now, She felt as though she could possibly faint. Her head was swirling and her stomach was in knots, 'Ross…' She said, begging him to leave quickly. He put Emma back in her pram,' It was nice seeing you.' He said to both of them.
'Same here…Rachel, Remember what I told you earlier…' Emily reminded her. Rachel didn't need reminding, She knew that she was pregnant, It was exactly how she felt when she fell pregnant with Emma but slightly worse. She nodded, 'Yeah…I know' She told her before walking off. She felt terrible leaving so early but knew she couldn't stay a minute longer, Ross put his arm around her with his other hand on the pram. 'Lets get you home…' He said. Rachel nodded, even though she knew it would be a few days before they actually reached their real home.
Rachel lay on the sofa bed, her head resting on the cushion and her hand resting on her stomach. 'Ross…' she called out. Ross came quickly from the kitchen with Emma in his arms feeding her,' What's up sweetie?' he asked. 'Do you need something?' he asked her.
He could see she wasn't herself, in fact she was far from it and he couldn't help but wonder if something was seriously wrong, Rachel sat up slowly,' I think I need to be sick…' she told him. Ross put Emma into her playpen,' You go there sweetie.' he told her, he turned around to see that Rachel was already up and running straight into the bathroom. Following her, he began to think about what could possibly have caused this; he imagined it might have been something to do with the food over here that seemed possible. 'Rach…Sweetie, Are you ok?' he asked her, already knowing the answer,' Do you want me to come in?' he asked her, she had locked the door for privacy only because she probably preferred not to be sick in front of him. He heard her coughing and spluttering, 'I'll come outside now..' she told him. Ross went over to sit on the sofa, he had never seen her like this before since the time she threw up during her pregnancy with Emma, he had stupidly gave her a sandwich which she usually loved but because of being pregnant, he had forgotten that pregnancy changed a woman's appetite.
Ross looked over at Emma who was happily playing with her blocks, she had been such an angel over the vacation and Ross and Rachel counted themselves pretty lucky that she was such a well-behaved child. Ross's thoughts wandered back to Rachel's current state, he wouldn't know what to do if she suddenly collapsed, he didn't even have an ambulance number or a doctor's surgery number, how would he cope if she did get worse?
Rachel exited from the bathroom, her hands covering her mouth. Her stomach was feeling much better now but she felt suddenly exhausted, she knew for sure that she was pregnant; there was no other reason why she would be like this. Ross got up from the sofa and embraced her gently with one of those hugs, which made her forget about why she was hurting. 'I'm going to put you to bed now Rach and your going to stay there…' He told her, Rachel loved the way he was so caring towards her. 'Your right. I need to rest' she agreed, taking hold of his hand now as he led her into the bedroom. 'Oh wait…Emma.' she realised. Ross squeezed her hand, 'Hey…I'm here to look after her, and don't you worry…' he assured her.
Before she could argue. She was lying in bed, Ross kneeling beside her holding her hand. 'Will you stay here till I fall asleep?' she asked him, something that a child would normally ask. Ross smiled, 'Course princess…' he promised.
She closed her eyes, aware of Ross's eyes focusing on her but happy that she had him beside her. She counted herself lucky, if she was definitely pregnant she was sure that Ross would be there for her and they would be a family, three was soon becoming a four.