After Phoebe met up with Rachel and Monica at the salon, and they all got their hair and make-up done for the wedding, they went back to Rachel and Ross's apartment, to put on their dresses. The guys were still at Phoebe's apartment, and they were going be sure to call them when they were leaving for the wedding, so that the girls could leave afterwards, and not risk having Joey see Phoebe in her dress before the ceremony.

Phoebe was alone in Ross and Rachel's room, and had just put on her dress that the girls had helped her picked out a few weeks ago. She had tried it on only once before. But this was before she had her hair done and her veil on. Looking at her reflection in the mirror gave her butterflies in her stomach. It was all becoming so real. Her heart was already pounding, and the wedding hadn't even started yet. She shut her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, trying to think happy thoughts. "Come on, Phoebe get a hold of yourself." she whispered. "You can do this."

The door suddenly opened. "Pheebs?" Rachel walked in. "Oh...honey, you look... I'm gonna cry." Rachel brought her hand over her mouth. Monica entered the room after her.

"Wow! Phoebe you look gorgeous! Wait until Joey see's you!"

"Awh, you guys look great, too!" she told them. They were wearing beautiful long bridesmaid dresses, the same shade of baby blue. She put an arm around each of them, for a group hug.
"I love you guys."

"We love you, too, Pheebs!"Rachel said, her voice rising with emotion. She wiped her eyes, ensuring her make-up wasn't smeared. "Well, I certainly hope this is water proof mascara, because I just know I'm going to be doing a lot of crying today.
Seriously. Pheebs, I'm so happy for you and Joey. I'm so glad this is finally happening! You must be so excited!"

"Yeah..totally." Phoebe said. She couldn't shake the nervous feeling in her stomach.

Monica looked at her. "You alright, Pheebs? You look a little flush."

"Yeah...uh-huh." Phoebe assured her. "I'm just...really nervous. But in a good way!"

Monica gave her friend a squeeze. "Of course, in a good way. Oh! Rach, what time is it?"

Rachel turned around, looking at her alarm clock on the night stand. "It's only 9:45. They guys haven't called yet. We're good. Ooh, should we open the champagne?"

Phoebe felt another knot in her stomach at the mention of champagne. Monica nodded, excitedly and left the room. She came back a moment later with a bottle of champagne and 3 glasses.

"Ok, grab a glass." Carefully, Monica popped the bottle open, not wanting to ruin her nails, or get any on the floor. She filled the first glass and handed it to Phoebe. After she filled her and Rachel's glasses, she held hers up.

"To Phoebe and Joey!" she toasted. They clinked their glasses and Monica and Rachel both started to drink emptying their glasses quickly. Phoebe looked at hers, hesitantly. She decided not to drink it, hoping the girls wouldn't notice.

"Ok," Monica started to say. She looked at Phoebe. "Pheebs, you didn't drink yours."

"Yeah, come on, Pheebs." Rachel said.

"Oh, uhm.." Phoebe paused. "..No thanks. I don't want any."

"Why not?" Rachel asked. "It's really good! It's the same stuff we had at my wedding, the kind you liked so much."

"Yeah, we got it especially for you, Pheebs."

Phoebe gave a nervous chuckle. "It's just, it's 9'o clock in the morning, you know? I mean, what are we, raging alcoholics?"

"Phoebe, it's one glass of champagne! Just drink it!" Monica demanded.

"Yeah, come on!" Rachel agreed.

"Oh...well, alright." Phoebe lifted the glass to her lips, quickly, but didn't drink any. "There. Happy?"

"You didn't drink it!" Monica pointed out.

Rachel crossed her arms, suddenly, and looked Phoebe up and down, suspiciously. "What's going on, Phoebe?"

"N-nothing." Phoebe assured her.

"Then why won't you drink the champagne?"

"Yes. Drink it!" Monica insisted, taking the glass from Phoebe and holding it up close to her face.

Once Phoebe caught the scent of the alcohol, the sensation in her stomach got noticeably worse. It wasn't just butterflies, anymore. It was serious business. She knew what was about to happen.

"Drink, it! Drink, Phoebe, drink it!" Rachel and Monica were both yelling at her now.

