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What Love Can Do
Chapter 2.
"Wake up, honey" Ross whispered, kissing her cheek.
"Oooh" she moaned, "I'm sleepy. What time is it?"
"It's 6:51. You have to get up soon if you wanna make it to work and all" Ross said, padding her back.
He stood out of bed and went into the kitchen. Every each of their mornings went like that.
She was tired and did not want to get up. He kept waking her every day, though.
He couldn't wait till they got married and could start having more kids. He really couldn't.
Emma was already up. The soon to be 6 year old, was very independent, and she was slowly trying to set the breakfast table to surprise her mom and dad.
"Nooo, dad!" she exclaimed, "You're not supposed to wake up yet. You have to go back in till I'm done!"
Ross chuckled, "Okay sweetie, I'll give you 5 minutes"
A big smile covered her face, "Yes, dad. Thank you!"
Ross chuckled some more and went into the bedroom again, where Rachel was just getting out of bed.
"What now?" she exclaimed, "Weren't we gonna go get something to eat?"
"We have to wait a few minutes" Ross explained, "Emma is making the table for us"
"Oh"
"Actually…" he trailed off, "Then I think we could discuss, you know…"
"Oh" she repeated, "I just don't understand why you have to go?"
"It's a really important job, Rach" Ross said, "It's just me and a couple of boys from work, doing some digging. Nothing to worry about"
"But people gets killed all the time by water!" Rachel said, "Just 2 days ago, 6 people died because of bad weather on sea. Their little boat hit a rock on they drowned"
"Rachel…" Ross said, thinking she was a little over-dramatic.
"Well it could be great if I became a widow in the age of 37, right?"
"Hey, I'm worried sending you off to work every day too" Ross said.
"Yeah, I'm sure all the clothes is gonna choke me" she sarcastically replied.
"No, but it's dangerous to drive all the way to the city. I'm thinking everyday ´Do I get her home in one piece?´, Rach. But that's life. I could get hit by a car. Water doesn't have to be the most dangerous thing"
Rachel sighed and looked at her hand, "Okay, but you promise to be careful?"
"I promise" Ross said and kissed her.
Just then Emma came into the room, "Breakfast is ready!" she smiled.
"Okay then!" Ross said, "Let's see how good you've been to set the table!"
The happy family of 3 went smiling into the kitchen, where they ate breakfast.
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Chandler knocked on his sons door. He opened it, and peeked inside.
"Jack?" he asked, "What is wrong?"
"I'm not feeling well, dad" Jack pouted, "My head and my tummy hurts"
"Oh" Chandler sat down next to him and placed his hand on his forehead. He quickly removed it again, though, "You're burning up, son!"
"It hurts" Jack said, "Shall I stay home today?"
"Yeah" Chandler said, "And I'll stay home with you"
"Okay" Jack said, and closed his eyes again.
Chandler went downstairs to find his wife and daughter in a argument. Not a usual thing. Erica was rarely mad enough to yell, but even though she was only 4 years old, she was pretty mad at her mom in the moment.
"Where did you put it!?" she said, stamping her food into the floor to help her point across.
"I didn't take it" Monica said.
"Yes, you did!" Erica said, "Give me my shirt!"
"No!" Monica said, "You've got other perfectly useable shirts. You don't have to wear that one"
"But it's my favourite!" Erica said, suddenly, however she noticed her father, "DAD!" she yelled, "Mom has taken my yellow shirt"
Chandler sighted and shot Monica a hopeless look. What was up with her these days?! He was getting so tried. He couldn't handle it anymore. "Monica, where did you put it?" he asked.
"I wont say" Monica stood her ground.
"Why can't she wear it?" Chandler asked, "Because of Rachel? Because she was the one who bought it?"
"Yes!" Monica said, "But you don't care about that, 'cause you're practically in love with her!"
"Monica, please…" Chandler said, "I want Erica to have it, because she loves it"
"No way" Monica said.
Chandler gave up and took Erica's hand. "Honey" he said, "Wear something else today, and I'll find a way to find it. You can wear it tonight. Aunt Rachel and uncle Ross is visiting there anyway, because of you guys' birthday. It'll make your aunt happy to see your wear it"
"But our birthday is tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but your mom is working tomorrow night, so we're doing it tonight. Everybody is coming"
"Okay" Erica smiled, "I'll find some other shirt now then, but I'm still mad at mom"
"That's fair enough" Chandler said, "But you'll have to drive alone with her to preschool, because Jack is sick and I have to stay home with him"
"Yeah, yeah" Erica said, and ran upstairs.
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"So, Emma, off we go" Rachel smiled, giving her daughter her lunchbox.
"Thank you, mommy" Emma said.
"Now, give me a kiss" Rachel said.
Emma kissed her, "When do you pick me up?"
"It's gonna be late today, sweetie" Ross said, "Daddy has to talk to some people about this trip, and mommy get's off around 5. She'll hurry down here to get you, okay?"
"Okay" Emma nodded, "Bye-bye"
She waved at them, and ran into the preschool.
Rachel sighed by the thought of her growing so fast.
"Don't worry" Ross took her hand, "We can make one as soon as we're married. We can make one on the honeymoon?"
She turned around and smiled at him, "Maybe even before" she winked.
They kissed each other.
"Now, scoot" Rachel said, "I should drive"
"It's funny, huh" Ross said, "You buy me a car, but you're the one who drives it all the time"
"Not all the time" Rachel said, "It's just if you drive we'll never make it to work at time"
"How many times have I driven it?" Ross asked, ignoring her statement, "One time? Two times?"
"Stop it!" she giggled, giving him a kiss. She pushed him out of the car.
He closed the door, but opened it again to give her one last kiss, "I love you" he said.
They looked at each other for a few seconds.
"I love you too" she finally said.
As these where the words he'd been waiting for, he closed the door, and turned around to come to the other side of the car, to let her drive.
However though, he didn't get that far…
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A few minutes before…"Erica, c'mon!" Monica said, "Stop being mad at me. How can that shirt be so important!?"
"Because I love it!" Erica said, her arms crossed.
They were in the car, but their fight was still on.
"Why? Because you aunt Rachel gave it to you?" Monica asked.
"No, because it's pretty and cool!" Erica said, "But I'm happy she gave it to me, or else I wouldn't have had it!"
Monica turned to look at her – the little devil – and said, "Get your things together. We're there in 1 minute. I'm just dropping you off, I'm not in the mood to go in there"
Erica winkled her nose, and bend down to find her lunchbox which had moved from between her legs and to under the seat.
When she had founded it, she hit her head though.
"Aw!" she said, tears coming to her eyes.
"No, are you okay?" Monica asked, turning to look at her daughters head, concerned.
"It hurt mom!" Erica exclaimed.
Monica brushed her right hand over it, "Nah, I don't think it's that ba-"
Her sentence was cut short.
A loud crash and the car stopped.
She looked straight ahead and so did Erica.
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Rachel looked outside the car with a chocked face.
Ross was lying on the street.
Okay then, as I said in last chapter, we're moving on to the main part of this story. And now... Now's the time where you get your lazy hands together and leave me a review, or I wont know if I should write more? Is that a deal? I'll love you guys for ever. Thanks, Stefania ;p