A/N: Back from Chicago! Had a blast, thanks for all who mentioned it in their reviews! Well, there's really nothing for me to say about this chapter.

"Honestly Uncle Albert, I haven't the faintest idea what you're going on about it," Mary said with a sigh as she began packing things into her carpetbag. Uncle Albert had bustled into her room that evening and had been trying to persuade her to do something that night.

"What I mean Mary, is that don't you have something to do tonight? A previous engagement other than running off again?" Uncle Albert said.

"I never run," Mary said firmly. "And I still don't know what you mean. I have no engagements this evening." Uncle Albert gave up and blurted out what he had been skirting around for several hours. Mary continued to put her belongings into her endless carpetbag.

"What about Bert? Didn't you say you might meet him tonight? You should see him," Uncle Albert said.

"That is no concern of yours, and how can I? I told him I may not make it until my next day off, which will more than likely be true as the wind hasn't called upon me yet."

"Well, just go anyways and see, and if the wind comes and you have to leave, well, at least you saw him tonight," Uncle Albert stammered. Mary spun around to look at her uncle after putting her mirror in her bag. Her stare made him freeze up.

"I'm not a stupid woman Uncle," Mary said, one eyebrow arching in accusation and and intrigue. "I'm sure you're well aware of that," she said, taking a step forward.

"I didn't say anything about-"

"My profession involves me dealing with rather mischievous children, not unlike yourself. And because I am excellent in what I do to almost perfection, I'm very good at noticing these things. Therefore, I know when something is afoot," Mary said with a grin, taking another step forward.

"Afoot?" Uncle Albert gulped.

"Yes, afoot. Why do you so desperately want me to see Bert? Or was there some other engagement you think I should attend?"

"No I just think that Bert's a very respectable gentleman, and it would be very unkind of you to stand him up," Uncle Albert said.

"As I've stated before," Mary began, returning to her packing, "I mentioned to him that I may not be able to make it. He knows how it works." Uncle Albert simply sighed and started to head for the door as she put on her gloves and coat. As she began to put on her hat, she stopped suddenly, and Uncle Albert turned to look at her.

Mary closed her eyes for a moment, then hustled to put her hat on completely. She felt a sort of tugging feeling, not uncomfortable or forceful, but much like the feeling of lying in a warm bed and the first rays of consciousness began to tug at you, and you must reluctantly awaken.

"The wind?" Uncle Albert asked knowingly.

"Mmm," Mary nodded, and not wanting to lose the feeling that would guide her, she grabbed her bag and umbrella to hustle downstairs and out the door.

"Pity you couldn't see Bert," mumbled Uncle Albert as he kissed his niece goodbye at the front door.

"I'm sure I'll see plenty of him soon enough," Mary said with a smile, as she opened her umbrella on the front step.

"Check in when you can dear," Uncle Albert said fondly.

"As always," Mary said and nodded at no one in particularly, rising into the London sky.

Bert was sitting down on the top of a chimney stack with his eyes closed, concentrating very hard. He kept one hand in his vest, thumbing the small little velvet box in his pocket. He opened his eyes, beginning to get tired and desperate, as he had been concentrating very hard for several minutes. He hadn't given up yet, but he began doubting his grand plan. Bert hoped that either way Mary would arrive, but he wasn't sure if anything would work at all. Then, suddenly, Bert spotted a small figure on the horizon that he knew instantly. He smiled a huge grin, and continued thumbing the little black box in his pocket as he concentrated very, very hard.

With as graceful an air as ever, Mary alighted onto the rooftop with poise. However, Bert noticed that when she landed she looked extremely puzzled, which was not very common for Mary Poppins, and dismayed.

"You look tip top from top to toe," Bert said with a smile, "if I may say so."

"Thank you Bert," Mary replied, still confused, "and you may." Mary turned around and looked at the sky with a furrowed brow, and shook her umbrella as if it had accumulated an exorbitant amount of dust. "That's funny I always..." she mumbled to herself incoherently.

"Something the matter?" Bert asked, stifling a chuckle. Mary spun around, forgetting she had just addressed him.

"Well I...that is, the wind...why yes. Something is the matter. I have no idea what I'm doing here," Mary said. Bert laughed.

"I think I can clear that up," he said.

"You?" Mary said, both of her eyebrows rising.

"Yes, you see, I'm in very great need of a smart, young, beautiful nanny..."

"You?" Mary asked and Bert smiled. "YOU?" he continued to smile at her. "YOU!" Mary exclaimed. "But, how?"

"I need you more than anyone right now Mary," Bert said softly.

"But the wind-"

"Must 'ave agreed with me. I'm just as surprised as you are it worked," Bert laughed.

"But why? You must really have needed me for the wind to bring me to you," Mary smiled.

"I do really need you Mary, more than you'll ever know," Bert said. He took Mary's lovely white gloved hands in his. "I'm 'oping this might help show you 'ow much," he said as knelt down on one knee. Mary gasped.

"Oh Bert, you can't be serious!"

"More than I've ever been in my life. I love you, I've loved you since the day I met ya, and I want to go on loving you for the rest of my life and beyond. Mary Poppins, will you marry me?" Bert said with a soft smile, as he pulled out the black velvet box and opened it before her, revealing a beautiful diamond surrounded by little sapphires, all set on an elegant gold band.

"Bert I don't know what to say," Mary gasped in awe.

"Well there's a word someone once told me to use when you don't know what to say," Bert smiled.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," Mary breathed.

"I'll take that as a yes," Bert said, standing up.

"Yes. Yes! Oh Bert, of course yes," Mary said, and Bert grabbed her by the waist, twirling her around only to set her down and kiss her passionately on the lips like he never had before. Mary could hardly breathe when he was finished, her face flushed with excitement and passion. Bert removed her gloves, and she put them away in her bag, and he proceeded to slip the sparkling ring onto her finger.

"There we go," Bert said.

"Oh Bert, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious doesn't begin to cover it," Mary said, beaming with delight.

"Does I love you cover it?" Bert asked, holding Mary as close to him as he could possibly manage.

"Always," Mary said as she kissed him on the cheek, holding on just as tight to her fiancee.

Told you there wasn't much for me to say. So I'll leave you with that. Please review!

Love, Elizabeth