Rachel nervously held her briefcase in her hands. She looked down at the diamond ring that hung around her neck. So many things were going through her mind right now. The cab pulled up and Rachel strolled across the lobby of Louis Vuitton. Her shoes clicked as she walked on the tile floor. She took a deep breath and pushed the elevator door.

Arriving at the executive offices, she teetered on her heels and walked in the door. "Good Rachel, right on time." The head of European Distribution said. She was an older woman who had a pulled together look , topped off with a Hermes scarf around her neck. Her name was Charlotte.

"I love that scarf." Exclaimed Rachel.

"Got it the last time I was in Paris." Charlotte said innocently. "So Rachel did you have a nice flight?"

"Yes I did and I didn't have to fly alone. I had company. My daughter and her father." Rachel said , hoping she didn't divulge too much information.

"Good, so now what is this I received a few days ago? It says that you are requesting a transfer back to New York." Charlotte asked "Any particular reason?"

"I just miss New York that's all. I also want my daughter to be near her father." Rachel said.

"But when you took the job, we said that we would make accommodations for the father of your daughter to visit and time for you to visit as well." Charlotte was puzzled. She picked up the file and put it on her desk . "Rachel, we are very pleased with the work you are doing in Paris and we are even offering you a promotion and a raise. I am afraid at this time , we can't grant the transfer. Whoever told you otherwise , was wrong."

"Thank you Charlotte, I guess I will get my ticket to go home then." Rachel said sadly as she turned away. "Rachel spend a few days in New York , let Emma spend some time with her daddy, we will call you when we want you back in Paris." Charlotte came over and hugged her. "We all must make sacrifices." She smiled. Rachel closed her eyes as a teardrop fell from her eyes.

So she was going to have to remain in Paris. Rachel walked outside and dialed Monica on her cell phone. When she finished her meeting, Monica wanted to spend some time with her best friend. They met at a quaint little restaurant that Monica loved and wanted to share.

"So now what am I supposed to do?" cried Rachel. "I have to go back to Paris." Monica had listened intently as Rachel told of how Ross gave her an engagement ring and how it now hung around her neck.

"He went to the Natural History museum and they have offered him the position of Head of Paleontology. I mean he is willing to loose his tenure as a professor to be with me." Rachel said troubled.

"Rachel, listen to me . I want you to forget that I am Ross' sister and listen to me as your dearest friend. That man has loved you and it hurt him very deeply when you got on that plane that night. He spent months in mourning and then he went on a date with Mona. He tried to get on with his life, but he was so in love with you , he got on a flight to Paris. Now I want you to think of Emma, she has been taken away from her family and friends to a foreign country. She has one parent, but the other lives on the other side of the world." Monica said softly.

"Are you saying that her getting sick was my fault?" yelled Rachel.

"I never said that, but I am sure that she would have not been so scared if she would have been here. " Monica said. "Rachel, also don't forget how hard this has been on Ross . This has been the second child he doesn't get to see all the time."

Rachel closed her eyes and lowered her head. Ross didn't deserve to have another child kept from him. The one thing that united them was Emma. Even if she was the result of a one night stand and a fault condom , there was still love there. Love that never died.

Tears came to her voice as it shook. "I want to do it , Monica I want to be able to trust him. I am so scared that everything will come together and then it will fall apart. I remember what it was like when my parents broke up . I don't want Emma to go through that." She cried.

Monica came over and put her arm around Rachel 's shoulder . "No man has ever loved you as much as my brother. He would give you the world and give up everything for you. I know you guys have had your fights through the years, but you guys were always there for each other. "

"I need some time to think" Rachel said as she got up from the table . She walked over to the waterfront and got onto a ferry. Maybe a cruise around the harbor would clear her mind. The wind blew her hair as she looked into the blinding sunlight. Prada sunglasses covered eyes that were deep in thought. This wasn't going to be an easy decision.

"It's always been you Rach." The words echoed in her head as she went back to the time he first said it. A million years ago, two break ups, two weddings, a baby, and now Paris. He may have had his little idiosyncracies, but he was very loving and the best lover she had ever had. But somehow when they had sex, it wasn't sex, it was lovemaking . It was expressing their love for each other by using their bodies.

She looked out as the boat circled Manhattan. The sun was beginning to go down and the lights of the city were coming up. She had missed New York, but she had also outgrown it. Paris was her home now, her life was there. But there was something missing , or maybe it was someone?

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"She said she needed time to think. What is there to think about? I love her, Chandler." Said Ross sadly. Chandler had come over to give

his brother in law moral support. Ross was watching Emma while Rachel was at her meeting.

"I have a feeling about this. Rachel will make the right decision ." Chandler said as he put his hand on Ross' shoulder.

She fingered the chain around her neck. Then she took the ring out and looked at it. Was she ready to make this decision? The boat started back toward the dock and she almost jumped from the ferry when it hit the dock.

Rachel stared in the window of the store. She went in and made her purchase and had it wrapped. As she walked down the street, she hugged her package tightly. She held up a hand and hailed a cab.

"Grove Street, " she said as the cab pulled away.

Rachel had made her decision.