I'm sorry I can't update more often. Like many people in the city, I have my "day job", to pay the bills, and my "real job", which takes up most of my weekend and nights. This story is coming to an end with the next chapter.

"What do you mean stressed, com on Amanda. I know when you're lying." Daniel said looking at Amanda, who was sitting across from him, looking every where but at him.

"Fine, don't twist my arm so hard, it hurts. Little Bo-Betty is upset, surprising right. Well apparently, you told her family last night that you guys won't be resuming your engagement, anytime soon. She didn't like hearing that."

"Really, that's great news," he said eagerly.

"Um... how is that great?" Amanda asked confused.

"Cause it means she still wants to get married. I only said that cause I thought it what she wanted, I'm glad I was wrong. When you go get your shoes, help your self to a dress." Amanda shout out of her chair, and ran out of his office yelling a hasty goodbye.

"Babe, I brought Thai for dinner," Daniel yelled as he closed the door to his apartment.

There was no answer, all the lights were on, Betty was obviously home. He stuff was scattered about, was she still ignoring him. Daniel put the food down in the kitchen and walked to his bedroom. She wasn't there, he walked into his bathroom and there was Betty, soaking in the tub, eyes closed with her head phones on. Daniel walked over to her and nudged her. Betty opened her eyes, startled,

"Daniel, you scared me, a little warning next time." She said smiling at him.

"I was walking around yelling your name," he exaggerated. "How loud are those things?"

"You weren't yelling, I would have heard you. The music isn't that loud, I just needed to relax, it's been a stressful week."

"I know, Amanda told me. I asked her to find out what was wrong with you, I was worried. I picked up Thai for dinner." He said.

"Oh my god, I'm starving and Thai food sounds amazing." She said tugging the drain on the tub and standing. "Pass me the towel, please."

Daniel handed her the towel, not looking away. He realized how comfortable they were together.

"I'm gonna set up dinner, while you get changed." He said leaving the bathroom.

In the kitchen he started thinking about his plan of action. All day long he was trying to figure out how to approach the subject, he wanted to ease into it. He set his small table and served her, he knew exactly how she liked things. Betty came out in her sleepwear, long gone were the days of Disney pajamas. Lately she she opted for underwear and a tank-top, which never made it to bed, since like him she slept naked.

"How did you know I was craving this?" Betty asked between bites.

"I'm just that good," he said. "You're in a much better mood, bath must have helped. It would have been nice to join you, but I'll wait till next time."

"Hey, it's not my fault you came late from work." she said.

"Next time, I promise to be on time." He said smiling at her.

"Betty, I wanted to ask you something," he said in a serious tone.

Betty was suddenly on alert, she had no idea what was coming but something told her it wasn't good.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Well, we spend all of our time together here. The only time we go to your place is, when you've run out of clean clothes or you need something specific. You're paying rent and utilities on an apartment you never see. Why don't you just move in, I'm sure you can find someone to sublet easily." He said, looking at her trying to gauge her reaction.

"OK," she said easily.

"What?" he was shocked she agreed, without any discussion.

"You're right, it's silly to have separate places. I lived here once, it feels more like home than my apartment does. Only thing is, you do realize, you're giving up the closet again."

"Only half, I'll put the stuff I don't use often in the guest room closet."

"Fair enough, I'll do the same. Hopefully we won't have to many guest, they won't have anywhere to hang their clothing." She said laughing.

"Oh and that photo you having hanging, the one Becks gave you, that goes in the closet to." He said.

"Why, it's a beautiful photo."

"Cause your ex boyfriend, my ex best friend gave it to you. You can hang it in the guest room, that's as far as I'll go." He mumbled, hating to give in but knowing he had to compromise.

"In the closet then," she said smiling at his surprised face.

"Daniel, I understand why it bugs you, I want to do this right this time. Hey what if I gave it to Hilda for her salon, is that cool?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea, but don't give it away if you want to keep it."

"I don't. That part of my life is over, I want to move forward, with you." she said.

"Speaking of photos..." he said getting up and walking to his briefcase. He came back with an envelope and handed it to Betty.

Betty was surprised to see the photo Vincent took, along with a letter from Becks.

"I never knew he had this, I wonder why he didn't tell me." Betty said thoughtfully.

"I don't think he wanted to part with it, that's why. This was his way of letting me know he's moving on. It's yours now, what are you gonna do with it, frame it?"

"No, too embarrassing... I think I'll just put it away, in a photo album. Bring it out when I'm old, show my grand kids, if I ever have any." she said.

"You have to have the kids first, if you want the grand kids."

"Really, and here I thought I could skip that part." she said laughingly.

"Well we can get started now, these things take time I hear."

"By all means lets, after you clean up." Betty said laughing as she ran to the room.

Daniel came in a few moments later and started to undress.

"Daniel, don't you think we should be married before we go on the journey to grand kids?" she asked quietly.

"Absolutely, as soon as you're ready for that step let me know. I don't want to rush you into anything."

"I'm ready." she said sitting up.

"Now, you're ready now?" he asked.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" she asked.

He got up and walked to the closet, he pulled down a shoe box. Walking to the bed with the shoe box in his hand, he sat next to Betty.

"Good thing I kept this around then," he said handing her the shoe box.

Betty opened the box and there between his Ferragamo's, was a little black box. She remembered that box.

"You said you were going to return it." she whispered.

"You can't return a custom ring, plus I always hoped... I hoped we'd work it out."

"Did we? Everything was so fast." she asked looking up at him, she wanted to be sure they were on the same page.

"We did, I think we're in a place now we weren't before. We both want the same things this time around."

"You're right, we defiantly want the same things. That's why I was upset, cause I thought you didn't want to move forward."

"I know, Amanda told me, and let me just say, it was the best news I've ever gotten."

"Uh, I knew she told you, she is such a bad liar."

Daniel took out the ring and slipped it on her finger.

"Well, Justin will be happy." he said laughingly "Should I call the plaza tomorrow for availability?" he asked her.

"No, I don't want anything big. God we were gonna spend over one hundred thousand on a wedding, that's crazy. How do you feel about You, Me, my family, your family, Christina, Marc, Amanda and Vegas. We can make a mini-vacation out of it, just family and friends, no press, no clients; just us. I still have my dress and I'm sure you can get a tux easily."

Daniel thought about it, it sounded like heaven to him.

"I love it, I don't need a tux, I also kept mine." he leaned down and kissed her. "Lets pick a date, book the airfare and get married."

Betty kissed him quickly then dashed out of bed to grab her phone.

"Hey, where are you going? I thought we were gonna have, happy we're getting married sex." He raised his voice, since Betty was already out of the room.

"Later, I have to call Hilda, Christina, Marc and Amanda." She yelled back.

Daniel smiled and got into bed, so much for sex tonight. He knew she'd be on the phone for at least a few hours.