Disclaimer: Just so we're clear, I still don't own friends, but wouldn't it be cool if I did?

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been updating guys but I'm back and hoping for some reviews

Rachel was sitting in the room she shared with Ross and looking at her stomach, still no sign of the life that was growing inside of her. She was only four weeks, just long enough to be detected. She had found out at a doctor's appointment the day after Ross had proposed to her and since then they'd been planning a quick wedding, she wanted to officially be a Geller before they welcomed their next child into the world. Still, there were two small problems that had to be addressed. Their friends still didn't know about Rachel's pregnancy and another little secret was still hanging in the air. Rachel had received another out of country job offer, this time in London and it really was her dream job.

It had been offered up just days after she got off the plane to Paris and had come home, and almost as if on cue the moment after she'd told Ross, the universe had decided to throw a really big curve and Ross had been offered a position as a professor at Oxford University in England, they'd both been so overjoyed that they had accepted their new positions without a second thought. They were due to leave by the end of summer, which was rapidly approaching. They would be leaving the week after their wedding, and the only real reason they weren't already gone was because they weren't about to deprive everyone of the chance to see them get married or to see the looks on their faces when they were told that Rachel was once again expecting.

So as Rachel slowing dragged her eyes away from her stomach she resumed packing the box that was opened at her feet. Slowly she packed up all of the pictures of her small family. There were pictures that made her smile (like the ones of all of them at Central Perk and the pictures taken of Ross, herself, Ben, and Emma at the hospital after her daughter was born) and pictures that made her cry (the ones of her parents and herself after the split and the ones of Ross's previous wedding that while the bride was absent still brought up old bad memories).

Ross came in just as she was placing the last frame in bubble wrap and putting it gently into the cardboard box.

"Hey sweetie," he began. "Getting a head start on the packing?"

"Yeah," she answered as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "There's just so much to do. We leave for England in just a month and a half, we still have to finish getting the wedding preparations done and we have our first doctor's appointment for little Baby Geller in just a few days."

"Hey, we can handle this. Besides, all of the things that are going on in our lives right now are good things."

"You're right, I'm just nervous. I don't want to mess up being a wife, or a fashion executive or a mother. Speaking of that last one have you talked to Carol and Susan recently about the relocation?"

"I did and they're both looking for jobs in England to see if they can't make the move with us, it will kill me if they can't."

"I know honey, I know. So let's just hope for the best. Did you make the offer on the manor in London yet?"

"I did, I'm just waiting to hear back from our realtor to see if we got the house and if we did then great, if not then we'll just stay at a hotel for the first month or so while we continue looking."

"Okay," she said as she taped up the box and stood to give him a quick hug and a kiss. "I'm going out to look at dresses with Monica, Phoebe, and Mindy. We'll be back sometime around eight, does that sound alright to you?"

"Yeah, that works out great, I'm taking the guys tuxedo shopping tonight as well. Are you taking Emma or are we dropping her off at your mom's place?"

"I'm taking her with me, we have to find a dress for our flower girl," she responded with a warm laugh.

"Sounds good, I'm taking Ben with me as well so this is going to be great."

"Yeah, sounds like a good plan to me. Oh, but if I do come home with a dress, you can't see it. So stay away from the hall closet until our wedding day."

"But that's where we keep the towels! How am I supposed to shower?"

"I'll bring you a towel, but its bad luck to see the dress before the big day."

"Don't you think we've had all the bad luck that we're going to have by this point?"

"Well I don't want to risk it so please if you really and truly love me, just please stay away from that closet."

"Fine, but only because I really and truly love you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Monica, Phoebe and Mindy all showed up in five minutes and Rachel scooped Emma up into her arms and they filed into Rachel's new SUV, which she'd only caved into buying after she realized that she didn't really want two babies being hauled around in a cab in a foreign country.

They finally got to the boutique and one of Rachel's old contacts from Bloomingdales who had gone on to work there came to assist them.

"Hey Rachel," said Sophie. "Gearing up for the big day?"

"Yes I am, and I'm excited to find the perfect dresses," she said, already scanning the room.

"Well I'm here to help you decide in any way that I can," Sophie replied enthusiastically as she pulled a long, white, and strapless dress of one of the many racks in the store. "I think this one would suit you perfectly to be honest."

Rachel held out her hands for the dress and as she looked at it she began to cry. If this fits, she thought, I won't even have to keep looking, this feels like the one.

"Can I try it on?" Rachel asked Sophie.

"Of course you can, the bridal fitting room is back here."

Rachel got into the dressing room and quickly shed her street clothes and carefully put on the delicate wedding dress. It fit her like a glove, hugging the curve of her waist in just the right way and slowly flaring out towards the bottom. It was a simple, classy dress, but it made Rachel feel like a princess. She stepped out of the dressing room and looked at the faces of her friends and daughter.

"Mama looks beautiful doesn't she Emma?" Monica cooed to her niece.

"Mama pwetty!" exclaimed the small child.

"What about the rest of you?" Rachel asked, the tears slowly starting to fall down her cheeks. "Do I look like a bride? Do I look like the future Mrs. Geller?"

"Rachel, you look fabulous," Mindy gushed.

Everyone else just nodded, stunned into silence, that was definitely the dress.