Rachel, Monica and Phoebe were enjoying lunch at their favourite restaurant, 'Hey do you remember that time when Monica brought us for dinner to talk about who was going to be maid of honour…?' Phoebe asked as they enjoyed their lunch.

'I sure do…' Rachel replied, biting into her bread roll and dipping it in her chicken soup.

'It was seriously hard for me to choose either one of you guys, so I had no choice apart from making you choose yourselves..' Monica said, 'Besides, It worked out fairly anyway…'

Phoebe nodded. 'What if I don't get married?'

'What makes you think that huh? I know your not with anybody at the moment but guys fall to your feet phoebe..' Rachel told her, 'You'll get over Mike soon you know…'.

Monica nodded along. 'You split up with Mike for a good reason Pheebs, he didn't want the same as you did..'

'I know…' Phoebe cut in, 'But lets face it, Mike was the closest ever to the real thing. I mightn't find it ever again' she sighed.

Neither Monica nor Rachel said anything, they didn't want to rub in their steady relationship in her face and they also didn't want to promise her she would get married, because even they didn't know that.

'Look at me Pheebs… I'm in a relationship which has been on and off more than a light bulb!' Rachel joked, 'I have a child, I live with Ross but we still haven't got married yet, its something that is good for some people but some people like me and Ross are happy at the moment with the way things are.'

'I guess you're right…so, when are you guys going to get married?' Phoebe asked her friend, eagerly waiting for an answer. Monica waited for an answer also, for the tiniest hope that her brother and best friend were finally going to wed.

'How did I know that question was going to come up?' Rachel asked, 'But you know what…we're thinking…and things are definitely moving forward, we spoke about it earlier and we both want it sooner or later…' she told them.

Phoebe practically choked on her breadstick, 'your thinking about marriage finally?' She asked, 'Bravo!' She shouted.

'I know you guys have told me for years, but now I finally understand what you told me, what took me so long?' she asked them, searching for an answer.

'That's like asking why does the sun shine?' Phoebe joked, 'We have no idea Rach but we couldn't be happier…'

'We really couldn't Rach.' Monica told her, 'Oh! Can I help you with the wedding? Flowers, catering…you got it!' Monica screeched.

'Listen, I might have said that we were thinking about it, but that doesn't mean we have a date…when we're engaged, it might be a year or so till we actually get married…'

The girls sighed.

'We will get married guys, just not immediately' Rachel told them.

Phoebe and Monica raised their glasses, 'Here's to Ross and Rachel…' They clinked their glasses, 'And here's to years of happiness..' Phoebe concluded.

After a few sips of wine, Rachel looked across the room to see a familiar face, it was Phoebes Mike.

'Mike.' Rachel whispered.

'What?' Phoebe asked, 'Mike what?'

'There's Mike.' Rachel informed her, but before Phoebe could look, Mike was stood by their table.

After an afternoon of watching Die hard over at Joey's and a few beers, Ross headed back to his apartment in hope that Rachel would already be home. 'We'll get you home Emma Wemma, you want to see mummy?' he said to his daughter as he pushed her in the pushchair, she was busy playing with her rattle. 'Mummy!' Emma squealed with excitement. Ross smiled with adoration.

He opened his apartment door, thrown his keys on the table and made his way through to the sitting place, 'Rach?' He shouted, thinking she might have been in the bathroom or having a lie down. 'Are you here Rach?' he asked again, looking now in the kitchen only to find a half full glass of juice, she must be home.

He lifted Emma from her pushchair and placed her into her playpen, 'You play there a minute sweetie…' he told her, 'I'll be one second…'. Emma didn't seem to mind, she was still busy playing with her rattle and biting on the leg of her cuddly toy, she was at that teething age.

He walked into his and Rachel's bedroom to find Rachel peacefully sleeping, her body curled up in a ball and her hand resting on her stomach which was now a small bulge, he tiptoed over to her and sat down next to her, watching her as she slept. He heard her breathing in and out, in and out, her eyes flickering now and again. He gently put his hand on the visible bulge, she was 2 months pregnant now meaning they had 6 more months left of just being parents to one child, soon they would have a new addition to their family.

She moved slightly as he rubbed her hand, 'Its ok sweetie…' Ross told her, 'Stay asleep…'. He stroked her forehead and brushed her hair back, feeling the smooth texture of her hair. 'Your so beautiful…' he whispered into her ear.

Rachel opened her eyes, 'Your looking at me again huh?' she asked him.

'Sorry sweetie.'

'Don't be, its sweet…' she smiled, 'Have you only just got home?' she asked.

'Yes, Emma is in the next room, we just spent the day at Joeys, oh and we visited Carol and Susan's earlier too, went to give Ben his birthday presents from us.' he told her.

'I can't believe he's 8 years old already…'

'I know, just shows how fast time goes Rach, that's why I want to capture every moment with you now, and soon Emma will be grown up and we will have this little one to care for too…'

'Should we find out the sex this time?' she asked him.

'Well, seeing as we weren't really supposed to know Emma's sex, I think maybe we should wait for when it's born…'

'I think so too, you're the one who ruined the surprise last time, remember?' she said, tilting her head to the side and cocking up her eyebrow.

'And I think you will remember why you found out, because of your little 'momentary lapse' ' he said, using air quotes.

'Yeah ok…but this time we will definitely wait till it's born yeah?' she asked him.

'Definitely'.

They both shared a kiss, he bit the bottom of her lip gently as she slipped in her tongue, she moaned quietly. 'Oh Ross.'

He slid his hand underneath her top, feeling around for her bra, 'You make me fucking crazy you know that…' he told her, 'I have no self control when your with me…' he told her.

She felt his heart beating faster underneath his shirt which she had now managed to open, she knew about his feelings and she knew her feelings were the same, everything about him made her urge for more, his kisses made her crazy. 'Sweetie.'

'Yeah.' Ross answered, kissing her neck passionately with his hand still underneath her top, caressing her breasts, each moment making her wanting more and more until they would probably end up fucking right there without any cares.

'We shouldn't.'

'What?' he asked her.

'Do this with Emma in the next room.' she told him, fighting back the urges in her body.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, 'Oh baby, your right, I forgot…' he said, staring into her eyes.

She smiled, 'Tonight.'

'Yeah?'

'More than anything else …' she told him.

He loved her teasing ways; with one sentence she could flaw him completely. 'Your lucky I hadn't reached…'

She looked down at his trousers; his crotch was obviously as excited as he was, 'I think you just about escaped it huh?' she laughed.

He nodded, 'doesn't take long when I'm with you, few seconds at the least.' he smirked.

'Control yourself.' she ordered him, patting him gently on the side of his face, 'keep it down till later…'she told him.

The two of them were interrupted by Emma's cries from the next room, 'She's probably wondering where we are sweetie…' Rachel realised, 'I'll go and sort her out, how about we have a nice dinner tonight to make up for the other night?' she suggested.

'Sounds good.' Ross nodded.

'Well go on then…get cooking' she ordered him before trailing off into the next room.

He sure saw that one coming.