"Marry me?" Ross asked earnestly. Rachel looked into his soulful eyes. If only he would have said this earlier, if only he would have said it while she was pregnant or better still three years earlier.

"You have this habit don't you? Of wanting to wait until it is too late." she said. "Ross, I can't."

Ross' face sunk. He took the ring box and slammed it shut. Rachel put her hand around his wrist and said. "I didn't say no. I just think it would be rushing things.." she whispered. "We need to talk about where we are going. We need to know that we will be there for each other before someone decides to start making decisions. May I remind that it isn't just us anymore. We have a daughter." she said. Ross looked over at Emma's smiling face. She was right.

"I will go back to New York. I will tell Louis Vuitton that I made a hasty decision. We will come back to Paris and then discuss this. Then you can give the museum a final decision."

Ross started to put the ring in his pocket. "Can I see that?" Rachel asked shyly. He handed it to her. She looked at it and placed it on her finger.

"Looks nice." he said. "It would have been the thing to complete your beauty." he said sadly. "It looks so natural on you.' "It does doesn't it." Rachel seemed to agree. "I want to keep it for now. I won't wear it yet, but it makes me feel good to know that it is there and that there is someone who is waiting for me. She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Merci, mi amore, " she smiled. Then she put it in her purse. "Well at least I can say we are a couple again."

Getting up the from the café, Ross put his arm around Rachel and pushed the stroller down the Parisian boulevard. Paris the city of love, was now their city. Strangers walked past as they saw the couple pushing along their child.

Walking in the apartment, Mimi curiously stood by the door. Ross gave Emma a kiss and handed her to the perplexed maid. "Mimi, no calls , we would not like to be disturbed. " he said as he lovingly looked into her eyes and they walked toward the bedroom. Mimi watched holding Emma as the door was shut.

Rachel lit the candles and then allowed him to sweep her off the carpeted floor. He took her in his arms as he did that night. His hands cradled her body and lifted her off the ground causing her to gasp. "Oh Ross." she sighed. He gently laid her on the bed and then maneuver his body over her tiny one. He brushed his hands slowly through her golden hair. Moaning his mouth moved onto her neck and into her ear. She brushed the hair away from her neck so he could entice her more. Closing her eyes, she could feel the hotness of his breath on her . She wrapped her hands around his thick neck and massaged her manicured nails through his thick , black hair. His breath became heavier and heavier. He moved his hands to tug at the sweater that was still on as he kissed her passionately. She wrapped her legs around him and then he pulled the nylons off , ripping them to the floor. Her blouse had come open , revealing the La Perla bra she wore.

He moved his hands up her well defined body. They caressed each sun kissed inch of her skin. His lips moved from the neck to her breasts, still encased in the silk prison. With every movement , he played her like a concert musician. It was not just sex, it was passion, it was as if every feeling, every moment, had come down to this. Slowly he took down the straps and kissed her skin and cradled her naked breasts.

Her small hands maneuvered over his taunt body. Every time, she touched it she found a new excitement. She dropped her head onto it and then closed her eyes. The pants were now on the floor and he laid on top of her in a pair of boxers. She felt it and it was there as big as life. The source of all their passion. Her legs wrapped around him and with all his might he forced himself into her. She remembered so many times how she described this, "the stuff." was one way she did and how she laughingly said if it isn't a headboard it isn't worth it when she banged her head against the wall that day at Monica's . It was powerful and she felt every muscle in her body at once at that point. Finally, he was done. Silence. Collapsing on each other, they fell asleep.

The sun streaked through the lace curtains. Rachel stretched and looked over at her sleeping lover. A smile crept across her face. It wasn't a dream, he was here. She examined every detail of him. Why was she leaving again? She asked herself as she saw the creases of his mouth move into a smile. He moaned and then slowly opened his eyes . Life had suddenly come into his brown eyes.

"Morning." he said slowly. Lifting himself from the pillow, he kissed her cheek. "Thank you." he said.

"For what?" she asked.

"For bringing a dead man back to life." he said. "Before last night, I was breathing but not alive. Your love brought me back."

"Aren't you being a little melodramatic Geller?" she laughed. Picking up the phone she called Mimi to bring breakfast in. "You better cover up Romeo, Mimi is bringing in breakfast." Rachel went to the closet and wrapped herself in a red silk kimono." Ross got out of bed and put on a pair of loungers and a t shirt.

Half shielding her eyes. Mimi brought the tray in. "Here is your breakfast. Mademoiselle and Doctor , she said. Emma is awake too." she smiled.

"It's alright Mimi, we're decent." smiled Rachel. "We would love Emma to join us." Mimi set down the tray and went to get Emma. She happily hopped up on the bed between her mother and father.

"Good morning , she brightly smiled." After breakfast, Ross got up and yawned. "I could get spoiled over here very fast."

"I know, but remember not too fast." Rachel reminded him. "I think I have gained ten pounds since I arrived. I am going to need to go on a diet when I go back to NY." he laughed.

"Speaking of that. We need to book our flight." she said. "I need to be in NY by Friday."

"Any decision yet?" he asked hopefully.

"Soon, very soon." Rachel got on the phone and made the reservations for three to fly out of Paris on Friday. She then called Monica and Chandler and gave them the opportunity to pick them up rather than a limo. Mimi packed the bags and then the limo driver took them to the airport.

Within an hour, they were in the air. Rachel laid her head on Ross' shoulder. He opened up his puzzle book and started to write.

"Five letter word for anxious." he started to smile and then write.

"What is that?" Rachel asked.

"A puzzle book and a pen." he answered simply.

"Give me that." she said as she took the pen away.

"Rachel, please I am not ten.' he whined.

"I do not want to wake up with marker on my face again., Doctor." she said plainly. Emma giggled. "Now give me that." said Rachel . He sighed and handed her the pen. "Please you can watch Emma while I take a nap." She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Soon they would be landing back home.