The morning came faster than either had hoped, but before they knew it, it was 10. Both had actually woken up around 8:30, but they couldn't find the energy to get up just yet, so they laid in bed for a while, Rachel's head on Ross' chest, and his arms wrapped around her body while they talked about absolutely anything.

Rachel rolled over so she was on the other side of the bed, and stretched, her arms reaching out and a soft moan escaping her lips. "Hmm... that was attractive."

Ross smiled, and rolled over too so that he was on top of Rachel. He bent down and kissed her slowly. Before anything happened, though, Rachel pushed him slightly away.

Smiling, she said, "We have to get up!"

"Now?" Ross whined, trying to kiss her again.

Rachel laughed, and moved out from under him, heading out to the kitchen. Since almost all of her clothes were currently in Paris, she had to borrow a shirt from Ross to wear to bed. Luckily it was warm in the apartment, so the shirt was okay as she left the warmth and comfort of the bedroom.

Ross followed her out, and started making breakfast for the two of them.

Rachel sat at the table, and watched Ross work, a big smile on her face. Ross turned around briefly, and noticed her staring at him.

"Something on my face?" Ross asked.

"No, I'm just happy," Rachel said.

Ross grinned goofily. "I'm happy too."

Ross turned and went back to cooking bacon. A few minutes later, Rachel got up and walked over to him.

"Do you need help or something?"

Ross laughed. "Help with cooking?"

"Yeah!"

"Rach, you don't cook. Ever. Not even toast." Rachel punched his arm in mock anger. "You seriously want to help? Why?"

"I don't know... We're kind of starting over, and I just feel like I never really did anything for you. You do so much for me, but I just sat around waiting for you. So I want to help." Rachel said.

Ross stopped what he was doing suddenly, and turned towards her. He grabbed her hands in his, and looked at her seriously. "Rachel, you have done so much for me. This conversation may have been different 10 years ago when you first moved to New York, but I can tell you, Rachel, you have changed so much since then. You are still that smart, funny, beautiful women I first fell in love with, but you have become independent, and strong, and caring. And I love you even more."

"Ross..." Rachel said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"You have done more for me than I ever thought I deserved. And you have given me more than I ever thought I'd have in my life. You don't need to change anything, because I love you Rachel Green, just like this."

Tears started to roll down Rachel's face, so he whipped them away with his hand. "Ross!" Rachel wept. He pulled her in tightly to his chest, kissing the top of her head before resting his head in her hair. They stayed that way for a while until Rachel pulled back, leaning up to kiss him.

When they separated, Rachel turned towards the kitchen counter. "Seriously, though, I can still help out. I could just watch something, even!"

Ross laughed, kissing her cheek. "Could you get me some flour? I'm making pancakes."

"I can do that! I mean," Rachel paused, looking around the kitchen. "I can, if you tell me where the flour is..."

Ross smiled, before pointing out the cupboard she would need.

As Rachel was bringing the flour down, the bag fell onto the counter, flinging flour all over her. "Crap!"

Ross turned quickly towards her, and noticing the state she was in, doubled over laughing. Rachel's hair was almost white, and the Tshirt she was wearing had white streaks all along it.

"Hey, mister, this is not funny!" Rachel said, as Ross continued laughing. "It's not funny, my hair is – ugh!" Rachel stood there, trying desperately to whip the flour off of her, but an idea suddenly struck her. Slowly and quietly, while Ross was still laughing, Rachel approached him. He turned, however, and noticed her outstretched arms – covered in flour – coming near him, so he ran.

"No!" Ross yelled. He made it out of the kitchen, with Rachel following close behind.

"Ross, come here! I need a hug!" Rachel said, running after him. There wasn't much room in the apartment, so the two ended up running in circles around the couch. Ross really did not want to be covered in flour, but he couldn't help smiling as he ran away from Rachel. This moment was something totally unexpected yet fun, and he hoped that there would be many more moments like this with her.

Eventually, tired and dizzy from running in circles, Ross tried to take a short-cut over the couch, but tripped and fell. He ended up on his back on the cushions of the couch. Rachel saw this as the perfect opportunity, and went over the top of the couch as well, landing on top of him. He wrestled with her as she started shaking the flour onto him. They both couldn't stop laughing the whole time, and Rachel was reminded of another time like this, back at the beach house so many years ago.

After a few more minutes of playfully goofing around on the couch, Rachel moved off from on top of Ross, and lay beside him, the two squeezing together on the small couch.

"You're going to pay for that," Ross said, trying to fake angry.

"Yeah? What are you going to do?" Rachel said mockingly, kissing his lips lightly.

"This," Ross said, and started tickling her stomach. She squealed, and tried to get away, but Ross had moved so that he was on top of her, holding her small body in place.

"Ross! Stop, Ross," Rachel laughed, squirming around.

He continued tickling her, laughing along with her. Both of their laughs were the only noise in the apartment, and it was music to both of their ears. They were finally happy.