A/N – Well, again, it's been awhile. I actually have had time to work on this all week, and I have I worked on it. The problem is I've been working on the end of the story, not what I should be working on. And, I started a whole new one – like I don't have enough started already. I may be getting a little ahead of myself. But, anyway, here's chapter fourteen, which isn't very eventful. And I only have about half of the next chapter finished, so it'll probably be next weekend before I have it ready. Again, thank you for your reviews, and I hope that you enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think…

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There You Are

Chapter Fourteen

"Chandler!" Emily exclaimed when he entered their apartment the next evening.

"Hey, you," he smiled as he kneeled to take her into his arms. He looked up and noticed that Ross and Rachel were sitting in the living room with Monica. "Hi," he said as he carried Emily into the living room to join them. "Guess I should've knocked. I didn't know you guys were gonna be here."

"No, it's fine," Monica assured him. "They just came over to see Em."

"Uncle Ross brought me a dinosaur," Emily informed Chandler, holding the dinosaur model up for him to see.

"Yeah, that's neat," Chandler smiled at her.

"Are you okay?" Monica asked, causing Chandler to look up at her. They'd both been a little surprised by Joey's actions the previous night, and neither of them had really known what was going on. He was supposed to talk to Joey the night before, and she hadn't had a chance to find out what had been said yet.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm great," he smiled slightly. "We'll talk later," he added quietly.

"Okay," Monica smiled back at him, then turned back to her other guests. "So, you were just about to tell me something. What's up?"

"Well," Ross began. "Rachel and I -"

"We're engaged!" Rachel exclaimed, holding up her left hand so Monica could see the engagement ring.

"Congratulations," Monica said sincerely before taking Rachel's hand to look at the ring. "Wow. Why didn't I see this earlier?" she laughed.

"Congratulations," Chandler smiled at the happy couple.

"Thanks," Ross replied.

"You see what happened here, Mon?" Rachel said, ignoring the others in the room. "I thought Chandler was going to propose to you, but Ross proposed to me. Funny, huh?"

"Mommy, what does propose mean?" Emily asked curiously.

Monica laughed nervously. "Well, it means different things, but when Uncle Ross proposed to Rachel, it means that he asked her to marry him."

"You're gonna marry Uncle Ross?" she asked, looking at Rachel. Rachel nodded. "Can I be the flower girl?"

"Well, of course," Rachel assured her.

"Chandler, you and Mommy can get married," Emily suggested. "I can be a flower girl two times!" she exclaimed.

"Emily," Monica scolded, embarrassed by her daughter's comment.

"Hey, let me tell you something," Chandler said, taking Emily onto his lap. "I love your mommy very much, and I love you very much." He leaned in as he if were whispering to her before continuing. "But I haven't asked her to marry me - yet," he said, then looked up to wink at Monica.

"Then ask her!" Emily exclaimed.

"Honey, you have to be patient," Monica tried to explain. "If Chandler and I decide to get married, we will. But you're going to have to wait until then."

"Okay… But you better hurry up," she said stubbornly.

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"Bye, guys. Congratulations," Monica called, closing the door behind Ross and Rachel as they exited her apartment a little later that evening. She walked back over to the couch where Chandler was sitting, with Emily's head resting on his lap while she slept peacefully. "Want me to move her?" Monica asked.

"No, she's fine," Chandler smiled up at her, then watched her sit in the armchair. "So, um... Rachel thought I was gonna propose the other night?"

She laughed lightly. "Yeah, she did."

"Are you disappointed that I didn't?" he asked curiously.

"What? No," she answered immediately, then quickly continued. "I mean, I want to marry you, but I wasn't expecting it the other night. I wasn't expecting a lot of things the other night," she smiled slightly.

"Joey?" he questioned. She nodded. "Yeah, neither was I."

"So, did you talk to him?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did. He swears this is it, Mon," he answered, looking down at the little girl in his lap and brushing her hair with his fingers.

