A/N: IT'S THE LAST CHAPTER! Are you excited? I'm excited.

Disclaimer: For the last time guys, I own nothing. NADA.

Chandler fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit. He was sweating like crazy; he tugged furiously at his tie, trying to loosen it.

"Relax man! You'd swear you were in trouble or something."

Chandler glared at the man behind him, aimlessly flicking through the television channels.

"Joe, this is one of the most important nights of my life. I cannot relax." He began to pace his apartment, running his fingers through his hair and nervously loosening his tie again. He suddenly felt a comforting hand on his back, and he turned around to face Joey.

"Look Chandler. I've known you for...well, a long time now, and I've known Monica just as long. You guys are perfect for each other, y'know? Everyone can see it. I mean, I was convinced that you two had a thing when I first moved in. So just relax, okay? She's gonna say yes, I guarantee it."

Chandler smiled at his friend's attempt to calm him down. "Thanks man." He looked at his watch. 6:40.

He had to go over to Monica's now - their reservations were for 7.30, and he didn't want to be late.

He smiled nervously at Joey, who grinned. "You'll be fine man. I can't believe you're going to propose!"

"Okay. Okay, I'm going. Wish me luck." He took a deep breath, felt in his jacket pocket for the ring, and left the apartment. He could hear voices coming from inside Monica's apartment, and he paused for a moment to listen.

"-yeah, I don't know Rach."

"C'mon Pheebs, they've been going out for like, two years, it's their anniversary... I think he might! Plus, he's been acting really awkward and suspicious around everyone lately."

"Maybe you're right. I thought he'd wait a little while longer though."

"Sure! Hey, let's ask Mon what she thinks. Mon? Have you noticed Chandler acting weird lately?"

Chandler was shocked. Clearly he hadn't been hiding his nervousness as well as he thought. He strained to hear Monica's response, but all he heard was a muffled reply.

"Really? Huh, maybe it's just me then. Anyways, Mon, you think tonight could be the night?"

Chandler's heart was hammering in his chest. This conversation could ruin his plans. Then Chandler heard Monica's voice.

"The night for what, Rach?"

"Y'know, the night where Chandler finally overcomes the last of his commitment issues and proposes?"

"I don't know Rach...this is Chandler, remember?"

"Well yeah, but okay, if he did...would you say yes?"

Chandler was huddled against the door, terrified he might miss Monica's response, hoping against hope that she would say -

"Yes."

Chandler felt like his heart almost exploded with happiness. She was going to say yes. He took a deep breath and opened the apartment door.

"Hello, little ones," he said cheerfully.

Phoebe and Rachel turned to face him. Monica was nowhere to be seen, so Chandler assumed she was in her room.

"Wow, looking good Chandler! You sure got all dressed up!" Rachel said, winking conspiratorially at him. "Oh, and thanks for agreeing to stay with Joey last night - the three of us had a blast!"

Chandler waved a hand dismissively. "Forget about it, it's okay. I'd forgotten how uncomfortable my old bed was in comparison to mine and Monica's though."

"Yeah, Chandler," Phoebe said," you look great! Now I see why you were getting ready in Joey's apartment. I think Monica is almost ready." She turned towards Monica's room. "Monica, Chandler is here!" she yelled. Monica's head appeared around the door, and a large smile spread across her features when she saw him. He returned the smile. "Hey, I'll just be 5 minutes, okay?" she asked.

He nodded. "'Kay."

Monica disappeared into her room and shut the door. Chandler rested against the counter, and Phoebe and Rachel sat at the table, staring at him.

"You're going to, aren't you," Rachel smirked.

"He is, he definitely is," Phoebe said, nodding in agreement.

Chandler felt his face redden and his tie felt too tight again. "Going to do what?"

The two girls shared a look.

"You know..." Rachel leaned across the table. "Propose!" she whispered.

Chandler smiled a nervous smile. "Why would you say that?"

Phoebe laughed. Chandler suddenly realised why they seemed to know so much.

"Oh my god, what did Joey tell you?" he whispered nervously.

Rachel and Phoebe looked awkwardly at their shoes. "He may have said you were thinking about it a few weeks ago...," Rachel muttered.

