Friends- The One with the Reunion

by abigailjeanie

It has been eight years. Eight years since Monica and Chandler moved, Ross and Rachel made amends, Phoebe and Mike made the twin's banner, since Joey cried his heart out. Now the six (plus one) are put back together for 20 long chapters. Will they be the same, or will life have pushed the now late thirty year old adults to change? (I'll update soon, just having boyfriend issues!)

3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Ross and Rachel

"Do you Ross, take Rachel to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The room was silent as he let a smile creep slowly onto his face. He had waited sixteen years to utter his next, so simple words. Everyone but them knew someday he would, and the people who forced them back together weren't even present today.

"I do." It seemed that another painful, lonely decade passed before the beautiful woman in front of him even blinked. Seconds ticked by like molasses as tears trickled one by one down her make-up coated face. Rachel reached forward, running her fingers gently through his hair. It was so natural, why had they waited? She had never anticipated it and now it was happening.

"I do," she told the preacher. He grinned, patting Ross on the back. He leaned in close, whispering something so only the two of them could hear it.

"Take care of her, Ross. There are no breaks in marriage." Ross glared at him, but the corners of his mouth twisted. Joey clapped his hands together, saying loudly, "You may kiss the bride." It was the longest, most passionate kiss he had ever delivered. That sealed it.

"Do you want cream in your coffee, honey?" a voice drifted into the living room. Ross grabbed the remote, pausing the tape. He looked into the kitchen, where Rachel stood looking at him expectantly. She looked just as good in a grey pair of sweats as she did in full on wedding garb. Emma, now a pretty ten year old, stood talking to her about the recent playground drama, and Ben was holding the newest addition, Carol, in his arms. "Honey?"

Ross smiled, nodding. She peeked into the living room, bringing in two cups of warm, fresh coffee. "Whatcha watching?" she asked, plopping down next to him. She smelled of perfume, the bottle he had recently gotten her for their anniversary. She smiled, making a sound of her coldness while bringing the cup to her lips. "Stop looking at me like that! Carol isn't even two yet, baby." He laughed.

"I was watching our wedding."

"Am I in the tape at all, daddy?" Emma asked from the table, her big blue eyes looking at him. He nodded, pointing to the visible spot next to Rachel on the screen. Emma stood, or rather sat, with her hand in Ben's. She was only two there, with her big white bow stuck on her head.

"Right there, bab—BEN!" He jumped up, pushing Rachel's cup into her lap. Carol was hanging from the chandelier, her diaper stretched on the lights. Ben was laughing his head off, sitting calmly at the table.