"Did he mean it? Did it sound like he was serious?"

"Yeah. It did, actually. He's, um... He's going to L.A. on Friday," he informed her.

"Really?" He nodded. "Why?"

"He got a part in some movie. And he basically said that it was perfect timing for him to get away from here for awhile. He still wants to be around for Emily, though - as Uncle Joey - and he said that when she's older he wants to tell her that he's her father."

"Yeah. Of course," Monica said quietly. "So you really think that he's not going to change his mind again?"

"Yeah, I really do. He might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I think he finally realized what's best for Emily."

"I'm glad," Monica smiled at him.

"Me too," he smiled back at her.

"So, um… You want me to take her to bed?"

"I'll take her," Chandler answered and carefully moved the little girl so he could pick her up. He carried her into her bedroom, while Monica followed, then tucked her into bed. "Been a long day, huh, Em?" he whispered before kissing her forehead and allowing Monica to step over so she could kiss her daughter good night.

"Night, Em," Monica whispered. "Mommy loves you, sweetie," she continued as she brushed the little girl's hair away from her face. She turned back to Chandler and smiled at him, took his hand, and let him lead her back into the living room.

"Let's dance," he suggested once Emily's bedroom door was shut.

"Dance?"

"Yeah, dance. I just realized, we've been dating for months now, and we've never danced together."

"Maybe I don't dance," Monica teased.

"Maybe I don't either, but I just really want to right now," he replied.

"Maybe I should put on some music," Monica grinned and stepped over to turn on the stereo. Soon there was soft music playing, and she stepped over to Chandler, who took her into his arms.

"I love you, Monica," he said quietly as they swayed back and forth to the music.

"I love you, too," she replied, looking up at him. "More than I ever thought I could."

He smiled at her, then leaned down to kiss her tenderly. "You're so beautiful," he said sincerely as he reached out to caress her cheek. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

"Chandler," Monica grinned. "You're making me blush."

"You're beautiful when you blush, too," he smiled at her.

"You're so full of it," Monica laughed.

"No, I mean it. You're gorgeous."

"Well, thank you," she smiled at him. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Yeah, I know," he teased. She put her head on his shoulder as they continued to dance together.

"You know, I think the music stopped," Monica said quietly a few minutes later.

"Really? I didn't notice," Chandler replied.

"Yeah, it did... You wanna watch a movie or something?" Monica asked.

"Sure," he answered. Monica walked over to put in a video, and Chandler made himself comfortable on the couch. Soon, Monica joined him and cuddled up to him to rest her head on his chest. "What are we watching?" he asked.

"You know, I'm not sure. Rachel brought it over the over night, and I haven't had a chance to watch it - but she said it was good."

"Okay," he said and kissed the top of her head just as the opening credits began.

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"That was so good," Monica sniffed, reaching over to pick up the remote control to turn off the television. "Wasn't that so sweet?" she asked, turning to face Chandler. She smiled when she saw that he was sleeping peacefully. "Couldn't make it, huh?" she smiled to herself and kissed his forehead once she had gotten up from her spot on the couch. She carefully reached over and grabbed the blanket on the couch behind him and covered him with it. She couldn't wake him up; he just looked too peaceful. Just as she turned to go into Emily's room to check on her, Chandler called her name.

"Monica?" he said sleepily.

"I'm right here," she answered, turning back to him. "You fell asleep."

"I guess I should go home," he yawned.

"You can stay here, if you want. The couch isn't that bad."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. You're too tired to go home, and it's kind of late. Get some sleep."

"Come here," he said as he made himself comfortable on the couch, lying down and pulling the blanket back, leaving a spot for her beside him.

She smiled and walked over to the couch and made herself comfortable beside him, with her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. "I'll stay for a little while," she said as he covered her with the blanket.

"Okay. Just a little while - for now," he yawned. "But someday... Forever."