"And he may or may not have ditched us to help you shop for the ring... Obviously we wouldn't let him go without telling us where he was going!" Phoebe continued.

"And we might have seen you coming out of the shop with a ring... and then we may or may not have sneaked into your apartment to see it - by the way, nice choice, she'll love it," Rachel finished.

"I will kill Joey," Chandler muttered, banging his fist off the counter. He heard a door creak, so he looked up, and all thoughts of killing Joey flew from his mind. Monica was leaning awkwardly against the door, smiling nervously at the trio.

Chandler's breath was caught in his throat. She looked positively stunning. Beautiful. Radiant. And this was the woman he was about to ask to marry him.

"Wow, Mon, you...You're beautiful," Chandler stuttered, still trying to comprehend that the beauty in front of him was his. Why on earth had she chosen him over all the other men in Manhattan?

She blushed, and walked towards him. He offered her his hand, and they said their goodbyes to Phoebe and Rachel before exiting the apartment. Chandler could have sworn he saw Rachel wink at him as he left, and Phoebe mouthed "good luck."

Hearts beating faster than ever, the couple descended the stairs and into the cab that awaited them.

"Chandler! This place is amazing!" Monica exclaimed as he led her into the foyer of the restaurant.

His smile extended from ear to ear. He offered his arm and she hooked onto it as they strolled towards the large glass doors of the restaurant.

"Well, it's our two-year anniversary, and you mentioned a while ago that you always wanted to eat here, so I thought, 'Hey! There's an idea!'" he said happily.

She laughed.

God, I love her laugh.

The couple approached the host, and Chandler discussed the details of the reservation. The man nodded and led them to their table.

Monica gasped. "Oh, Chandler...It's beautiful."

Chandler had managed to reserve a table next to the large glass window of the restaurant, where they could enjoy breathtaking views of night-time in New York City. He pulled out Monica's chair before sitting down himself and taking her hand across the table.

"Happy Anniversary, Mon."

She grinned. "Happy Anniversary, Chandler."

"I love you," she added.

He smirked, and handed her a glass of wine which the waiter had just delivered. He held his up towards her, and they clinked glasses.

"Here's looking at you, kid!" he exclaimed.

The appetizer and main course passed without any issues, but by the time dessert was ordered Chandler was feeling nervous. The ring in his pocket felt like a deadweight, but he knew he had to relax or Monica would realise something was wrong. She disappeared to the bathroom just before the dessert arrived, and Chandler went back over what he was going to say in his mind. Ross, when asked, had suggested numerous ideas for proposals. Chandler had laughed at the sheer amount of ideas, and now understood that it wasn't marriage Ross enjoyed, but the proposals.

He decided against the endless clichés - finding the ring in the dessert or in her wine (very unsanitary), having a few violinists appear from nowhere to serenade her, or having fireworks appear over the river. He didn't want to make a huge deal out of it. This night was about him and Monica, and he figured that the more extravagant it got, the greater the chance that something could go wrong. He nervously replayed the speech he had spent hours practicing in the mirror in his head.

Monica returned from the bathroom, and the dessert arrived only moments later. They ate slowly, in no rush to end the night early, and just enjoying this night to celebrate them. By the time the waiter eventually arrived to refill their wine glasses and take their dirty plates, Chandler was sweating. He knew he would have to make his move soon or risk chickening out altogether. He must have looked as nervous as he felt, because Monica reached across the table and squeezed his hand, breaking his reverie.

"Chandler? Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, knowing that it was his time.

He smiled a big, nervous smile, and squeezed her hand.

"I'm fine. Really fine. In fact, I am better than I have been in a long time. And it's all because of you, Mon."

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, seeming to suspect where the conversation was going. Chandler's voice grew gradually louder and began to shake as he continued speaking.

"I have been planning this moment for over a year. Thinking about it for the better part of the two glorious years we have spent together. And I thought that it mattered, what I said or where I said it. And then I realised, that the only thing that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And if you'll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way."

Many eyes in the restaurant had now turned to the couple, watching Chandler make his speech and Monica smiling with tears rolling down her face. Chandler pushed back his chair, removed the small box from his jacket pocket, gently pried it open and bent down on one knee in front of the most beautiful woman in the room.

