Epilogue

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday… Weeks went by. Eventually they turned into months, into years… though Ross and Rachel remained in a standstill of time.

The love they had for each just kept growing and their experiences taught them much more. Love wasn't the only thing they needed to make things work- but also their friendship with one another, which included trust, honesty, selflessness, patience, and so much more.

After Rachel's graduation, she landed a job in Ralph Lauren as an assistant buyer. It was a great start for her since she didn't expect her application to be accepted.

Ross, on the other hand, got a job at the museum. But his charming looks made him the official public speaker of New York's Museum of Natural History.

They both shared an apartment in the city, not far from their friends. And even though life was hard, having one another made it seem easier.


"Sweetie, what are you doing?" Ross asked as he spotted Rachel inside the bathroom, "why are you taking so long?" He kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed, turning the TV on while he waited for Rachel to come out.

It was a Saturday night. Surprisingly, they decided to stay home… unlike most of the Saturday nights when they would go out with their friends, either to bars or to each other's apartments, basically to hang out.

"Rach?" She didn't answer.

"Rachel?" he called again. Still no answer…

"Honey, are you okay?" he sat up; peeping through the tiny crack left by the door and saw her standing by the sink. "Rachel?"

She finally came out, shocked and speechless.

"Honey, is there something wrong?" replying with a tone of concern.

She cleared her throat and held up the a stick in her hand. "Ross… I'm pregnant!"

"What?" he jumped up.

She nodded, covering her mouth. "It's positive, sweetie."

He smiled, grinning from ear to ear and rushed next to her, checking out the pregnancy test she held. He ecstatically shook it, making sure it was real and positive.

"Honey, that's filled with my pee," although she was amused, she still had to remind him.

"Oh yeah," he dropped it. "Wait- so we…" Ross cleared his throat, "we… are we? Are we having a baby?" He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.

Rachel nodded, "Are you excited?" she asked.

Still smiling widely, Ross knelt down and stroked Rachel's stomach, "More than anything!" He kissed her non-existent bump and whispered, "Good job, good job!"

She laughed, watching his entertaining gesture, "Honey, stop it!"

"I'm just congratulating my fast swimmers in there!" he explained. Before standing up, Ross placed his ear upon her tummy while Rachel laughed even more.

"Geller, you gotta be kidding me. Stand up!"

He did, embracing her again.

"So we're having a baby?" he giddily repeated.

"Mmm-hmmm," she agreed, resting her head on his chest.

He kissed her head and smelled her hair, "Is that what I get for giving you a ring?"

Rachel looked at her hand and admired the diamond-studded engagement ring Ross gave her months before, "Well, it wasn't cheap. A pregnancy test actually costs $13.99 you know, and I had to buy two!"

"Ha-ha," he mocked her.

He kissed her forehead, "You're beautiful."

"I know," she smirked at him, "because you make me beautiful."

Rachel closed her eyes as Ross' lips approached hers.

Stopping just right before he could kiss her, Ross pulled apart, "Wait, Saturday Night Live's on." Leaving Rachel extremely annoyed, he went back to the bed and watched TV. It was another tease, as usual…

Rachel rolled her eyes, and sat next to him, "You know once I get really big, we won't be able to have sex anymore… and a few months after I give birth too."

She got his attention.

Rachel continued, "And since you're doing this to me now, then I suppose we won't be having sex for a long time!"

Ross pouted and looked at her. She pretended to concentrate on the TV program he was tuned to.

"Rach-"

Rachel shushed him with her hand, "Too late Ross! Hey is that Jimmy Fallon?"

Ross watched her focus on the television. "Aw come on!" he exasperatedly uttered, remembering how serious Rachel could get with her jokes.

Not so long ago, she stuck by her word of not engaging in anything physical with him for almost a week because they fought. Now he feared for the worst.

"Rachel?"

She ignored him.

"Sweetie?"

Nothing.

"Rach!"

Rachel wanted to laugh… She tried her best not to look away… Ross was watching her every move. She was afraid to see his pleading look because she knew she'd give in.

Desperate and frustrated, Ross turned off the television.

Still no reaction from Rachel.

He sat across her and decided to include some physical convincing. He kissed her hand, her arm, her shoulder, her neck… he nibbled the lobe of her ear, whispering sweet words to her.

Her breathing was becoming irregular, and Ross could feel it… 'A little more,' he told to himself.

Rachel could only close her eyes, fighting the temptation that was eating her alive. The only solution she thought of was to start an irrational fight, but she lost all her energy to do so.

"Honey," he whispered placing knees on each of her side, "I'm sorry…Please?" he pleaded, giving her the puppy look that she eventually laid her eyes on.

'Sometimes they don't work… but most of the time, they do!' she reminded herself. "If our baby gets that look of yours, I swear I will-"

"You'll what?"

"I will never forgive you," she chuckled.

She leaned in to kiss him, sending tingles down her spine.

They laid back on the bed. Ross bolted up removing his shirt, and immediately pulled the string of Rachel's robe. She was in his favorite black silk lingerie.

He grinned.

But before he could lie back on top of her, Rachel commented, "I find it odd that guys get turned on with sleeping clothes."

"I don't think I can answer that, honey… they turn me on cause you're wearing them!" he laughed.

"Oh please Ross, I saw you checking out my Victoria's Secret catalogue," she retorted.

His laughing stopped.

Rachel evilly smiled, "I'm kidding."

He continued kissing her once more. His hands went under her top and guided their way to her underwear, playing with it before he slid it off. "Honey, you don't really mean that when you said you and I can't have sex once you're big? I mean-"

She grinned; he was like a baby, pleading, "I don't know… but will you still love me even if I get all fat and bloated?" she asked, all worried.

"Rachel, you can be as big as an elephant and I still won't stop."

"You're just saying that!"

"And you're just saying that too cause you're pregnant."

That left her in thought…

"Rachel!" Ross whined, breaking her trail of thought.

She simply smiled, running her fingers through his lips.

He kissed them…. then her mouth… and draped the comforter above to cover them both.

END



I finally completed this fic! I miss writing it, it was soo... fun! Like always:) Hehehe! Hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for your motivating Reviews; you all are too kind!