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I used to think that a woman giving birth was pretty gross and something that I never wanted to be a part of.

But this was different. This was the most magical thing that I have ever witnessed. Monica is the strongest woman I know. When the labor started out, it wasn't so bad. We were laughing, talking and we even watched an episode of "The Big Bang Theory" to help get Monica's mind off everything. Then it seems that as time went on, the worse and worse the contractions got. She wasn't able to talk anymore. Still, she kept saying no to anything that would help ease the pain. I still don't know how she did it. We did a lot of walking and even tried a bath at one point. But our baby did clearly not want to make an entrance into this world. It was a whole 24 hours before it was even time to start pushing.

The look on Monica's face when the nurse finally said it was time, was a mixture of excitement and pure exhaustion.

Once she started pushing, it was another hour before she was finally out.

When they placed her on Monica's chest it was certainly love at first sight for the both of us. I still can't believe that she's here. She's actually here. And she's ours.

She was born weighing 6 lbs. 6 oz. And only 19 inches long. She's so tiny. And perfect of course.

I'm sure all of London is outside of the hospital, wanting to see her. We want to keep her hidden for as long as possible. We aren't ready for the world to see her yet. Or even know her name for that matter. My mother says that it's tradition for the royal baby to be shown off to London when leaving the hospital. We don't want to do that though. Especially Monica. She wasn't raised in this lifestyle. And I refuse to make her do something that she isn't ready to do just yet.

I look down at our little bundle of joy that's in my arms. It's so crazy to me that she's really here.

"She's perfect Mon."

Monica smiles at me. "I don't think I have ever been so happy and tired at the same time before."

She's starting to act like she's hungry, so I place her in Monica's arms. And I was right, she was eating in what seemed like seconds.

Our parents have already seen her and we facetimed Ross and Rachel. Rachel's too pregnant to fly out for the birth. The doctor and nurses are finally gone. So this is the first time we have been alone with our baby since she was born. It feels nice. Just the three of us.

"I don't want to live in the palace." I blurt out.

Monica looks up from the baby and over at me with a confused look on her face. "What?"

I honestly didn't know I would say this either. "Mon, I love that it's just the three of us right now. If we live in the palace that will never happen. And paparazzi will get a lot worse. They are going to want to get as much pictures as possible as the baby. It's not safe. They already chase us. Imagine how bad it's going to be with a baby. I don't want it. There are people in line for the crown anyway. Let's move to America. To New York."

Monica still looks shocked. "Are you serious?"

I nod my head. "I am very serious honey. I want to live in America with you. I want our baby to have a normal childhood like you did. I don't want her to grow up like this. Not this lifestyle. There are beautiful homes in the suburbs. Let's do it."

"You've really been giving this a lot of thought haven't you?"

I put my hand on our daughter's head, feeling her soft hair. "For a few months I have been going back and forth with the idea. It hasn't been until meeting this baby, that I have been sure."

She reaches over and puts her hand on mine. "Then let's do it. Let's move."

I smile. "Really?"

She leans in and I lean in the rest of the way to kiss her. "On one condition Chandler Bing."

"Anything."

"Marry me." She tells me quietly.

My heart skips a beat and I pull a box out of my pocket. "I was waiting for the right time to ask."

She bites her lip and laughs. "Oh no, I ruined it didn't I?"

"No not at all. I just wasn't sure when to do it. But I guess now is the best time."

I go to get on one knee but she stops me. "Honey, we are in a hospital, the floor is hard and cold. You don't have to."

"Hey this will be the one and only time that I propose. I am doing this the right way." I get down on one knee. Even though I know she wants to get married, I am still beyond nervous right now.

"Monica, I love you and our sweet baby. I can't imagine my life without you. Please make me the happiest man alive by marrying me and moving to America with me."

She laughs, tears in her eyes. "Yes. Of course yes."

I put the ring on her finger and I realize I am crying too. Maybe we're crying because we're so happy or because we're sleep deprived. I think it's a little of both.

Regardless, we will be so happy. Monica, myself and baby Isabella.