Rachel had been overwhelmed by the wedding week festivities. Between Monica and the two mothers, she would have been happy to just jet off to Vegas and elope. There was some solace for her though in this quiet walk in Central Park , just the two of them in the last hours of their singleness.

Rachel had her hand in Ross'. It felt so comfortable there now. He was now just becoming an extension of her. His thoughts were the same as hers. This roller coaster ride of ten years was finally coming to a close, and they welcomed these moments of solitude.

Tomorrow would consist of Monica yelling at everyone so this wedding would be perfect. Chandler would make a million and one jokes about the fact this was Ross' fourth marriage or that he had better get the name right. Joey would be nervous that he would say the wrong thing. Sandra would fuss and so would Judy. Emma would spill on her new dress. Ben would drop the rings and so on and so on.

"Can you believe in less than 24 hours we are going to be married?" said Ross.

"How did we get to this point?" asked Rachel. She smiled as she remembered the day she ran into Central Perk in a soaking wedding gown.

"Sometimes I didn't think we would make it." Ross said.

"And other times I just wanted to quit." said Rachel "Everything seemed too hard."

"No matter who I was with , Rach, my thoughts always drifted back to you, I never stopped loving you." Ross said as he looked into Rachel's eyes. He took his hands and moved his lips towards hers. The wind blew her hair as he took his fingers and pushed it aside . Even though he loved her sun kissed hair, he wished it didn't cover the face he had worshipped since he was a teenager.

Age and time hadn't ruined their love. As they walked along holding hands, it was as if they returned to when they first were dating. Her hair still was golden and a few wrinkles lined his eyes, but the passion and the romance was still there.

The hours drifted toward morning as the sun rose on the concrete towers of Manhattan. The city was still lit up and the morning delivery trucks rolled along the streets of Manhattan. As they neared the Plaza, they decided to have one drink in the bar. They walked in and sat down.

"A glass of white wine for the lady and one for myself." Ross said to the bartender.

"Ross, it's getting kind of late, shouldn't we be going to our rooms.?"Rachel asked concerned about the bags under her eyes when she didn't get enough sleep.

"I just wanted to not let you go yet. Do you realize this is the first time since we got back together we haven't slept in the same bed." Ross said as he held her hand.

"Well you know the tradition, the guys and the girls stay apart the night before the wedding." Rachel reminded him.

"I know, I guess I am just having wedding flashbacks." Ross admitted.

"The ghosts of weddings past." he laughed. "Plus as much as I love those guys, I didn't want to spend my last night as a bachelor drinking beers and watching porn in a suite in the Plaza."

The bartender brought the drinks over and Ross gave him his credit card.

"To our last night." he said as he raised his glass. He just stared at her blue eyes and imagined himself the luckiest man on earth.

"And to many nights to come. " she smiled.

When they finished their nightcaps. His arm around her, they walked into the elevator and down the hall. She stood at the door and he kissed her good night.

Tomorrow they would finally be wed..