~*Hello all! Thanks for reviewing! Today is senior skip day (yay!) and so before my friends and I go out to lunch (All-you-can-eat Pizza Hut lunch buffet, greatest thing known to man) I thought that I would finish this and post it. So enjoy and review one more time. Thanks~*

Disclaimer: So, whilst I enjoy my pizza, I will make it known that I don't own the characters.

"What were you going to say?" Chandler prompted. Monica smiled at him. A reassuring smile.

"I was going to say, that not yet, but eventually, yes, I will be ready to get married."

"But not yet?'

"Not yet," she confirmed and leaned in and kissed him. "Don't worry, you will be the first to know when I am ready."

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear."

"Mommy," Heidi interrupted pulling on Monica's sleeve.

"Yes?"

"The clowns are on," Heidi pointed to below where there were indeed clowns coming out of a small car. "Don't you love the clowns?" She did. She loved that they made her laugh. She needed to laugh. She wanted Heidi to laugh, and learn that life was made of laughter and, unfortunately, some tears.

"They are my favorites," she told her daughter and kissed the top of her head.

"I don't like them," Chandler confessed.

"I know," Monica giggled.

"They give me the creeps," he whispered over Heidi's head. Monica couldn't help but laugh and he laughed along with her. Okay, he thought, if they make her laugh, maybe clowns aren't so bad.

"Are you going to marry my mommy?" Heidi asked suddenly when her and Chandler had gone out for the day to a baseball game. She was sitting in the seat next to him kicking her feet wearing the Yankees cap he had gotten for her.

"I don't know," Chandler admitted. "Would you be okay with that?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "I like you better than my first daddy anyway." Chandler almost wanted to laugh and do his famed dance, but controlled himself. He took the adult route.

"He's still your father Heidi," he told her.

"But he was mean to Mommy." Kids never miss anything, Chandler thought. How did she know that? Monica had been good about not crying in front of her little girl. She had tried her best to be strong when Heidi was around. Chandler didn't know what to say to that. She was right. He had been mean to Monica.

"Would you like some ice cream?" Heidi thought about this for a moment.

"Cotton candy," she decided and they left their seats and Chandler picked her up and carried her to the stand.

"Two cotton candies," he told the woman who smiled as she handed it to Heidi.

"Your daughter is adorable sir," the woman commented as Chandler place Heidi down and pulled his wallet out.

"Oh," he was about to tell her that she wasn't his and then changed his mind. "Thanks." He looked down at the little girl who was the spitting image of her mother. He picked Heidi up again and went back to their seats. Chandler began trying to explain the game to her.

"See that man?" He pointed to the batter. "He has to hit the ball as hard as he can with that wooden stick."

"Why?"

"That's the point of the game."

"Why?"

"Because it is."

"Why?" Chandler could see that this game could go on for a long time and just laughed and changed the subject. When they got back to the penthouse, they found Monica going over paperwork concerning her restaurant and she smiled when the two came in.

"Mommy!" Heidi ran to her mother who scooped her up and kissed her cheek.

"Darling, you are all sticky," Monica exclaimed.

"Cotton candy," Heidi grinned.

"Let's go get you a bath," Monica said and put Heidi down. "Go upstairs and tell Mary that you need a bath and that I will be there in a second." Heidi nodded and ran up the stairs. "Thanks for taking her to the baseball game."

"It was no problem," Chandler told her and then leaned forward and kissed her. "Next time all three of us should go." Monica nodded and kissed back.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"I wish I could, but I promised Joey that I would have a guys night with him," Chandler said and he gave her another kiss before grabbing his coat and leaving the apartment. Monica smiled as she closed the door behind him and went to give Heidi a bath.

Monica dropped her keys on the table in the front hall and sighed. She had had a long day at work.

"Heidi?" She called throughout the penthouse, amazed at how quiet it was there.

"Mon?"

"Chandler?" She called back and followed where his voice was coming from. "What are you doing here?" She stopped in the doorway of the dining room and held her breath. The long table was lit by candles and there were roses in the vase and rose petals on the floor. Chandler stood in a tux and holding a single red rose.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Oh Chandler," she mumbled smiling. "What is this for?"

"For the most beautiful girl in the world of course," he answered.

"Where's Heidi?"

"Ross's."

"Can I go change first?"

"Certainly." She smiled again at him and walked to where he was standing and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This looks beautiful." She gave his hand a squeeze and went to change. She pulled on a low-cut black dress, and pulled back her hair into a twist and put some diamonds in her ears and went back down into the dining room.

"You look gorgeous," he told her when she reappeared. She blushed in the soft candle light as he handed her the rose that he had in his hands.

"Thank you," she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, something that seemed to be there always when he was around, as he led her to the table and pulled the chair out for her.

"Who made dinner?" She asked. "Henry?" She looked for a sign of life from the large kitchen, but she didn't see Henry, the cook, or any of the maids.

"I did."

"You did?"

"Why is that shocking to you?"

"Last time I checked, cooking for you would be heating up your poptart," she replied.

"Well, I will have you know that I make a mean mac and cheese too," he told her. "No, I've been taking cooking classes."

"You have?" She asked surprised.

"I did indeed," he nodded.

"I didn't know that."

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You did."

"That was the entire point my dear." He sat down in his chair and they began to eat the dinner that he had prepared for her. To her utter astonishment, it was very good.

"You did good, Chandler," she told him near the end of the meal.

"Why thanks, but it's not over yet," he told her.

"It's not?"

"Nope?"

"I can't imagine what would come next." He gave her a wink and disappeared from the room. When he came back he was holding an ice cream sundae. Sitting in place of the cherry was a glittering diamond.

"Chandler," she breathed.

"I know you said that you would tell me when you were ready, but it's been six months since we last talked about it, and though there is no pressure on you, I just wanted you to know that I am ready. And the ring is there whenever you feel like saying yes," Chandler told her and kissed her hand. She put her hand to her mouth and it was then that he realized that she was crying. Hot tears fell down her face.

"I'm sorry," she wept.

"Sorry for what?" His heart lurched. Had he made a mistake?

"That I'm crying," she told him smiling. "The answer to your first question though, is yes. Undoubtedly yes. I'm ready. I didn't know it until I saw the ring, but I'm ready." She leaned in and kissed him and he couldn't seem to get the grin off his face.

"Oh good." He stood up and pulled her to her feet and picked her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs and laid her on her bed and turned out the lights.

*~Okay people it's up to you. I was going to do an epilogue, but I need to know if you want me to or not. But review and I will do whatever you tell me, consider me your puppet. Sorry Homer Simpson quote just popped into my head "Dad, what's a muppet?" "Well, Lisa, it's not a mop and it's not a puppet, and frankly, (laughs) I don't know." : ) Anyway, please review. ~*