Thanks again for all the reviews. This is the second to last chapter of the story, I hope you continue to enjoy it as much as I am enjoying writing it!

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Snow is falling

25th December. Christmas day.

It was the first christmas that got snow for years, and Rachel felt quite blessed to be standing at the apartment window to see the city covered in snow, with the christmas tree beside her, 'I told you it would snow Emma...' She said to her daughter who was resting on her mothers chest, 'Emma play in snow!' The little girl cried, 'Mr Snowman!'.

Rachel laughed. 'You would freeze out there sweetie, we'll stay inside where its warm and we can open more presents from Santa!'. Rachel said to her daughter, she didnt really fancy going out in the snow, but her daughter looked disapointed. 'But mom, Emma want to play in snow with daddy..'.

Ross walked into the room, 'Does Emma want to go outside in the snow?'.

'Dont encourage her..' Rachel joked.

Ross took Emma from Rachel's arms, 'Daddy come in snow with me!' Emma shouted excitedly almost deafening Ross. 'Ok sweetie, we'll go outside in the snow...only if Mommy comes too...'. He hinted at Rachel, 'Cmon Rach, its christmas day...'.

'Oh alright, but if I fall over in that snow...your dead Ross'. She warned him.

'Right Emma, I'll wrap you all up nice and warm and me you and Mommy will go outside, ok?'. Ross told his daughter.

He put her on the floor where she toddled off by the sofa, 'I'll get her gloves and hat...'. Rachel said, heading to the bedroom.

It didnt feel real somehow as he watched his daughter play with the snow, whilst the love of his life was cuddling upto him as they watched their little bundle of love in Emma, 'Merry Christmas Rach...' He whispered into her ear.

She looked up at him and smiled, 'The same to you baby...'. They kissed for just a moment before looking back at Emma who had fell over again in the snow, but she didnt seem to mind.

'Do you wanna make a snowman Emma?' Rachel suggested to her daughter, kneeling down to her height.

Ross remained standing, but he continued to watch Emma laugh in the snow. 'Here...' He said, getting hold of a ball of snow for the snowmans head. 'Its a bit lumpy..' He laughed.

Once they had built their snowman, Ross and Rachel decided it was time to take their daughter back home. 'Say goodbye to Mr Frosty Emma...' Rachel said to her daughter, grabbing hold of her tiny hand. 'Thats original...' Ross joked.

'What else do we call him?' Rachel asked him, expecting a better answer.

'I dont know. But frosty is just too original...'.

'You know who he looks like?'. Rachel realised.

'Who?'.

'Joey's cuddly toy...Hugsy'. She told him. 'Do you remember Hugsy Emma?'.

Ross laughed. 'Everybody remembers Hugsy...as we all remember Joey too'. He said, feeling a little saddened at the realisation of their 4 best friends not being there this year.

Emma giggled. 'Hugsy! Hugsy!'.

Rachel squeezed her daughter's hand, 'Hugsy it is' She confirmed, before walking slowly away from the snowman, back to their apartment.

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The roads were empty for once as they drove to Long Island, it was still quite early but Rachel was worried they would make it to her fathers late. 'Are you sure you took the right route?'. She asked him, looking at the map.

'Its where you live Rach, you would know if I'd taken the wrong direction right?'.

She shrugged. 'I might have lived here Ross but I've never actually drove here myself or took much attention when somebody else was driving so for all I know you could be driving to Las Vegas' She laughed.

Ross shook his head. 'Trust me. I know where we're going...I'm used to driving this way anyway cos of my parents, but I have to say...'

'What?'. Rachel worried.

'I dont recognise this road...'.

'Let's hope we're on the right track Ross cos I told my father we would be there by midday'. She told him. 'And I'm starving...I skipped breakfast because we were too busy making snowmen' She laughed.

'Theres some sandwiches in the back you know...I made them quickly before we left because I had a feeling one of us would get hungry'.

'Oh arent you sweet?'. She said, rubbing his shoulder. 'Emma's fallen asleep...'. She noticed as she looked into the mirror.

'It's all the excitement and sugar..'. Ross pointed out.

Rachel nodded. 'It's the first christmas where she's had teeth so I'm pretty sure our baby is going to be biting into anything today..'.

'Uh'.

Rachel nodded. 'Oh I notice this crossroad!' She announced. 'I'm absolutely sure now that we should be there in 15 minutes, you take a...right' she told him, checking on the map.

Ross took the next turn and Rachel put her hand comfortably on his knee, one of their favourite christmas songs was on the radio. 'And the bell's were ringing out for Christmas day!' They chorused.

'Ah! Look at my llittle grand daughter growing up so quickly...' Leonard Greene said, 'Come in Pumpkin..' He said to Rachel, he took the carseat out of Ross's hands, 'Ah..Gellar'.

Ross shyly smiled. 'Dr Greene. How are you?'.

'I'm very well thank you'.

Rachel watched her father speak with Ross, and for a moment she worried he would begin picking at him but she was pleasantly surprised. '..It's...its good to see you Ross. Come in...'. Dr Greene said, patting him on the back before letting him inside.

Ross was shellshocked, he was atleast expecting a hair joke or something, but nothing. 'Thank you Dr Greene. I'll take Emma from you and I'll bring her into the kitchen...'. Ross told him.

'Daddy, we're sorry we're a little late but we had a bit of trouble on the roads'. Rachel explained.

'Oh, your here now Rachel. and thats all that matters to me sweetheart. So, tell me...is my baby happy?'. He asked her, sitting her down on the sofa.

She wasnt expecting such a question so soon, but it was her father afterall and he was probably wondering why she and Ross were back together again, but she had no worries as she was confident in what she would tell him. 'Daddy, I'm very happy...'. She told him honestly, 'This might actually be the happiest I've ever been...'.

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