Madison Avenue

chapter 11

A lot of this chapter is kind of just filler before the wedding. Thankyou for continuing to vote and comment! Only about 6 chapters left..enjoy!!

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"Rachel, which one looks better?" Ross asked, walking out into the living room wearing a trucked in, salmon-colored dress shirt and a brown pair of slacks, holding up two different ties. Rachel considered the options as she secured her earrings.

"The solid brown," she decided. He nodded and tossed the other one aside.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yeah, but did we decide to bring Emma or not?"

"I think this place is a little too nice for a 3-year-old."

"Aw, everyone's going to be so bummed. They were all really looking forward to seeing her."

"Yeah, I know," she admitted, holding onto his bicep for balance while putting on her heels, "but they'll see her in a few weeks at the wedding."

Months had passed, now, since their engagement, and in only a matter of two weeks would they officially be husband and wife. The resort in Barbados had been booked, nearly everything arranged (though 'everything' was not much, as the ceremony would be small), and the guests invited (all 20 of them). Tonight, Rachel's father had managed to book an exclusive room in Trump Tower's Jean Georges restaurant, for no small amount of money. Their 4 friends and Ross and Rachel's parents would attend, and it would not only be a celebratory pre-wedding bash, but also a highly-coveted chance for everyone to catch up.

Emma came padding into the room, rubbing her eyes with a tiny balled-up fist, wearing her new red footy jammies with the teddy bears on them.

"When you go?" she asked sheepishly. Ross picked his baby daughter up above his head and kissed her belly, inciting a small giggle and awakening her from sleepiness. "Daddy, stop it! You being silly!" she screeched.

"We're going right now," he informed, settling her in on his hip, "and I know you're going to be a good girl for Carrie, as always, right?" The little girl nodded and smiled, but also reached out towards Rachel.

"Mommy," she whispered. He lowered their daughter into her arms and watched, marveling at the beauty of it.

"Yes, sweety?" Rachel asked, brushing the girl's soft wisps of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Where you guys go?"

"Oh, just to some boring big-people restaurant you wouldn't like," she assured. "We save all the fun things for you!"

"Okay," the girl nodded, seemingly pleased with this answer. "Mommy, what this?" She pointed to the shiny diamond on Rachel's ring finger, causing Ross to smile.

"I gave that to Mommy," he chimed in.

"How come?" Emma asked.

"Well..." he considered, wondering how he'd ever explain the concept of marriage to a 3-year-old. "Because I love her very, very much, and I want her to have something almost as pretty as she is," he finally decided on, knowing it would win him some bonus points.

"Nicely done," Rachel leaned up and whispered. "Okay, now off to bed!"

She sent the little girl trotting off towards her loft bedroom with the sitter in hot pursuit before walking out the door for the night, Ross following with this fingers laced lazily in hers.

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The restaurant buzzed with sharply-dressed personnel, the chatter of customers, and the faint, melodic hum of jazz music. In a high class, secluded back room, the walls of which were the color of mahogany, the Geller-Green Clan & Co. had their own little party going on.