Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

A/N: Just letting you all know, the wedding takes place in the next chapter, but I think it's gonna take awhile to get out, since I had only written about 2/3 of the script before, and I want to make it wicked good, so...yeah. I'm not sure if I'm going to continuethe storyafter the wedding, or have an epilogue and maybe write a sequel later if I want to.

You reviewers just make my day. The comments are incredibly appreciated.

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Ross pressed the level button in the elevator of his apartment building, a stroller in one hand, and Emma holding his other hand. The little girl was staring, fascinated, as the buttons lit up each time they passed a floor.

It had been a week since Christopher had been born, and after he and Rachel had celebrated that fact with their friends, they had gone right back to the wedding plans. Ross could hardly believe it was already March.

In a little over a month, he'd be living in a house. His and Rachel's house; one they'd share and grow old in and raise their children in. He hadn't lived in an actual house since right before he left for college. But the difference between then and now was that now, it was a place he could really call 'home'.

He and Emma exited the elevator once they reached their floor. They made their way down the hall, and when Ross opened the door to the apartment, he was surprised to see Joey sitting on the couch with Rachel.

Rachel turned and smiled at them. "Hey! How was the park?"

"Okay," Ross said, setting the stroller by the door. "It started to rain."

"That's too bad," Rachel said, then motioned to Joey. "Look who's here!"

"Yeah, I noticed him when I walked in, Rach."

Joey shook Ross's hand, fawned over Emma for a bit, then grinned at his two friends. "So, you two, only a month to go! Are you nervous?"

"Not really," Ross said as he sat beside Rachel and rested his hand on her leg.

"Yeah," Joey agreed, "this is, like, your fifth wedding."

"Thanks for pointing that out, Joe," Ross said dryly. "And it's only the fourth," he added quietly.

"Well, I'm excited," Rachel chipped in, then said, sarcastically, "I mean, I'm actually gonna remember this one."

Joey nodded, still smiling at the two of them. Emma was now attempting to get up on the couch to sit with the grown ups. "Man, you two getting married. It's like one of those fairytales," he said.

"Yeah, it is." Ross shot a smile at Rachel.

"And if it doesn't work out, then you'll get to add another divorce to the list!"

"Ah, yes. Just what I want to do." Ross paused, then asked jokingly, "Why are you here, Joe?"

"Oh, right, well, I was just talkin' to Rachel about what I should say at the wedding," Joey said.

Rachel placed her hand over Ross's. "I think it's safe to say we don't want any 'giving and receiving' mentioned."

Joey's face fell a bit. "Fine. But this is a lot of pressure on me! I mean, this is the third wedding I've had to do for my friends! There's only so much Joey can think up to say to God!"

Ross tried not to laugh. "Well, if you hadn't forgotten your notes, what were you going to say at Monica and Chandler's wedding?"

"I was gonna talk about some memories I had of them."

"Well, that sounds good," Rachel said, nodding her approval.

"Yeah, sure, I got tons of stories of you guys!" Joey looked pleased.

Ross wasn't feeling so sure. "Uh, just so we're clear, how 'bout you run those by us?"

"Well," Joey began, thinking, "there's when you two had that wacky thing when you two liked each other, but you," he looked at Ross, "were with Julie, and then you made the list..."

Noticing Rachel's facial expressions turning sour, Ross interrupted, "Yeah, how 'bout we skip the list part?" He didn't really want everyone who attended the wedding to hear about Julie and the list.

"Right, okay," Joey said, grabbing a pen and some stray paper from the coffee table to write his ideas down on. "Then there's when you two got together..."

He started chuckling, and Rachel looked at him, confused. "What's so funny about that?"

Joey composed himself. "Ah, I was just thinking of those chairs me and Chandler had." At the glances from his friends, he continued, "Uh, anyways, then I guess I could mention how great you two are together, and how Ross was an ass for sleeping with the copy girl..."

"Let's skip that too, Joe," Ross said as Rachel squeezed his hand just a bit too tight. "Just say we broke up."

"Fine, fine. So I guess then I can mention how even though you two were apart after that, you did a lot of wild stuff, like getting married in Vegas..."

"Well, there's no avoiding that," Rachel sighed, loosening her tight grip on Ross's hand.

"...And then how you two cared about each other even though you were both idiots for not getting back together...," Joey continued writing what he was saying on the paper.

"Wait, you all thought we should've gotten back together?" Ross asked, having never heard this before.

Joey rolled his eyes. "Uh... duh. You two were made for each other. Whatever Pheebs calls it... that seafood thing."

"Lobsters?" Rachel helped.

Joey snapped his fingers. "Yup, those." He went back to business. "And then of course there's the whole one night stand that resulted in Emma..."

Hearing her name, Emma glanced up at her parents and uncle, but got bored quickly with them and went back to her toy.