"I CAN'T HANDLE THIS PRESSURE!" she yelled over their voices. She felt a gag reflex in her throat, and shoved past them, running into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. After it was over, she felt a lot better, and flushed the toilet.

She stood up and rinsed her mouth out under the sink. She saw Monica and Rachel watching her from the door way, with concerned expressions.

"Oh God, did you get any on your dress!?" Monica asked.

"No.." Phoebe told her. "Thank God."

Rachel stepped into the bathroom, eying her again. "Pheebs, there is something going on, isn't there?"

Phoebe turned around, facing her. "I don't know what you're talking about. I think..maybe I'm coming down with something. Yeah. Stay away, you don't wanna catch it!"

"You seemed fine yesterday." Rachel pointed out with a shrug.

"Well...that happens."

Rachel suddenly reached over and put her hand on Phoebe's chest. She shrank back, feeling a sharp pain where her hand was. "OWW! Why would you do that!?"

Rachel gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my God.."

"What?" Monica asked.

"Phoebe's pregnant!" Rachel told her. Monica gave gasp.

"What!? No! No I'm not!" Phoebe cried, defensively.

"She is! She definitely is!" Rachel insisted. "No alcohol, throwing up in the morning, sore boobs...Phoebe, I was pregnant once, remember? Now are you going to try and tell me that there isn't a little Tribbiani growing inside you right now?"

Phoebe let out a sigh, knowing the gig was up. "Yes, there is.."

"Oh my God!" Monica cried. "Pheebs! How long have you known!?"

"Well..I kinda had an idea about a week ago. Last night, I took a pregnancy test, and...it was positive."

"Oh.." Rachel looked like she was about to cry again. She gave Phoebe a hug. "Sweetie, this is so great! Does Joey know?"

"Uhm...no."

Rachel and Monica both stared. "No? What?"

She felt tears of regret sting her eyes. "I keep trying to tell him, but..it's so hard, you know? It's scary! And now, I just feel terrible about not telling him. I mean, we're about to get married, and he doesn't know!"

"Phoebe, what's so bad about that?" Monica asked, placing her hand on her shoulder. "Why are you afraid to tell him?"

"Because!" Phoebe grabbed some tissue, and wiped her eyes. "I don't know...I'm just afraid that he's gonna..you know, freak out, or...worse."

Rachel took Phoebe's hands. "Honey, listen," she said. "The only thing I could imagine Joey doing if you told him, is getting excited. You know why? Because he loves you!"

"She's right." Monica told her.

"I know.." Phoebe said. "It's just..." she paused, blinking back more tears. "I keep thinking about Mike and how everything just..y'know went to shit with our relationship. I mean, if I had told Mike that I was pregnant, I bet anything he would have been long gone before it was even born. He wouldn't want anything to do with me, or the baby. I just...I don't want to do anything to screw this up, because what Joey and I have is so perfect, you guys. I love him so much. I can't imagine not having him in my life!"

Monica pulled Phoebe into a hug, holding her tightly, until she was calm. Rachel put her arms around both of them, as well.

"Phoebe, it's going to be ok. I promise you that." Rachel said, with her arm still around Phoebe. "Honey, Joey is not Mike. Far from it. And he loves you so much, I can see it. He's never loved anyone as much as he loves you."

"Yeah," Monica agreed. "Pheebs, he would never leave you. He loves kids! And more importantly, he loves you. Besides, if he ran away after you told him, I would personally hunt him down and beat the ever-loving crap out of him!"

Phoebe laughed, feeling better already. "Thanks, you guys."

"I think you should tell him." Rachel said. "As soon as possible."

"I'm not going to see him until the wedding.." Phoebe pointed out.

"So tell him, then. The sooner the better, right. Pheebs, I guarantee you that you will feel so much better after you tell him! And this is only the beginning. You've got so much to look forward to, from this day on. You and Joey,
both."

"Awh.." Phoebe said, giving them both a hug again. "You know, I don't know if this is the hormones talking or what, but I love you both so much."

"We love you, Pheebs." Monica told her. "You're going to be fine, trust me. Come on. Let's go fix your make-up."

