A/N: Dun - Dun! Wedding Bells.

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I'll be sixty years old
Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I'll be sixty years old

SEVEN YEARS / LUKAS GRAHAM

CHAPTER THREE

The Next Morning

"I'm getting married today!" Monica yells, falling on the floor. "I'm okay!" She raises her arms up, signalling she is okay.

Chandler enters, "Is everything okay, Mon?" he asks, concerned.

"Yes, tt's just wedding jitters." she lies.

"Well," he adjusts his tie. "Ross said Emily is coming for the wedding" he reports.

"Yes!" Joey exclaims.

Ross comes in with Emily. "Hi everybody." she says.

Emily, you are here, we missed you!" Rachel says and gives her a hug.

"I can't believe my best friend and little sister are getting married today!" Ross exclaims in a happy mood.

"Easy." Emily pats his shoulders and leads him over to the couch, "Let's get you something to eat."

"I can't believe it!" He repeats.

"Cheese plate?" She asks, ignoring him.

He nods and grabs a cracker.

"Pepperoni!" Joey squeals.

"This is hard to express in words but you are my soulmate, the love of my life and future father of my children." Monica says, reciting her vows.

"You are my soulmate too and I can't believe we are having a baby." Chandler recites too. Everybody goes into shock when he says the last word.

"Repeat after me. I Monica." The minister says.

"I Monica." She nods.

"Take Chandler to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health." He finishes.

"I do." She smiles, looking at him with nothing but love.

"And Chandler," the minster directed for him to go on.

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride." The minister smiles and they passionately kiss.

Rachel, Phoebe, and Joey grin.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Short chapter once again but next chapter is going to be longer and hopefully fun.