"Could you maybe phrase that a bit differently for the wedding?" Ross asked.

"Yeah, sure," Joey said. "And then I'll finish with... well, how you two are finally getting married now after eleven years of on-again, off-again."

Pleased, Joey glanced at his watch. "Ah, I gotta go. I told Pheebs I'd visit like, half an hour ago. See you guys later."

Rachel and Ross both nodded to their friend, and he left the apartment after patting Emma on the head. Ross kept staring at the door.

"He won't mention anything bad by mistake, will he?" Rachel questioned slowly.

Ross turned to look at her with a 'duh' look, and Rachel sighed. "Crap."

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Rachel flipped the large notepad paper quickly as she and Monica sat on a couch at the Bing's house. It was only a week before the wedding, and she felt like she could hardly breathe. Monica was bouncing Jack up and down in her arms while Erica slept in the playpen.

"Oh my God," Rachel began another rant, "what if Ben drops the rings? Or my one of my sisters makes a scene? Or Joey says something stupid?" She stopped for a moment. "Wow, I suddenly realize how you feel all the time."

Monica made a face at her friend. "Okay, I'm gonna ignore your last comment. And by the way, the Joey one? Is inevitable."

"What if Phoebe's dress isn't done in time?" Rachel asked, moving on to another notebook.

"That's kind of hard to imagine, seeing as we picked it up two days ago."

"What if they give the guys the wrong tuxes?"

"Rachel."

At hearing her name, Rachel glanced up at Monica, who was holding a hand out at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Just calm down for a minute. Stop wondering 'what if'," Monica said soothingly.

"Yeah, well, I can't help it!" Rachel explained. "At your wedding Chandler disappeared and Joey almost didn't make it, and then at Phoebe's it snowed and almost didn't happen!"

Monica smoothed Rachel's hair with her free hand. "Rach, we're all gonna make sure this wedding is perfect."

"Promise?" Rachel asked with a long sigh.

"I promise, sweetie. Now just sit back and relax!" Rachel did as she was told, and Monica sized her up. "So, the wedding is in a week. Obviously you're a tad nervous?"

"You know, I haven't been, but all of a sudden... I just can't stop thinking about it," Rachel admitted. "I mean, I'm going to be Mrs. Doctor Ross Gellar." She stopped, then shook her head. "Oh God, now even I'm doing the 'doctor' thing."

"But, you aren't getting cold feet, are you?" Monica asked slowly.

Rachel was almost startled by the question. "No! No, of course not. I love Ross."

"Then just remember that."

Leaning against Monica, Rachel let out a sigh. "I'm so glad you're already married so you can help me."

"I'm happy to help you," Monica assured. "Here I thought I'd never get to help with another wedding ever again, and yet I've helped with both you and Phoebe's."

Rachel lifted an eyebrow. "Okay, you keep saying 'helping'..."

"I wasn't that bad this time compared to the other two!"

"No," Rachel chuckled, "you're right, you've been pretty good about it."

Erica began crying, and Rachel felt, more than heard, Monica sigh. Her friend started to get up, balancing Jack in her arms, before Rachel placed her hand on Monica's arm and said, "Hey, let me get her. I am a mother."

She stood and walked over to the playpen, lifting Erica and rocking back and forth slowly as she made her way back to the couch. Rachel sat back down and just stared at the baby in her arms.

"Wow, they're growing up so fast," she commented wistfully.

"I know," Monica said. "I can't believe they're almost eleven months. It feels like we just took them home from the hospital yesterday."

"Tell me about it, every day I wonder when Emma grew up," Rachel replied. "It still amazes me that all three of us have kids now. Isn't little Chris so cute?" she asked, thinking of their other friends new baby.

"He is. Except for the hair, he looks so much like Mike."

Rachel cooed at Erica as the small girl settled down. She felt Monica's eyes on her, and glanced at her best friend.

"Speaking of kids...," Monica started, "I don't want to sound forward, but are you and Ross gonna have any more?"

Rachel knew her friend meant well by the question, and really she didn't mind answering, but she still felt slightly cornered. "Huh?" was all Rachel got out.

"Sorry, yeah, I shouldn't have asked," Monica said.

"No, wow... it's just weird." Rachel took a breath. "Ross has mentioned the subject before, but it's just... I want to experience marriage before having a baby. Well, another baby."

Monica nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense."

Rachel looked back down at Erica, considering. "I do miss when Emma was first an infant, though. I mean, as bad as pregnancy side effects can be, I guess I'd do it again." And she knew she meant it.

"Really?" Monica sounded surprised.

"Really," Rachel stated firmly. She flipped open the wedding notebook again. "But first I need to focus on making sure the wedding goes without a hitch."

"Alright, back to business!" Monica nearly shouted, getting excited again.

Rachel almost thanked her best friend, but in the end decided not to. She'd never understand how much their short talk had helped to make her less nervous.

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