Joey had just finished putting his tuxedo on, when Chandler and Ross showed up. They were already wearing theirs. The plan was that they would get ready at Joey and Phoebe's while the girls were out and then show up before them to the church. He rushed over to the door, when he heard them knock.

"Hey guys." He let them in.

"Hey, Joe. Looking good, man!" Ross said. "So you ready to do this?"

Joey sighed, and gave a shrug. "I guess."

Chandler reached out, patting his best friend on the back. "Ah, don't be nervous, man. This is great! Now all three of us are going to get to suffer together as married men! We could start a club."

Ross shot him a look. "Hey, it's not that bad. I mean, we all happened picked some pretty great women to marry."

"That is true." Joey said, nodding in agreement. He went over to the fridge, grabbing three bottles of beer for him and his friends, before he went and sat down in his lounger in the living room. Chandler and Ross joined him.

"I dunno, guys.." Joey said, twisting off the cap of his bottle. "I'm not really that nervous about the wedding. What I'm nervous about is Phoebe.."

"Phoebe?" Ross repeated. "How come?"

Joey shrugged again. "I dunno. she's been acting..a little weird over the past week or so. Is that normal?"

"Well, depends what you mean by weird," Chandler said. "Because Phoebe's always been a little weird. Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long to notice."

Ross hit Chandler in the arm for his inappropriate comment. "What do you mean, Joe? What has she been doing?"

Joey took a deep breath. "Well...Sometimes she gets kinda stressed out or upset whenever I bring up the wedding. It's almost like...like she doesn't want to go through with
it anymore. At least that's what I'm worried about."

"Awh, come on, dude." Chandler said. "Why would Phoebe not want to marry you? Hell, she practically jumped at the chance, years before you guys were even dating!"

Joey nodded. "Yeah, I guess. She keeps saying its just nerves. I think maybe she could be coming down with something, too. Like yesterday morning? All I did was ask her if the catering company we hired is gonna be serving roast ham, and she ran out of the room and threw up!"

"Well, she doesn't eat meat, Joe." Ross pointed out.

"That's what I thought at first, too, but then..I found this little box of thermometer things in the bathroom cabinet. One of them had a happy face on it. So, maybe that means she's not sick."

Ross was taking a drink of beer, and paused, mid-gulp. He and Chandler looked at each other. "A thermometer?" he said. "With a happy face on it? Joey, a-are you sure it was a thermometer?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. At least that's what it looked like to me. Hang on, I think it's still kicking around somewhere. I'll see if I can find it." Joey got up and went into the bathroom.

"Aha. Here it is." he called a moment later. He walked out, holding a small white device. Ross and Chandler exchanged another worried glance. They both knew what it was, but Joey, apparently, didn't.

"There's a whole box of them, but this one's already open, and it has a happy face on it." Joey held it up close, to get a better look at it. "Hm, I think it's broken. Let's see if it works."

"NO! NO!" Both Chandler and Ross lept from the couch to stop Joey from putting it in his mouth.

"Dude!" Chandler said. "It's not a thermometer!"

"What is it, then?" Joey asked, him, confused by all the commotion.

"It's a stick, that you pee on when you.." he paused. "Ross, you tell him."

"Alright, uhm..Joey, that's a pregnancy test."

Joey nodded. "Ohh." his eyes grew wider after a moment. "Oh! Oh my God! Well..what does it say!?"

Chandler took it from him and looked at it. "Well, it's a happy face. So, it's good news, like, 'Hey! Congratulations! You're not pregnant!'."

"Wait," Ross interrupted. "Wouldn't the happy face mean that she IS pregnant?"

"I don't know!" Joey cried. He had become very anxious to find out what was going on. "Uhh.. oh! I know! I'll grab another one, and one of us can pee on it! That way we'll know for sure what the happy face means!"

Ross looked at him. "OR. We could just, y'know, read the instructions on the box!"

"Oh, yeah, good thinkin'." Joey said. He went back into the bathroom and grabbed the box out of the cabinet, his hand shaking. He handed to to Chandler.

"I can't look..." he told him. "What does it say?"

"Alright, uhm.." Chandler began reading off the box. "'If a smiley face appears on the indicator, Congratulations, there is a high chance you ARE pregnant. Oh..." He looked up at Joey, waiting for his reaction.

