Monica leaned against the railing alone and watched as the last of the sun went down over the bow of the huge yacht Dr. Green had rented for his daughter's wedding.

She'd never witnessed a more beautiful event.

Rachel had been a radiant vision in her white Vera Wang gown and her brother had never stopped smiling in his midnight blue tux. The wedding party and guests had boarded and set out just an hour earlier and watched as two of the people they loved most in the world became one. It was a life-long dream for Ross and a dream come true for Rachel.

Her Mother's state of euphoria was slightly annoying, but justifiable. Her Dad beamed with pride.

Everywhere love was palpable and it was hard not to get caught up in the magical splendor of it all.

She breathed in deeply as she looked out over the water, trying to picture how her wedding day - whenever it would come - would be able to compete with this.

"Are you hiding out here?" she heard him say.

Monica turned and greeted Chandler with a smile.

She had done a double-take when she'd seen him emerge with Joey from the groomsmen cabin before the ceremony. She never thought he looked more handsome than he had in his deep blue tux and matching necktie. Their eyes had locked for a moment before he had smiled that brilliant smile of his and greeted her and Richard.

Despite his insecurities, and sometimes gratingly sarcastic sense of humor, she had no idea why he was still single.

"Not hiding, just watching the sunset," she said, turning again.

"Where's Richard?" He asked as he joined her at the rail.

"With my Dad and their friends, having a celebratory cigar," she said.

"Ah…"

A moment passed.

"They're almost done flipping the room for the reception," he said. "The real party is about to start!"

She let out a half-laugh.

"And are you ready to par-tay?" she asked.

"You know it," he elbowed her. "I'm ready to dance and everything."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Really?"

"Yes, ma'm," he said. "Wanna see?"

He held out his hand for her to take. She gave him a skeptical look but placed her hand in his.

"There's no music."

"Don't need it," he grinned as he pulled her to him.

"One, two, three, one, two, three," he whispered as he moved them effortlessly around the deck.

She gasped slightly, then giggled.

"Wow…"

"Yeah?"

"You always said you didn't know how to dance," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I'm impressed."

"Well," he said, looking a little sheepishly at her, "I've been taking lessons the past six weeks."

"What?" she said, completely surprised. "You're kidding!"

He shook his head.

"I couldn't be dancing like an idiot with the maid of honor on my best friend's wedding day," he said, with his lopsided grin on his face.

She smiled back at him.

"That is so sweet, Chandler," she said softly.

"Yeah, well, don't let it get around," he said as he pulled her a little closer. "I'm glad I'll get at least one dance with you tonight, to justify all the money I spent on the lessons!"

She sighed and they both forgot there was no music. They just kept dancing as the sun fell further into the water.

"I'm sure you'll get more than one," she said, closing her eyes and laying her head lightly against his chest. "Counting this one it's at least two."

He smiled at that.

"I don't know, Richard might want to have them all," he said quietly, as he felt her hair tickle his chin. "It would be hard not to want all the dances with the second most beautiful woman on the boat."

"Second?!" she said pulling away slightly but smiling at him. Her bridesmaid dress was a strapless royal blue evening gown that accentuated all her curves and brought out her eyes beautifully.

It was hard to argue with her, but he teased back…

"Well, there is, ya know, The Bride," he said, emphasizing the last two words.

A voice from the center of the yacht called out her name. It was Richard.

They stepped away from each other just as Richard stepped out onto the deck.

"Hey guys," he said, briefly pausing when he saw them alone together. She gave him a small smile. He cleared his throat.

"The room is ready and the food is out," he said as he snaked an arm around Monica. "Chandler, they're just about ready for your toast, I think."

Chandler tugged on the cuffs of his white dress shirt and smoothed his tie as he started walking back toward the inside of the boat.

"Get ready for the funny from the Chan-Chan Man," he said with a flourish, as Monica and Richard chuckled, following him back inside.

"Earth to Monica," Chandler said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

She blinked a few times and snapped out of her daydream. "Sorry."

"Where were you?" he said, a bemused look on his face.

She cleared her throat.

"Just thinking about Ross and Rachel's wedding," she said, as she picked up her fork.

"Don't worry, I'm sure yours will be better," he teased as he bit down on a potato chip. "Even without the fireworks display."

"I'm not…I wasn't," she started then sighed, exasperated. "Oh, stop."

He grinned.

"So, where is Kathy now?" she asked, before taking a taste of her salad.

"Miami this weekend," he said. Kathy was a cast member on a Broadway show currently touring the country. She was three weeks into a three-month run.

"The tour going well?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said. "I miss her though."

"I know," she said, sympathetically, patting his arm. "Are you getting settled in?"

"Oh yeah. Just trying to figure out what to do with the guest room."

"Maybe make it a guest room?"

He shot her a look. "Or a game room?"

She shot him the same look back. "Or a nursery?"

"Ha," he said. "God no, at least not yet anyway…"

She looked at him, stunned.

"Are you…are you thinking about that already?"

She could have sworn she saw him blush.

"Well, yeah, a little bit," he said, only slightly lying. He'd actually given a lot of thought to Kathy and their future. They'd even started talking about it.

Maybe it was watching his friends get married and getting ready to have kids. Maybe it was being 28 years old. He just wasn't as scared of it anymore.

"So…this is Chandler Bing getting all domesticated," she said, still shocked by his admission.

"Ha ha, yeah, right," he said, as he shrugged, trying to change the subject. "I'm actually going to fly to Miami tomorrow after work. She thinks I'm coming Saturday, but I'm going to surprise her after the performance tomorrow night."

"Oh, that is so sweet!" she gushed. "I'm sure she'll be so excited to see you."

He smiled again. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him. She'd never seen him look so content.

"I'm really happy for you, Chandler," she said, sincerely.

"Aw," he said, placing his hand on hers again. "Thanks, Mon. Looks like, despite every reason to the contrary, there's happy endings all around!"

She smiled and turned her attention back to her salad.

Kathy, she thought, was a lucky, lucky woman.

The next day Chandler ran home and picked up the bag he'd packed the night before and the plane ticket he'd left on top.

He took one last glance around their apartment, to make sure everything was turned off then rushed back out the door.

He had a 6 p.m. flight and it was 3:30 already. He was pushing it to get to Newark on time.

Quickly he locked the door and made his way down the hall.

When the phone started ringing in his apartment he didn't hear it and the answering machine picked up.

"Hey, it's me," Kathy's voice came over the line. "Listen, I know you had plans to come down tomorrow, but I don't think that would be a good idea. We're, um, working on some last minute…changes and I'll just be working all weekend. Maybe we can postpone until we go to Atlanta? I hope you -" beep.

NOTE: A little shorter chapter, I know but a little sooner than expected, maybe? ;) I'm on a bit of a roll now...