Dream Come True, Chapter One
Cake and Conversation
Author's Note: Hello, everybody. It's me, Margaret. You probably know me
as Margaret from the Margaret and Lauren pair (You've Got Mail, First Kiss,
Two Steps Forward, One Step Back) or Marg of the Marg and Celia pair (any
fic by bluefroggy), or you may know me from one of my solo fics, of which
there are very few, written under the name tvrox. Anyway, this is my first
solo fic which I think will actually work out. I have carefully planned
each segment, and I know exactly how everything's going to happen, so I
shouldn't have any trouble putting out chapters efficiently. One small
thing: This chapter takes place in May 2003, on Emma's first birthday.
She talks a little more than the average one year old.well, actually, a lot
more. I had fifty words at one, she probably has about a hundred. But
there's a whole scene where she's alone with Rachel, and it's no fun trying
to write dialogue for someone who can't talk. So that's just the way it
is. Ross, Monica and Rachel may be a little OOC, but I'm not that familiar
with the characters' personalities, so bear with me, it's still a good
story. Also, a slight A/U. Emma's name is not Emma Geller-Green, but Emma
Karen Geller. Okay? I thought so. Now read and review!
Rachel pulled a yellow cake out of the oven. "Okay, Em, it's done. Want
to help Mommy put on the frosting?"
Emma shook her head. "No messy!" she exclaimed. Though a very feisty and
outgoing girl, even at one, and quite a talker, she didn't like to get
Rachel smiled. "Okay, sweetheart. What color do you want your cake to
"Pink, Mommy! Pwetty pink!" she said enthusiastically.
"Okay, birthday girl, one pink cake, coming up!" Little Emma clapped her
Rachel began to ice the cake, but she soon realized that more icing was
going on the counter than on the cake itself.
She picked up the phone and dialed Monica's number. "Mon," she begged,
"come quick! I tried to bake Emma a birthday cake, and it didn't go too
"I'll be right there," agreed Monica. "But I'll have to bring Jennie!"
"That's fine. See you in five minutes." Rachel hung up. She turned to
her daughter. "Guess what, Emma? Aunt Monica's coming to see us!"
Emma clapped her hands. "Yay!" she cried.
"And Jennie's coming too!" added Rachel.
Emma pouted and stuck her tongue out. "Meanie!" she said. Emma and three-
month-old Jennifer were not the best of friends. In fact, quite the
opposite: Emma had proclaimed her a "boring baby."
However, Rachel was not happy. "Emma Karen Geller," she said sternly,
"don't you stick your tongue out!"
Emma's lower lip popped out and she made puppy eyes. "I sowwy, Mommy," she
Rachel couldn't resist that face. "Aww, Emma, it's okay, Mommy's not mad."
Emma brightened, and Rachel continued. "But sweetie, Jennie is your
cousin, and you have to be nice to her. You're bigger than her, and that
means she thinks you're special. So try to be nice, and I promise, once
Jennie is a big girl like you, she'll be lots more fun. Okay?"
"Okay!" agreed the little girl. The doorbell rang, and in walked Monica
and Jennie. Monica took one look at the cake and took charge.
"Okay, Rach, you watch the girls. I've got a cake to save!"
Two hours later, it was five o'clock. Emma had just woken up from a nap.
The cake had been perfected, and Monica and Jennie had gone home. As
Rachel was dressing Emma, she heard Ross entering the apartment.
She buttoned Emma's dress, brushed her hair, and walked out to greet Ross.
"Hey," she said. "Dinner's all ready, and after that we've got Emma's
"Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines?" he asked, assuming she'd used a mix.
"Rachel Green," she replied with a smirk.
"Rach, you backed a cake?" Ross was amazed but touched.
"Yeah, you know, it's Emma's first birthday, I wanted to do something
special." Rachel put Emma down in her playpen.
"Well, you certainly did," he replied as he took his plate and they sat
"You know, Ross," she said, "just because I'm Rachel doesn't mean I can't
"Yeah." began Ross. "I just can't believe you did it all alone without any
help from Monica."
"Okay, okay," she admitted. "Monica helped a little."
He shot her a Look. "Okay, Monica helped a lot," she confessed. They both
"You know, Rach, this is, like, real."
"What is?" she asked
"Our situation. I mean, we're like a real family. We live together, we
have a kid, I come home from work and you've cooked dinner." He trailed
"Except for one thing, Ross. One big thing. We're not married. Heck,
we're not even together."
"I know, Rach," he said solemnly. "Which is just what I want to talk
about. I still have feelings for you, and I think you feel the same way.
Do you think we'll ever be together-for good?"
"Someday, Ross. Not today, but maybe tomorrow, maybe in a couple of
"Why not today?" asked Ross. He leaned in and kissed her.
"Oh my God," said Rachel. "Ross, I'm not saying that wasn't amazing-
because it was-but we're not ready."
"Okay, Rach, you're right. Just remember what I said."
It was about midnight. Ross was trying to sleep, but he couldn't stop
thinking about Rachel. The past few nights he'd had dreams about marrying
her, having kids, and their life together.
All of a sudden, there was a knock. "Come in," he said. In walked Rachel.
"Ross, I couldn't sleep. I can't stop thinking about what you said, and
about that kiss," she said.
"I know, me too," Ross replied. "But what you said was right. We're not
ready for a relationship yet. Who knows when we will be. But we've got to
wait until we are. If we broke up, that'd be awful for Emma."
"You're right, Ross. But-can I sleep in your bed tonight? I'm just
Ross smiled. "Why not?" I'm a bit lonely myself. Just as long as we
Rachel laughed lightly. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. She lay down next to him.
"Goodnight, Ross," she said.
"Sleep tight," he whispered.
So that's it. Perhaps a little OOC, and awfully sappy. But I promise, in
the next chapter, it gets SO MUCH more interesting. So just bear with me
and keep reading. I've got a lot of stuff going right now, but if I get
enough good reviews, I'll try to have the next chapter up within a week.
Most importantly, R&R!