A/N: Aww, only four chapters after this. Buut thats a good thing, cause my favorite chapters of this fic are definitely the last few. But right after this is over, I'm gonna start posting my current fic- "Your Ad Here" - which I'm posting on Friends Cafe right now. So you guys better follow me to that one ;-) Haha

It was raining as the two walked out of Ross's apartment, and set off to the hotel Rachel had stayed at to get her things. There was traffic, but no cab to be seen. Rachel pulled one of Ross's old jackets tightly around her, as he kept a protective arm around her waist. They didn't even think to bring an umbrella, but it didn't matter. They were so happy that all they could do was walk down the street, becoming more soping wet by the minute, laughing uncontrollably when they found themselves ankle-deep in a puddle.

The splash took them both by surprise, even though they knew it was raining. They were in hysterics, though the scenario wasn't particularly funny. The fact that they were walking what was a twenty block walk in the rain, however, was.

"Well, we can't have you in there, now can we?"

Ross lifted Rachel off the ground, holding her while she giggled in his arms. They continued down the street, ignoring the passers-by who stared at them from underneath their umbrellas. Realizing he wasn't putting her down any time soon, Rachel sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt her smile as she leaned against him, causing him to break out in his own grin. It may have been raining, and the girl he held in his arms may have been much heavier than usual due to her wet clothing, but somehow, life had never been so perfect.

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Monica and Chandler were laying out on a beach in Hawaii, where they were spending their honeymoon. It was the third day, and, curiously, this was their first day out of the bedroom . . .ah, Chandler was sure loving married life.

"Can you believe we've been married for four days now?"

Chandler was snapped out of his dreamy state as turned his attention from the horizon to Monica.

"Well, its kinda felt like we were always married, you know? You just happen to have pretty jewelry that proves it."

He picked up her hand, the one bearing the engagement diamond and wedding band, and gave it a light kiss.

"I know!!"

He chucked. He loved his girlfriend- ahem, wife's- enthusiasm. As long as it was directed towards him, and not cleaning. Or exersizing.

Well, make that just if it was about him. Or them. Then it was okay.

They sat back together in the sand, the tide lapping at their feet as they watched the slowly setting sun.

Yup, Chandler thought to himself. This is it.

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Ross paced his apartment. Rachel had gone back to Milan, insisting that she could pack up her apartment without his help. She didn't want him coming to Milan- it was hard enough going by herself. She didn't want him to see what she had chosen over him that December, a decision she regretted more than anything she'd done.

Back and forth, back and forth.

He'd just dropped over Rachel at the airport only a day earlier, but he couldn't deny that he missed her already. They'd shared two blissful nights together, and in three days, they'd be able to share a lifetime. Or, at least, he hoped they would.

His mind once again drifted towards its latest topic- Marriage. He knew that at the moment, it was way too soon to be proposing to Rachel. He'd do it and feel right about it in a heartbeat, but he knew he should wait. They were already rushing into living together.

Then again, they were always the rushing type. It only took three weeks to declare their love for one another- among other things. It only took six months for him to know that she was the only person he could ever see himself grow old with, and it only took a few more days for them to be ripped apart. And now, it only took a day to reunite with the same passion, the same vigor, as their previous relationship had.

Call them crazy, but they just knew it was right. They didn't care how fast-paced it was- love works in mysterious ways. However, marriage was a big leap compared to anything else they'd encountered. Once you got married, you thought of kids, you eventually had those kids, and you became a family. Ross wasn't even 24 yet. While he knew Rachel was the one he wanted to be with forever, he wasn't ready to make that transition any time soon. And he knew she probably felt the same way.

The phone rang, causing Ross to jump. He anxiously crossed the room, and picked up the reciever. "Hello?"

"Hey you." To him, there was no denying that sweetness.

"Rach! How's everything going?"

"The packing's okay, my neighbor is helping me. We'll probably finish tomorrow night, and I'll catch a flight back on Thursday."

"Sounds good."

"I miss you."

"I miss you, too, almost more than I love you."

Rachel smiled to herself. He always knew the right thing to say.

"I love you, too. I can't wait to get back home. How I lived without New York, I'll never know."

"I can't wait to see you. We'll have to . . .'make up' for these missed nights, you know," he added, slyly.

"I have four years to make up to you, yet."

"These past two days have more than made up for that."

Just hearing his sweet voice without being able to kiss him in gratitude was killing her. "Ross, I have to go now. I'll call you tomorrow, and I'll see you Thursday, alright?"

"I'm looking forward to both. I love you."

"I love you, too . . .Bye."

"Bye."

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"So how's loverboy's life going?", asked Phoebe.

Her, Ross, and Joey were hanging out at the local coffee shop, Central Perk. They were all anticipating the return of the newlyweds, who would be coming home today. Rachel would be returning tomorrow.

"She's packing her things in Milan. I really miss her, you know?"

"Yeah, one time I made this sandwitch, but I didn't have time to eat it. So I took a bite, and I had to put it in the fridge, and I thought about it all day," Joey reminisced. Upon seeing the blank stares from his friends, he asked, "That's the same thing, right?"

Ross decided to humor him. " . . .Yup, same thing."

"Oh, definitely," said Phoebe. Joey sat back, looking happy with himself.

"Somehow, the coffee shop's lost a bit of its glow, ya know?", came the sarcastic-toned voice of Chandler through the front door of the shop.

"The newlyweds are here!", cried Phoebe. Everyone jumped up to exchange hugs with them. Monica wore a look of extreme happiness as everyone asked how the week was.

"Guys, it was incredible! Hawaii was so beautiful, there were beaches, and volcanos-"

"And a bedroom," Chandler added with a grin. Phoebe winked at Monica, and Joey beamed proudly at Chandler. Ross, however, wasn't so amused.

"Dude, that's my sister." He gave Chandler a blank stare.

Ignoring Ross's remark, they continued with their story.

"Oh, that is so romantic!", exclaimed Phoebe when they were done. "I'm totally going to Hawaii when I get married."

"Sounds like you guys had a great time." Ross smiled at them, genuinly happy for the couple. While Chandler got into a conversation with Joey and Phoebe, Monica pulled Ross aside.

"How are things with Rachel? I saw you guys after the reception . . ."

"Monica, its beyond amazing. These past two days, I don't think I've ever been happier."

Monica grinned. "Well, where is she now?"

"She's in Milan, packing up her apartment. She's moving in with me, Mon."

"Whoa," she replied, stunned. "After 2 days? Isn't that a big step?"

"Well, we think we're ready. I love her, Monica, I really do. I've never been more sure about anything."

The siblings smiled, brimming with proudness for each other, before sharing a hug. "I'm so happy for you guys, Ross."

"I'm happy for you guys, too."

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