"Monica Geller, will you marry me?"

Monica nodded frantically. "Yes, yes I will!" she shouted happily. Chandler placed the ring on her finger and stood up, kissing her passionately as tears streamed down their faces and the other diners clapped and cheered.

He broke the kiss briefly to whisper in her ear. "I love you so much, Mon."

She giggled. "I love you too Chandler."

She gasped suddenly. "Oh my god, I'm going to be Mrs. Bing. I'm engaged!" she shouted.

Chandler laughed at his girlfriend - no, his fiancée. He couldn't wait to take her home and celebrate with their friends.

"You wanna stay here, or do you want to get the gang together?" he asked.

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, we've got to tell them! And I have to show Rachel and Phoebe the ring, and I have to call Mom and Dad and -"

He pressed a finger to her lips gently. "So we go home?" he asked.

She nodded. "We go home," she grinned.

Quickly leaving money on the table to cover the meal, Chandler took Monica's hand and led her from the restaurant amidst the cheering diners. A taxi brought them back to their apartment block, where their friends had gathered in their apartment, anxiously awaiting the couple's return.

Just before they reached the apartment, Monica turned to Chandler with a wicked glint in her eye. "You know what would be funny? I bet they're all waiting for us up there. We should pretend that nothing happened - pretend you didn't propose - and see what their reaction is!" she said excitedly.

Chandler raised an eyebrow. "So you don't want to go in and shout, 'CHANDLER AND I ARE ENGAGED!' in your most high-pitched voice?" he joked.

She stared at him. "You know me so well."

He shrugged, and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. "I like to think so," he said, grinning.

Monica threw open the apartment door to see her four friends gathered around the table. She held her arm out in front of her and yelled, "CHANDLER AND I ARE ENGAGED!"

The gang erupted in sounds of congratulations. Ross and Joey went to Chandler to slap him on the back, and Ross offered his own brand of advice.

"If you ever hurt my baby sister, you're going to see a side of me that nobody likes!" Ross warned.

"What's that, your 'I'm Ross and I like fossils' lecture?" Chandler quipped.

Ross glared at him. "No, I'm talking about Red Ross - you don't want to mess with that guy."

Chandler was trying to hold in his laughter, but he caught Joey's eye and the two men descended into a fit of laughter.

"Okay Ross...I won't ever hurt her, I promise," Chandler said, after recovering from his laughing fit.

He looked over at Monica who was positively glowing as she showed Rachel and Phoebe the ring, and they oohed and aahed over it. He could hear mentions of a date, and dresses. Chandler couldn't help but laugh - of course Monica would be planning this on her engagement night. He almost missed Joey exiting the apartment and reappearing moments later with two bottles of champagne. Ross fetched 6 glasses from Monica's cabinets and Joey poured each person a glass and handed it to them.

Chandler made his way to Monica and wrapped his arm around her waist as she rested her head in his shoulder. Joey raised his glass.

"To Chandler and Monica. Happy Anniversary," he said happily.

"To Chandler and Monica," echoed the other three.

Chandler turned to Monica. "Happy Anniversary, Mon. I love you, my fiancée."

"Happy Anniversary, Chandler. I love you too...My fiancé," she replied, grinning.

"You know, it sounds even better when you say it," he laughed.

Hours later, after their friends had gone, Chandler and Monica were left dancing quietly in their apartment.

'Wonderful Tonight' played on the stereo, and Chandler whispered the words in Monica's ear as they danced.

"Darling, you look wonderful tonight," he murmured.

"I love you, Chandler," Monica whispered.

"I love you too, Monica. I'm so happy you said yes."

"Just think about how lucky we are. We each fell in love with our best friend. And now, we both get to spend every day of the rest of our lives with each other. I think that's pretty amazing," she whispered.

Chandler couldn't agree more.

A/N: AND WE'RE DONE! Thank you to every single person reviewed, whether it was every chapter or just one. And if you guys wouldn't mind, I'd really appreciate a review, just to say if you liked it or not, it would mean a lot :) HUGE THANKS to my beta Musickat18, without whom I probably would have abandoned this! But yay for sticking with it and finishing!