Rachel's POV-1 year later

"Do you Ross take thee Emily?" Joey asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Rachel." Ross corrects.

"Do you Ross take thee Rachel to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, forever and ever until death to you part."

"I do."

"Do you Rachel take thee Ross, to have and to hold, in life and in death, in good and in bad, for better or for worse until death to you part?"

"I do."

That was the most beautiful wedding ceremony I could imagine. Like a movie. The bride had triumphed over terminal cancer, with grace and beauty, the groom stood with her all the way. Lobsters do not leave each other….Monica reads a poem Ross wrote to me;

Rachel, I can't believe it took me all this time to say;

How you've brightened my day;

I love you,

The sun, the stars and the moon,

I would trade them all to have you,

Forever.

"I love you." I whispered.

The song The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra was playing

Someday,

When I'm feeling low,

And the world is cold;

I will feel aglow just thinking of you,

And the way you look tonight.

You're lovely

With you smile so warm,

And you cheeks so soft;

There is nothing for me but to love you

Just the way you look tonight.

Refrain

With each word, your tenderness grows,

Tearing my fears apart.

And your laugh that wrinkles your nose,

Touches my foolish heart.

You're lovely,

And never, never change,

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please

Arrange it 'cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight.

The way you look tonight.

There had been a few tears before the wedding because I didn't look pretty; it has been only six months since my schedule of intense chemotherapy ended; my face still looked at all pale, I still had circles under my eyes; and my hair don't even get me started; I had two inches of soft brown stubble on my head. I cried a little. I remembered when my hair used to be pretty and long and flowing. When I looked normal. Ross came in, and said;

"Rach, do you want more hair?"

"Yeah, Ross, I do."

Ross takes a permanent marker from his pocket and draws a beard and a mustache on me; the very thing that led up to Ross and I getting married in Vegas in the first place;

We look at each other and crack up laughing.

We all see a shooting star at the end of the ceremony and even though Ross and I are drunk, we all remember to make a wish; Ross says, lifting his twentieth glass of wine

"Forever lasting friendships and to the long and happy lives of Monica and Chandler, Phoebe and Joey, and Ross and Emily."

"Rachel," Monica corrects.

He falls down on the floor, and says to Phoebe;

"Oh Pheebs are you okay."

"I'm all right. I'm almost perfect."

Then I collapse from the amount of alcohol in my system.

Joey, Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler raise their glasses.

"To Ross and Rachel,"