A/N - Thank you very much for your reviews on the last chapter. I'm glad you liked it. I have another chapter written, but I think I'm going to change it a little. Anyway, there will be one or two more chapters after this one, and an epilogue. I actually have most of the epilogue finished. I just need to fix what comes between this and that... Please let me know what you think of this chapter...

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The Gift

Chapter Fifteen - A Dream Come True

"Finally asleep," Monica sighed. It was after midnight already, and she had finally gotten Savannah to go back to sleep. The babies were now five weeks old, and the new parents were quickly adjusting to life with crying babies, dirty diapers, and late night feedings. Monica crawled into bed beside Chandler, and he wrapped her up in his arms. She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes. "Good night, Chandler," she yawned.

"Good night, Mon," he replied. He watched her for a few minutes before he finally closed his eyes. They had both missed a lot of sleep lately, but he never heard Monica complain. He didn't complain either, but sometimes he wished that he didn't have to get out of bed every few hours nearly every night. But having two perfect daughters more than made up for the lack of sleep. They'd been through so much to finally get to this point, and he wouldn't trade it for anything. Neither of them would.

Two hours later, Monica woke up to the sound of two crying babies. She tried to push Chandler's arms off of her, but he stopped her.

"I'll go," he said and got out of bed. "You sleep," he continued before walking out of their bedroom and into the nursery.

"Hey, you two. Mom and Dad are tryin' to sleep in there," he said, taking Savannah out of her crib. She almost instantly stopped crying when she was in her father's arms. Chandler walked the short distance to Abby's crib and carefully picked her up. He'd gotten pretty good at having two babies in his arms at once, when there was a time that he had been afraid to hold even one. Abby's crying also began to get quieter, and Chandler sat down in the rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth.

He smiled when Savannah looked up at him and yawned. "You look just like your mommy," he laughed quietly, then looked over to see that Abby was already sleeping again. "Sometimes I think you two are just waking us up to make sure we're still here," he chuckled. "I promise. We're not going anywhere."

"You can say that again."

Chandler looked up from the babies to see Monica leaning against the door frame in her robe, her arms crossed over her chest. "I thought I told you to sleep," he said, watching as Monica walked over to the rocking chair.

"Yeah, but the baby monitor is still on in our room, and I could hear you guys," she informed him and leaned over to pick up Abby. "Besides, I like to be around to witness these father-daughter moments when I can," she smiled. Abby began to stir in her arms, so Monica gently rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down, but it didn't seem to work. "She wants her daddy," Monica yawned, placing the baby back on Chandler's free arm. They obviously loved their mother, but both babies were definitely Daddy's little girls. And Chandler loved it.

"Honey, you really need sleep. I didn't mean to wake you up. I can handle this. We're fine, aren't we girls?" he said, looking back at the babies in his arms. The only response he got was a yawn from Savannah. "Yeah, we're good," he smiled, looking back at Monica.

"Chandler, you need sleep just as much as I do." She picked up Savannah this time and nestled the baby in her arms. The baby looked at her mother briefly, then closed her eyes. "You know, I think you're right," she said, looking back at Chandler.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"I think they really are waking us up just to make sure we're still around. They just want to be held," she said, caressing the baby's cheek gently with her finger.

Chandler smiled at the sight of the mother and daughter together, then got up to stand in front of Monica. She looked up at him and he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "Do you think it's safe to put them back in bed?"

"Yeah. I think so," she replied and stepped over to Savannah's crib, then carefully put the baby down. "Good night, girls," she whispered as she walked out of the room with Chandler.

Minutes later, they were back in their bed, snuggled up to each other. Chandler kissed the back of Monica's neck. "I love you, Monica."

"I love you, too."

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"How did you sleep?" Chandler asked the next morning when Monica entered the living room, yawning. It was almost eight, and Chandler was already up. He had Savannah in his lap, feeding her, and Abby was lying on the couch next to him. He was using his other hand to feed her.

"Very well," she replied and walked over to pick up the baby that was lying beside him. She took the spot where the baby had been and sat down with Chandler. "I don't think I've slept that much since the babies were born... Why didn't you wake me up? I know it's not easy taking care of these two by yourself."

"You needed the sleep. Besides, I'm not working today, so I thought I'd let you take it easy. Mon, you've been going nonstop since we brought the babies home from the hospital. You more than deserve a break."

"Chandler, I don't want a break. I want to be a mom. I'm lucky to have them, and I want to do this. I know it sounds weird, but I kind of like being exhausted all the time. It lets me know that I'm doing everything I can for them."

"But you can't do everything, and you don't need to. That's what I'm here for. Being exhausted all the time is not good for you. And you need to start saving some of your energy for planning our wedding," he said, smiling at her.

"Yeah... I guess you're right," she agreed reluctantly.

"Hey, I'm always right," he smirked, then frowned when she glared at him. "Or not."

Monica finished feeding Abby and took her over to the playpen on the other side of the living room and carefully placed her in it. Chandler followed with Savannah.

"You know, I was just thinking about something," Chandler said, turning to look at Monica. He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, placing a tender kiss on each of them. "I still haven't gotten to put a ring on your finger."

"No, you haven't," Monica smiled and pulled the chain that the engagement ring had been hanging on out of her nightgown, then took it off her neck. She handed it to him, and he took the ring off of the chain, then got down on one knee. "Are you going to propose again?" Monica asked, smiling down at him.

"Well... I just want to make sure you haven't changed your mind," he grinned. "Now that you've been through labor and delivery, I thought your opinion of me might have changed a little," he teased, then held the ring up so she could see it. "Monica Geller, will you please be my wife?"

"Yes, Chandler, I'll be your wife," she replied and watched as he slipped the ring onto her finger. "Thank goodness it fits this time," she laughed as he kissed her left hand again, then stood up and pulled her into a hug. "You've proposed to me three times now," she observed. "I have to tell you, there was a time when I didn't think you'd ever do that once - to anybody," she said, holding him tightly. "There was also a time when I didn't think you'd ever want to be a father... But I guess you've proven me wrong several times," she laughed lightly, and pulled away a little so she could kiss him.

"You see? I proved you wrong. I guess that means I am always right, huh?" he teased.

"Well... Maybe sometimes," she grinned. "But not always."

"Okay. Sometimes is better than never," he conceded. "Now. I think we should probably talk about a wedding date. And don't think that we have to do it right away. I want you to take all the time you need to make sure this is the wedding you've always dreamed of."

"Chandler, even if I'm wearing a bathrobe with a baby on each hip, it will still be the wedding I've always dreamed of. The only thing I need to make it perfect is you," she smiled at him, then continued. "Marrying the man that I love more than I've ever loved anyone is my dream come true."