Disclaimer: The characters from FRIENDS belong to Marta Kauffman, David Crane, and Kevin Bright. I don't own the rights to anything from FRIENDS.

June 1, 2004

Rachel Green sat peering into her vanity mirror, brushing rouge onto her tanned cheeks. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness and anticipation. Her hair was curled in ringlets than hung loosely on her shoulders. Her dress flowed past her feet and it seemed to glow on her.

She stood and twirled around once to check herself. A knock came to the door and her best friend came in.

"Sweetie, you look so beautiful," Monica said with a teary smile. Rachel smiled at her friend.

"Thank you."

"I can't believe the two of you are finally getting married for real. It's so incredible."

"It was incredible. For ten years, Ross and Rachel had been on a roller coaster ride to happiness. This was their day. They were finally getting married.

"Thank you for being here for me," Rachel said, her voice cracking. Monica hugged her and they both sniffled. Phoebe came in and handed Rachel her bouquet.

"Don't forget this."

"Thanks Pheebs."

"Are you ready?" Monica asked.

"I'm more ready that I have ever been before. No more running away or getting divorced. Ross is the man I want to be with for the rest of my life."

"Good because this is the last wedding I want to have to go to until my kids get married," Monica replied with a laugh. Rachel pulled Monica and Phoebe into a group hug; much like the time they all found out that Emma was on her way.

"Where's my little flower girl?" Rachel asked. Rachel's mom walked into the room with Emma in her arms. Emma's hair had grown out a bit over the last couple of weeks. It was now at her shoulders, and she was dressed in a fluffy pink dress. She had a little basket of white and pink flower petals. Rachel took her little girl into her arms. "There's mommy's angel."

"It's time, honey," Sandra Green whispered to her daughter. Rachel nodded and sniffled. Phoebe and Monica went out to find Mike and Joey, who were groomsmen. The best man was of course Chandler. Sandra led Emma in front of Rachel. The little girl walked out to throw flower petals in Rachel's path.

Rachel heard the music start and she knew this was it. It was time to walk up the aisle, join hands with the man she loved, and spend the rest of her life with him.

"This is it."

She stood in the door way and waited until the entire procession was on its way down the aisle. Her father stood at the side and he held his bent arm to her. She hooked her arm through his and they began their walk to the altar.

"You ready, baby girl?"

"I'm ready, daddy."

"Dr. Wethead better take good care of you."

"He will, daddy. Just . . . call him Ross from now on."

"I'll try for your sake," he answered with a chuckle. As they walked, Rachel looked around at her friends and her family. She saw Emma toddling along ahead of her and she nearly burst out into tears. When she saw the glow on Ross' face as he smiled at her, a calm, wonderful feeling swept over her. This was where she wanted to be.

As her father sat down, Rachel joined hands with her future husband. She looked up into his dark chocolate eyes and she saw the love and devotion she had always seen there. No matter how tough things had been, and no matter who they had been with, they had always been there for each other. Now it was time to make their relationship official.

"Dearly beloved," the minister began. As he made his speech during the ceremony, Ross stared into the glowing orbs that were Rachel's eyes. The dress she wore sparkled. She looked enchanted, and Ross felt like he was under a spell. He couldn't stop smiling at his wife. Emma looked up at her parents with a knowing smile. She played with the train of her mother's dress until Monica picked her up and held her at her hip.

Everything seemed to be moving around Ross and Rachel as their eyes focused on each other. They didn't break eye contact even when the minister asked Rachel to say her vows. Rachel squeezed Ross' hands and blinked her eyes a little, letting tears slowly caress her cheeks.

"When I first met you, you were my best friend's geeky older brother. I never imagined that I would be standing here today, holding your hands, telling you that I want to become your wife. When you came into my life, it took me awhile to realize how I felt about you. When I fell in love with you, I felt more love than I had ever felt before. When our relationship ended, I didn't want to live without you. Somehow I managed, but I never stopped loving you. I didn't realize how wonderful I had it with you until we weren't together anymore. Ross, I love you so much. We have been best friends, we've dated, and we have a daughter together. Fate keeps pushing us back together, and I think it's time we obey the forces of fate. I want to be your wife for the rest of my life. I love you Ross."

All eyes were on the couple as Rachel finished her vows. Ross looked down for a moment and he cleared his throat. He looked up again and his eyes stared into Rachel's soul.

"I've been in love with you from the moment I set eyes on you in ninth grade. You came walking in those school doors with your hair down your back and your face painted with makeup. I said to myself right then and their . . . that you were going to be my wife. Now here you are. You're standing with me in front of our family and friends, and you're marrying me. Rachel, you have been my rock. You helped me through the tough times, and even after we broke up, you were still there for me. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy and help you too. I love you Rachel. I love you."

The couple exchanged rings and they were pronounced man and wife. When they kissed, everything in the room seemed to disappear except for them. Ross pulled Rachel close as everybody in the hall clapped and cheered for Ross and Rachel Geller.

When they pulled apart, they joined hands and walked out of the chapel and into the hall. They were followed by the wedding procession. Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Mike, and Emma gathered together in a circle.

"This is it, guys," Joey started. "This is the beginning of the rest of your lives. How do you feel?"

"Happy," Rachel replied, sighing happily, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Me too," Ross answered, giving Rachel's hand a squeeze. Emma held her arms up and Ross picked her up. He looked at his daughter and his wife and realized that they were a real family now.

Rachel and Ross stepped into their hotel room in Honolulu. They had left Emma with Sandra, and they were ready to consummate their marriage. Rachel went into the bathroom to change while Ross frantically undressed down to his boxers and got under the cover. He slipped his boxers off then and he waited for Rachel to come out.

Rachel stood in the bathroom and she examined the wedding ring on her finger. It was so real, and she was so happy.

"Mrs. Ross Geller. Rachel Geller," she whispered. She loved the sound of that. She wanted to say it for the rest of her life, and she knew she would.

"Rach?" Rachel knew Ross was growing impatient. She slipped into the outfit she had selected for her wedding night. When she stepped out into the hotel room, Ross' jaw dropped. Rachel was wearing a form fitting white gown with spaghetti straps. It sparkled in the dim room light.

"Hey you," she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

"You look incredible, Rachel." Ross held out his hands and Rachel joined him on the bed. He pulled her close and kissed her soft lips. "I love you Mrs. Geller."

"I love you too, Mr. Geller. I always will. I have something to tell you."

"What's that?"

"I want to have a baby with you."

"We have a baby, Rach . . ."

"I know. I want to have another baby. I want to give Emma a baby brother or sister."

"You do?" Ross smiled happily.

"Yeah. You want to make one?" Rachel looked at Ross curiously, waiting for his response. He leaned in to kiss her again, and pulled away to stare into her eyes.

"I do."