Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Chapter 2
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Ross let out a huge sigh, closing the door to Rachel's room carefully.
38 hours.
It was how long he had been awake. He was now dead exhausted and more than ready to collapse. His head was pounding in his ears and his back was aching from sleeping in a cramped hospital's chair. He desperately needed that cup of coffee asap.
He flashed a polite smile toward a nurse he passed by in the hallway, making his way toward the elevator. But before Ross arrived at the elevator, he stopped, changing his mind and took a little detour toward the nursery. It didn't take long for Ross to find his little girl, she stood up most in his eyes.
As he looked at his beautiful baby daughter, he couldn't help but to think how in the world someone as beautiful as Emma was a part of him. Their little girl was the carbon copy of Rachel. Everything except for her nose were all Rachel's and he wouldn't wish it other way. Emma was such a beautiful baby girl and he wasn't even biased. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But as he looked around the room, he couldn't find any other babies who were more beautiful as their baby girl.
"She's so beautiful," someone else voiced Ross' inner thoughts and as he looked sideways, he found Phoebe standing right next to him, looking at baby Emma with a genuine smile on her face.
"I know," Ross sighed contentedly, feeling immensely proud.
"I just can't decide who she looks more like. You or Rachel," she mused out loud.
"What, are you kidding?" he whipped his head to the side, looking at her as if she had grown a pair of heads or something. "She's gorgeous, she's all Rachel."
His eyes were twinkling as he talked about Rachel and Emma in the same sentences. Pride was dripping in his every word and that didn't go unnoticed by Phoebe.
Phoebe stared at her friend and slowly, her lips curved into the biggest smile.
Her hunch was right after all...
"I'm sorry. For the last time, why aren't you together, again?" she asked rather bluntly and when Ross just sighed without giving her a real answer, she continued, "No, I know, I know, because you're not in that place. Which would be fine except you totally are."
"I-it's, it's complicated, okay?"
Ross didn't even try to deny it.
He was indeed in love with Rachel, but it never was the problem. Love was never a problem between him and Rachel. He had learned it in the worst possible way that there were other important things than love that could make or break a relationship.
Sometimes... love wasn't enough.
"Yeah, that's true. Yeah. You love her - you always have. You have a child together. There's no right answer," her voice dripped with heavy sarcasm which was easily noticed by him.
"Look, we've been together, okay?" Ross reluctantly averted his attention from his baby girl to his friend, wanting to give Phoebe all his attention. To make her really understand his point of view and why he didn't think it's a good idea to get back together with Rachel, "-and then apart. And now, we have a baby," he took a brief pause, averting his gaze to his daughter again.
His sweet innocent baby girl.
She was still brand new, no one had hurt her yet and Ross was sure as hell he didn't want to be the person who hurt his little girl.
He let out a heavy sigh, "It's just, if-if we got together again, and it didn't work out... I can never do that to Emma," he tried to keep his emotions in check as he thought about his daughter, his sweet innocent daughter who just came into the world merely hours ago.