Joey couldn't say anything at first. He was so overwhelmed with emotion, and so full of questions. "Phoebe's pregnant? Sh-she's gonna have a baby?" he said. He walked back over to his chair and sat down. He needed a moment to let this sink in. "Oh my God.." he mumbled, he put his head in his hands, breathing deeply.

"Well...you know, these things aren't always accurate, Joey." Ross told him. "But if she's throwing up in the morning, like you said...I'd say there's a good chance she is."

Joey looked up at his friends after a few moments. "Why wouldn't she tell me something like this? I mean..we're getting married! How did this happen?"

Chandler walked over, sitting down on the couch. "Well, I don't exactly know the answer to your first question..and do you really need me to explain the second one?"

"Joey, look.." Ross said, sitting down next to Chandler. "there are a number of reasons she might not want to tell you. I mean Rachel was afraid to tell me at first when she found out about Emma."

"But you guys weren't even together." Joey pointed out. "Phoebe tells me everything!"

"I know," Ross went on. "But girls are weird about things like that, sometimes, Joe. I mean, some guys would hear news like this, and they'd just run in the other direction, you know?"

Joey looked up. "I would never do that to Phoebe. She knows that."

"Look, try to see it from her point of view." Chandler said. "Her father left her. Her step-dad was taken away from her, her first husband basically abandoned her her for his career. I mean you must see how this is a little bit scary for her."

Joey took a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. It all made sense now. They way she had been acting, lately. All he wanted right now was for her to know that he wasn't going to leave her, but he knew he wouldn't be able to speak to her until the wedding.

"Hey, Joey?" Chandler said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "If it means anything to you, I wanna say congratulations. I mean, being a dad is really one of the coolest things there is."

"Yeah. He's right, it is. " Ross said, nodding. He patted Joey on the back. "You'll be great at it, Joe."

Joey lifted his head, and smiled a little. "You think so?"

"Yeah, sure you will." Chandler agreed.

"It's gonna be one good-looking kid, that's for sure." Joey he said with a laugh. The more Joey thought about the positive aspects of this, the happier he felt. He was going to be a father. He could hardly believe it. He sat there, thinking about the baby that was going to change his life. Thinking about Phoebe, too. She was going to be such a great mother. They were going to have a family. The more he thought about it, the harder it was for him to hold back tears of joy, in front of his friends.

He felt Chandler's hand on his shoulder again. "I hate to spoil the moment, fellas, but it's almost that time. Joey..are you ready to marry that woman?"

Joey's smile grew. "Hell yeah, I am." He finished his beer and rose to his feet, taking a deep breath. He was a good kind of anxious, now. He really couldn't wait to be with Phoebe.

A Few Hours Later

There were seperate rooms in the church that they were in, preparing for the ceremony, which was only minutes away. The guys were in one downstairs, as far away from the girls as possible. The rehersal had gone perfectly, yesterday. But Phoebe and Joey decided not to read their vows to each other until the actual wedding. Whilst sitting alone in the room, Phoebe had taken out a pen and was making a few minor changes to hers. When she was done, she looked up at herself in the mirror that was on the wall. She breathed, deeply. 'This is scary now,' she thought. 'But once it's over, everything is going to be ok. It will.'

Her bridesmaids entered the room, one last time. "Ok, Pheebs.." Rachel said. "It's almost time for us to go." She gave Phoebe a hug, from behind the chair she was sat in. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine.." Phoebe admitted. "I don't feel like I'm going to throw up, anymore."

The door opened again, and Frank Jr. walked in. He was giving Phoebe away in place of their father, who unsurprisingly, didn't show up. "Hey there, sis!"

"Hey, Frank." she smiled, as she stood up and gave her younger brother a hug. "Thank you so much for doing this. It means so much."

"Hey, no problem. You're my big sister, and I love you! Besides, I missed your first wedding. There's no way I was gonna miss this one!"

"Ha.." Phoebe said, awkwardly. "Yeah, funny how that worked out, huh?"

Frank put his hand on her arm, sympathetically. "Hey, by the way...You know, I didn't get a chance to know the last guy you were with too well, but it sounds to me like he was a real douche."

All three of the girls laughed. "He kinda was." Phoebe said.

