Well alright! I think you guys wanted me to continue this. So, here is the first chapter. This is the beginning of it all. Please read. Enjoy ;p
Disclaimer; I don't own Friends.
What Love Can Do
Chapter 1.
"Hey, wake up you"
She choose not to listen.
"Rach?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, "Wake up. Breakfast is ready"
She groaned and slowly opened her eyes to look right into his brown ones, "Honey" she whispered, "I'm tired. Why did you wake me?"
"I want to see you and talk to you" he smiled, looking into the blue sapphire which was her eyes, "It's my favourite thing to do"
"More good than talking about dinosaurs?" Rachel chipped.
"Thousands of times better than talking about dinosaurs" Ross smiled, kissing her cheek, "But honey, wake up now. Emma is in the kitchen right now, waiting for us to join her"
"Well, we cant leave her out there waiting. I better get moving then" She moved the covers to the side and sat up.
"Wow" Ross smiled, looking at her naked form, sitting on their bed.
"Oh, stop it" she giggled, whipping his face away with her hand.
"I can't help it" Ross said, "You're so damn wonderful, Rach"
"Yeah right, Ross" Rachel said. She stood up and took on her bathrobe. She went to the doorway, "You coming or what?"
"I'm right behind you, ms."
She took his hand and they went into the kitchen, where Emma was seated in her chair.
She was growing so fast. She was 5 and a half years old now, and was mom and dad's little princess. She was a smart and sweet kid, who had a lot of friends.
It was around 4 years since Rachel had gotten off the plane to Paris to stay with Ross. They'd taken things slow since then. They were still young. They were in love, and they weren't going to rush things. They lived together in a house in Westchester and they really had a great life.
"Pancakes?" Emma asked, her puppy-eyes adoringly begging her parents to make some for her.
"I'll make you pancakes" Ross smiled, "But then you're gonna have to promise to be nice to grandma Green later when we drop you off"
"Oh, that's right" Rachel remembered, "We have a date tonight"
"How could you forget?" Ross teased.
"I don't know" Rachel honestly replied, "I never forget our dates"
"No" Ross smiled. He didn't either, and he was sure that neither of them was gonna forget the date they were having this night.
"I'll be nice" Emma then said, after musing the options to herself for awhile, "But then you have to shape them like hearts, daddy!"
"Okay, but you have to be the sweetest, sweetest girl in the whole world, then" Ross told her. This could so easily be considered as blackmailing, but he didn't care. It worked.
Emma nodded, "Okay daddy"
Rachel kissed her daughters fairy hair and sat down next to her. She purred herself a glass of milk and took a sip. It was gonna be a good day.
…
Meanwhile, a couple of houses down the street, the morning was not so good, and the sight of the new day wasn't near as good as in the Geller-Green household.
The Bing's was yet in another of their morning arguments.
"Can't you just make him pancakes?" Chandler asked, almost already giving up.
"We've had this discussion before, Chandler" Monica argued, "He is only 3... 4 soon. It's not an age to eat pancakes in. Pancakes is not food for breakfast. Can't you see it?"
"No" Chandler said, "All other kids in the States are eating them everyday. Ross and Rachel are also giving Emma pancakes!"
"Rachel are not a very good parent" Monica said, turning around to cut the fruit into pieces.
"But it's your brother who's making them" Chandler said, not sure he should ask of his wife's resentment against one of their friends. Something had obviously happened between Monica and Rachel some time ago – 'cause them not talking had been going on a long time. He just didn't have the strength to figure out what the problem was, and neither did Ross.
"Alright, so, but it's Rachel saying yes, I'll bet" Monica continued, "And when did Jack learn that you could eat pancakes for breakfast? After he spent the night at their place. He is so not doing that anymore"
"Okay then" Chandler said, "But why can't you just give him pancakes? It's not unhealthy"
"It isn't healthy either" Monica just said.
She placed the plate with fruit and milk in front of Erica, who had been listening to her parents' argument with curious eyes. But on the other hand – she was used to this. Every morning. She took her spoon and begun to eat.
"Will you go find your son then?" Monica asked Chandler.
He sighted and stood up without complaining. He went into the living room to look for Jack. The boy had left, when his mother had denied him pancakes. Chandler couldn't understand why she just couldn't let him eat pancakes. He knew she was just trying to give them a good childhood and to be a good mom, but sometimes it was just a bit too much. She was sometimes what he would call a bad mom. He shook his head and shrugged the thought off.
No, he was just furious with her.
She was a good mom.
It was just them as a couple who were having troubles, and they fought over stupid things like pancakes, because they didn't know what to do with themselves, and they didn't know what to make of their problems.
Was it bad?
He didn't know.
He found Jack behind the couch in the living room. His face was stern and he had his arms crossed.
"Breakfast is ready" Chandler told him, kneeing down next to him.
"Yeah, fruit and milk" Jack said, mad.
"Yeah, your mom think it's more healthy" Chandler said, "And actually, it is"
"I know" Jack admitted, "But it wouldn't hurt her to give us pancakes just one day a week"
"No, it wouldn't" Chandler said, "I can't convince her, I've tried"
"I know, thanks dad" Jack smiled.
