It's Ross and Rachel's first Christmas together since she got off the plane, what will the holiday bring? . Each chapter is named after a Christmas song, I thought it would be nice to bring some festive songs into the story!

These characters do not belong to me.

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Fairytale of New York Prologue

New York. December 2005.

The roads were covered in ice, causing Ross' car to skid across the main road as he struggled to get home. It was only a week till Christmas day and he and Rachel still had to finish off the Christmas presents, they hadn't got all of Emma's yet and Ross still had one special present for Rachel which had been specially made for her, a bracelet with a heart with both their names on it, engraved into it.

He knew she would love it, this Christmas he was aiming to buy her something that she wouldn't take back for store credit for once.

He stopped at the traffic lights, tapping at the wheel impatiently, his hands were freezing cold even though the car heating was on. He was early getting out of work anyway so he thought he would stop off to get a coffee at Central Perk. Somewhere neither he or Rachel had been in months, it was somewhere they couldn't quite go inside on their own now as it didn't feel right without the other guys. But he figured a quick pop in for a coffee wouldn't hurt.

It was only him and Rachel living there now, even Phoebe and Mike had moved to the other side of the city as they prepared to become parents in the new year, and Joey had not long gone to Los Angeles to make it as a star. He hadn't seen Monica or Chandler for weeks either, it was disappointing but the Christmas holidays was the perfect opportunity to reunite, he thought.

'Emma sweetie, I know your teething sweetie but you'll hurt your baby teeth by biting on the chair' Rachel told her daughter before picking her up, 'Your getting all your little teeth now, isn't that great Emma? And who's coming to town next week huh?'. Rachel encouraged her daughter, 'Is it Santa Claus?'.

Emma began to giggle and wave her arms. 'Santa! Santa' She began to shout. She never stopped talking these days, but Ross and Rachel thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

'Dada?'. Emma asked Rachel, pointing at the door.

'Daddy should be home before we know it sweetheart, but why don't we get into our PJ's and watch the cartoons?' Rachel suggested to her daughter who seemed to approve of the idea. 'But Daddy…'. She said again, 'Daddy home soon?'.

Rachel smiled, She adored how much Emma loved her father, 'You do love your daddy don't you baby? I don't blame you…cos I do too' She whispered in her daughter's ear before letting Emma back on the floor, 'C'mon then…Run!' Rachel told her daughter who certainly knew what that meant, as she began to ran frantically on her tiny legs, with her arms waving about. ' I run faster!' Emma shouted to Rachel who was on purpose running slowly, just to let her little girl win.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

He blew the bubbles of soap into the air as his daughter watched with fascination, 'You'll never get tired of watching this will you sweetie?' He laughed, rocking her back and forth in the water, he scrubbed her little feet with the sponge as she hit the warm water with her hands.

As Ross tried to wash her face, she threw her head back. 'No water! Sore eyes!' She shouted, shutting her eyes shut.

'Sweetie, I wouldn't get the water in your eyes…I promise'. He told her, pulling her back as she opened her eyes again. 'Me not like water in eyes…'.

Ross sighed, 'It's only water. It cant hurt you sweetheart, But if you don't like it then we can do it another way…how about you do it yourself?'. He suggested. Something he knew always worked with other children he had looked after.

Emma took the soaking wet sponge from her fathers hands and squeezed it so the water squirted at her body, he let her play with it herself so she would become familiar, 'You stay there sweetie and I'll get you a towel.'.

Rachel was sat in their bedroom, folding clothes as she sang along to the radio playing in her ears. She wasn't aware of Ross's presence as he sneaked behind her, he looked at her as she sang to herself. He began to laugh.

'Ross!' She shouted, as she noticed him behind her. 'Don't sneak up on me like that!' She told him, holding her chest. 'I had no idea you were there baby…' She said.

He wrapped his arms around her. 'I'm sorry sweetie. I just couldn't interrupt your singing' He joked, 'Anyway, Emma is asleep now…so we have the night to ourselves'. He said suggestively.

'Well…' She ran her finger down his chest, tickling his chest hair. 'Why don't you open up a bottle of wine…and we can enjoy our time together' She told him, kissing his neck.

'Oh before I forget. I wanted to make sure you were ok with Ben coming to stay for the day on Friday…' Ross told her. 'Carol and Susan said I could have him for a bit of the holidays….I thought maybe we could do something with both him and Emma',

Rachel smiled. 'Why would I mind? I adore Ben, and it's nice for Emma to bond with her brother anyway isn't it?'.

Ross nodded. 'Yeah, it's nice that Emma has Ben as her kind of older brother…and Ben wont have anymore brothers or sisters so it's nice they have each other'. At this, he left the room, leaving Rachel who got the idea he was broody for more children with her.

She would be lying if she hadn't thought about it herself.

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