Frank Jr. shrugged. "I feel bad about it. Maybe if I had been there to give him, you know..'the brother talk', about not messing with my sister, he wouldn't have treated you so badly."

Phoebe shrugged. "Yeah, well, don't worry about it. I'm glad it's over, to be honest."

"Yeah, don't worry Frank." Rachel said. "She's got a much better guy now. He's going to treat her and the baby like gold."

Monica smacked her in the arm. "Rachel!" she hissed.

Frank Jr.'s eyebrows raised. "Baby?" she looked from Rachel and Monica to Phoebe, who nodded, and shrugged.

"Oh, sis! I had no idea you were having a baby! Wow!" he gave her another hug. "Congratulations! And I'm going to be an Uncle! This is so cool!" His smile quickly disappears. "Woah, wait...now I think I definitely need to have a talk with this guy! I mean, I'd do anything for your kid, Phoebe. I owe you three of mine!"

"Woah...no, wait." Phoebe started to say. "That's not a good idea, you see..."

"No, no, don't worry, Phoebe, I'ma go easy on him. I'm just gonna tell this Chandler guy,"

"Joey." Monica corrected. "Chandler is MY husband."

"Joey, right...I'm gonna tell him that he better man up and be a good husband to you, and a good father, or else I'm gonna kick him in the balls!"

"Frank, wait, you can't...Frank!" Phoebe called after her brother, but he was already out of the room. She looked back at her friends. "Oh, no."

Much like Phoebe, Joey was on the other side of the church, giving himself a pep-talk, and trying to focus on what was about to happen. He wasn't sure how he was going to tell Phoebe that he knew about the baby, but
he supposed it would be best to wait until after the ceremony. What worried him, was the idea that if she was too scared to tell him about it, then maybe she would be too scared to go through with the wedding.

"Hey," Chandler said to Joey. "We need to get going, man. They need us out there in a few minutes. You ready."

Joey nodded. "I think so."

Ross pounded him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. "Hey, you got this, man. Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine."

They were about to leave, when Frank Jr. stormed through the door.

"Oh, hey, Frank." Ross said. "Shouldn't you be with Phoebe right now?"

Frank Jr. ignored him, and shoved his finger in Ross's face. "Alright...listen here, Joey!"

Ross stood there, in confusion for a moment before he moved Frank's arm so it was pointing at Joey.

"Dude.." Joey said. "You've met me a bunch of times."

"Right, thanks man.." Frank said. "You!" he pointed at Joey. "You better treat my sister good! You better make her happy, and most of all, you better not leave her, like the last guy did!"

"Whoa..alright, listen, Frank..I think I know what this is all about." Joey told him. "Look...I promise you that I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt Phoebe, or even make her sad. I love that girl more than anything. I'd do anything for her."

After a minute, Frank seemed to calm down. "Alright..good. I was just making sure. No hard feelings, man." He held his hand out, and Joey accepted it.

"Hey, no problem. I'm glad that you're looking out for her. You're a good brother. Listen, uh...could you do me a favor? I'm not supposed to talk to her before the wedding, so do you think you could pass on a message for me?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, tell her..." Joey paused. "Tell her that...everything is going to be ok, and..that I love her very much. And..well, I guess I'll tell her the rest at the ceremony."

"Yeah, I can do that." Frank agreed. "No problem. I guess I'll see you guys out there."

"See ya, Frank." Ross and Chandler both said.

"Nice guy.." Chandler remarked, after he left. "Bit of temper. I can see where Phoebe gets it."

Joey grinned at his comment, and slapped his friend on the back. He took a deep breath. "Alright, guys. This is it.."

He walked with them outside, so that they, and the bridesmaids could stand at the alter. His head was swarming with emotions right now. He was a little scared, a little anxious, but mostly, he was just happy. For over a year now, he had wanted nothing more than to be Phoebe's husband. And in a few minutes, that was about to happen. At least he hoped so.

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed my last chapter! It means so much to me! I'm having so much fun writing this story! Obviously, there is going to be one more chapter, maybe even two more, we'll see how it turns out. In the mean time, stay
tuned! And reviews on this chapter would be greatly appreciated! I'd love to know what you guys think! :D