"Are you coming to eat your fruit then?"
"Okay, if you play football with me later" Jack said.
"I will, come on"
They went into the kitchen, where Erica was done with her food.
"Thank you" she told her mom.
"You're welcome" Monica smiled, "Now, go get your clothes and come down here. I'll help you dress, and then I'll take you and Jack to preschool"
Erica nodded and left the room.
Chandler couldn't help but wonder… She was such an amazing little girl. She wasn't like Erica, who had given them the babies. She must be a lot like the father, you know, in the way she looked. She had brown hair, which framed her face in soft curls. She had brown eyes too.
Their father must have been dark.
Jack on the other hand, had almost white hair but brown eyes too. He reminded a lot of Chandler, himself in his personality.
Erica was just herself. Actually, she was crazy about clothes and fashion, which was things that Monica didn't care about. She loved talking to her aunt Rachel about it though. They giggled together and had fun talking about clothes, which Rachel couldn't get her own daughter to talk about.
She was all about the dinosaurs.
When Emma had been little, everyone had thought she was growing up to be the next Rachel, but after her 4th birthday, they'd had to take back their words. She looked like Rachel, sure. But her personality was all Ross.
Ten minutes later Erica came down the stairs with her jeans in one hand and two shirts in the other.
"Which one do you like, dad?" she asked him, holding both of them up.
"The yellow one" he smiled, pointing at it.
Monica turned around to look at the shirts her daughter had chosen, but froze when she saw the yellow one.
"Where did you get that one from?" she asked her daughter, taking it from her.
"Aunt Rachel bought it for me that day she, Emma and I went shopping!" Erica smiled, very enthusiastic, "Isn't it pretty?"
Monica looked at the blouse, "No, it's not" she said, and you could hear jealousy in her words.
"Why?" Chandler asked, trying to save his daughter, 'cause her eyes were filling with tears, "I like it"
"But why would she buy it?" Monica asked, "It's been expensive"
"It was probably just a gift" Chandler said, suddenly realizing what all this was about.
"No, it wasn't" Monica said, "Just because she can't get her own to wear it, she's forcing my daughter, I'll tell her off"
"She's not forcing her!" Chandler said, defending their friend, "Erica like this, and Rachel did it because she loves Erica. And it is a pretty shirt. Rachel was just being a good aunt"
"Then marry her!" Monica said, throwing the blouse at the table, and rushing off.
Chandler took it and helped Erica get it on. Erica was much happier now.
Chandler thought things over. Now, he knew what the problem was.
Monica was jealous. Jealous of their friend. She was jealous because Rachel seemed to have something wit Erica that Monica couldn't have with her herself. She was jealous because Erica turned to someone else to enjoy that part of her life.
She was jealous of Rachel.
Chandler couldn't understand.
Where the hell had his wife gone?
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Ross and Rachel dropped Emma off at Sandra Green's house, and drove to the city to enjoy a nice dinner.
Ross had been wanting this for a long time, but he hadn't been able to get himself to do it.
He'd been ready for a long time. For about 6 years, since Emma was born, but the time had been wrong.
Things were going great between them now. They were happy, living together. But he knew what the next step should be. The step before more kids could be discussed.
He had to ask her.
He'd needed Chandler's convincing.
Chandler and Rachel were apparently spending their lunches together now, because her new office at Gucci was close to his.
She'd called Gucci back and explained them everything after the whole Paris/Luis Vuitton fiasco. They'd been understanding and after another job interview she'd gotten a highly paid position.
She was still in that job.
Anyway, they shared their lunch breaks, and Chandler had told Ross about Rachel's thoughts.
She had mentioned marriage and more kids, and Chandler knew he had to tell Ross.
So had he done.
And now Ross was taking the final step.
They ate and drunk wine, all the while discussing the funny things Emma did. They talked about their jobs and all. It was a good dinner.
Later, Ross excused himself to the bathroom.
He stood in there for about 5 minutes, getting his act together.
Finally, he went into their table and sat down, "You want dessert?" he asked.
"Hmm, do you?"
"No" Ross said, "But I want another thing"
Rachel looked up and smiled, "What?"
"I want you to have this" he placed a little black box in front of her.
She looked at it, "What's that?" she took it up and opened it.
"It's a ring" he said, "And it's for you"
"Really?" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, but you can only have it if you want to marry me?"
Rachel's heart stopped, "What?"
"Will you marry me?" Ross asked.
"Uhm" Rachel said, "You're asking if I want to marry you?"
"Yeah," Ross said, getting inpatient. He couldn't believe how calmly they were both taking this wonderful moment. He could tell she wasn't about to jump up and scream ´Yes, yes, yes´. She was teasing him. "Will you?"
"Ah, alright" she whispered.
"Alright?" he mused, "You have to say it for real"
"I love you" she smiled, "And I do want to have your ugly ring"
He leaned in and kissed her. Then he placed the ring on her finger.
Rachel looked at the ring.
It was far from ugly.
This was the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed this, and the next one should lead us to one of the main problems in this story. Please leave me a review? Pretty please? Thanks, Stessa ;p