Chapter 3 - Sorry it took so long to update, and thanks for the numerous(-ish) reviews. I'm trying to get in some explainations so that you understand a bit more.

"Just kneel down on one knee, and ask her!" Rusty nudged him in the back with his elbow.

"I have already done this once, and it was hard enough then!" Chandler bent in pain as the elbow, once more, was forced into his back.

"Well, you'll do it, or not only will I kill ch'u, but I'll kill ch'ur real wife as well…" One last elbow finally persuaded Chandler.

Mary-Angela caught sight of him as he walked out from behind a nearby-by bush.

"Hey, sweet toushy!" Strangely enough, she didn't have a hill-billy accent, but instead had a New Yorker intonation; Chandler had noticed this before, but it only stood out to him now.

"Um," Not knowing where to start, he knelt down and produced what looked like a diamond shaped like a grain of sand, "Will you marry me?"

Shocked, Mary-Angela croaked out, "I would, but my brother has to approve it first."

Sighing with relief, Chandler started to banter, "And what's his name?"

"Joey." As she walked off carrying weeds, Chandler's jaw dropped.

"And your last name?" Mary-Angela turned around, one eyebrow raised at this unusual question that Chandler had produced.

"Tribbiani."

Chandler literally jumped for joy.

"Why… do ya' know him?" she queried.

Realising what situation this would put him in, Chandler quickly relaxed all the muscles in his body and stated, "No."

'Small things make a big difference.' The phrase rang through Phoebe's head, and she knew it would always stick there. It was the last words her mother had said.

A cry about the room made here head swell with questions. Where was she? Since collapsing on the floor she had no recolection of anything. What had happened to the baby?

The baby! Where was it?

Phoebe groaned, and immediately found a strong hand gripping her own. Opening an eye to reassure herself, she saw Mike, and smiled.

"What happened?" a completely unoriginal reaction when somebody doesn't actually know what happened.

"You passed out after hearing your mother died and the doctors took you immediately to have a cesarean." After the quick explanation, he allowed his eyes to wander over to the crib on Phoebe's left.

She gasped. She was a mother, and she'd missed it. Not surprisingly, jealousy took over orignally, but on learning Mike wasn't there either, she nodded and enjoyed it as Mike carried baby Luka over.

He smirked slighlty, getting Phoebe intriegued, "What is it?"

There was a little surprise. After Phoebe safely held Luka, Mike wandered round to the other side of the bed and Phoebe almost dropped Luka.

Ross sat Ben down in the middle of the giant sofa so that the cushions surrounded him. It was almost laughable.He literally was turning into Ross. Granted, he was a few years premature, but it was still leading to the same thing: Divorce.

"Son, you and I need to have a little chat." Not knowing where to start, he thought for a moment, then continued, "What really happened?"

"Well, Sandy 'Giggles', known for her random fits of giggles, had a boyfriend, and when they broke up..." he paused, then quickly added in, "Complete immunity?"

Ross nodded, but had to seriously consider what his son said next. You know you're getting old when your son says things like 'don't do that, dad, you're embarrassing me', or 'I've got a girlfriend', but this was something completely new.

"...well, when they broke up, her ex-boyfriend, Tony, said she let him go to second base. I kinda wanted to know what that felt like." Ben looked down as his father's eyes widened. "All it was... I only kissed her a couple times, but she wasn't as slutty as Tony made out."

Ross stood up and started wandering around, clicking his fingers nervously.

"You're too young for this, I mean, I have a son of... um ,thirteen..." Before he carry on, Ben interrupted.

"Um, Dad, I'm fifteen." Ben looked at his father anxiously.

"Fifteen?!" Ross looked at the ceiling, and muttered, "God, I'm gettin' old!"

Ben nodded, then added, "And I'm sixteen next week. Driving."

Ross almost collapsed. His son acted twelve, and even pretended to be shocked when he swore! How could he be driving next week? Every day, he asked himself if he'd wasted his life with dinosaurs and 'We were on a break' arguments. Maybe he had.

As soon as that thought entered his head, his seven year old rushed in, dragging along a doll.

"Daa-ddy?"

Thanking her silently for saving him from the awkward situation, he answered. "Yes?"

"I heard you talkin'..." She smile innocently, "What's second base?"

The man kneeling down in front of her was all she ever wanted. He was sweet, funny, and amzing in bed. The relationship they'd developed over the last month was fantastic, and it was like they wer already married. But was this happening too fast?

"Um..." Kayte repeated for the third time.

She was near tears.

"If you want to say it's happening too fast, just get it out. I can't wait anymore!" Joey's eyes begged for her to say yes.

She looked down, and he was certain of the answer.

"Yes."

Shocked, he blinked, waiting for her to confirm what she had just said.

"Yes," she repeated, as though reading his thoughts.

"I..." Joey shivered, "I... I'm..."

"...engaged." It was scaring both of them; not only did they know each other's thoughts, but they were finishing each other's sentences.

A scream emitted from the doorway as Monica saw Joey placing the ring on Kayte's finger.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." She spoke so fast and so high-pitched that Joey and Kayte could barely make out her words. Repeating it several times was Monica's way of helping them understand.

"You..." She pointed at Joey. "... and you..." She pointed at Kayte.

"Mon?"

Blinking back tears, Monica broke down into a wailing heap on the floor.

"Chandler would say that you were all grown up!" She swayed back and forth, and the newly engaged didn't quite know what to do. "I'm sorry. I should feel happy for you."

"It's okay Monica," Kayte walked over to her and placed a sparkling hand on her back, "I only hope that Joey and I love each other as much as you and Chandler did."

Joey, who knew not to say that Chandler was still alive after the bump he got on his froehead the last time, smiled. His life was perfect.

Hey, y'all, what s'up? Can't wait to read the tons of fan-mail I'll get after this chapter! - signed Delusional Yetti