Wow sixty reviews…. I am still trying for the record of 168….and to everyone who is reading this story and reviewing it thank you. Anyway , next chapter…

Now back in New York, Ross was now living in the apartment with Rachel and Monica. It was to be a temporary arrangement since Rachel just got hired by Bloomingdales, she didn't want to lose her job and also her friends and family were all there as well. Ross , as well as Monica, knew he should be near Rachel, so instead of the offer to live with the guys, he would stay with Rachel and Monica.

Donald still had no place for him, so he now was working two jobs , he was a waiter as he had done in grad school and he worked as a guide in the museum. It wasn't his usual position, but he would at least be near his precious dinosaurs. His main goal was to find him and Rachel a new apartment.

"I'm home." He said as he ran to the bedroom taking off his blue blazer uniform as he rummaged through his ties to find one for his second job. Rachel sat on the couch as he breezed through. She had been engrossed in one of her soap operas. "Hey don't I get a kiss.?' She called as he rushed by. Knotting the tie, he rushed back out and then leaned over to kiss her.

"Mon?" he asked as he looked around. "Work." She answered as Monica was now working at Allesandro's after a review she had written. He stood for a moment to look at the beautiful woman who was laying on the couch. He wished he could stay there all night and look at her, but unfortunately, he had a second job to go to. "Anything you want darling?" he asked . "Yeah, bring me some spare ribs again, if you can." Ross had to smile at Rachel's craving. He wanted so bad to be married to her, but he was not in the best financial situation right now. Why didn't he stay in Boston? He would still be working as a professor, and living in his apartment. The main reason was right in front of him.

"Be up when I get home." He whispered as he leaned in for another kiss. "I'll try .' she said with her small voice. He grabbed his jacket and then was out of the door. Pulling his collar around his neck , he ran for the subway as the wind blew through the streets of Manhattan. Seeing the train leaving, with all his strength he ran and caught it as it was just about to leave it's stop. Naturally he was out of breath. A rather attractive looking lady seemed to look his way. A short skirt revealed her long legs as she pulled a magazine from her bag. He was trying not to stare, but after all he was a man.

The woman could tell that he was interested. She smiled at him and then began to read. He then pulled out the Times and then he smiled at her. Luckily this woman was getting off at the next stop. She looked at him with her deadly eyes and painted lashes. He had chosen to ignore her.

Il Trigodore was a popular Manhattan restaurant. It had the best Italian food in New York plus it catered to an upscale clientele. Celebrities and society came to it , plus the crème de la crème of New York. Monica was so jealous that Ross was a waiter in a restaurant of it s reputation. She had gotten a new job, but considered Il Trigodore like a comedian playing the Palace. Ross had a friend who got him in , knowing that he had been a waiter before and also knowing that he had to have a job immediately. The tips were good and he knew that soon he would have a job back in paleontology, he hoped.

Throwing off his coat, he started his shift. He painted a smile on his exhausted face and then got to work.

Rachel had fallen asleep with the pregnancy book on her stomach. She heard a noise, and immediately woke up. "Ross?" she asked . Monica walked over after she hung up her coat. "No sweetie , it's me. I wanted to know if you needed anything ."

"Tea would be nice." Rachel said , sending Monica to the kitchen and the tea kettle. She stood at the sink as the water filled the kettle and then turned on the burner. Grabbing mug number 23, she lowered a tea bag in it and then waited for the water to be ready.

"How was work?" Rachel asked always wanting to know about everyone's jobs , since she could no longer work at eight months. After returning from Boston, her doctor said that she should definitely take it easy.

"They hate me." Monica sulked. "Apparently the former head chef was a relative or something , and when the owned hired me. He lost his job. Now whenever I ask them for something, they either ignore me or give me a dirty look." The whistling tea kettle caused Monica to go running. She lifted it and then poured the hot water into the mug. She then put it two teaspoons of sugar and clinked the metal against the mug making the most horrendous sound.

"Here you go sweetie." She said as she handed her the mug . Rachel took one sip and then slammed it down. "Too hot ." she said fanning her mouth.

"First they wanted fish, now they want pasta. Why in the hell can't they make up their damn minds." Ross said as he slammed down the plate onto the counter in the kitchen. He wiped his sweating brow as he waited for a plate of pasta that had already been prepared so he could appease his customers.

"People are impossible." Said Sandy as she rubbed her feet. "That's why. And that is why I am hoping that I get this audition tomorrow."

"I hope you do too." Ross smiled as he was still waiting. Sandy liked to talk to him , but she also knew that he was very much in love with his girlfriend. He spotted a plate of spare ribs that was sitting on the far counter. "Anything wrong with these?" he asked curiously, remembering Rachel's request . "Nope. Take em for the little mother." The one waiter said. He took a container and happily fixed the plate to take with him when he got ready to leave in another hour.

"Here is your pasta." The one chef said as he handed the plate to Ross who naturally put it on his tray and rushed back into the crowded restaurant. Maybe now he would get a good tip.

Monica looked down at her watch. She had told him she would meet him at ten. It was now ten, but she couldn't leave Rachel alone yet. Besides she would ask too many questions. She had made the date because she knew that Joey was out on a date himself and would no doubt sleep with her tonight at her place. They would be alone and then she could sneak back in the morning before her roommate and her brother were any the wiser.

"Hot date tonight." Rachel noticed Monica was a little bit more nervous than usual. "Yeah." She giggled nervously. "Don't worry about me. I think I am just going to go to bed now and wait for Ross to come home from work. " She eased herself up and then waddled toward the bedroom. Monica took out her compact and then checked her make up. She then quietly closed the door and made her way to meet her lover.

"I thought you would never get here." Chandler said as he took Monica in his arms. "Joey is at Kathy's ." he said . "So we have the whole place to our selves." He smiled as he led her in apartment 19 and closed the door.