Backwards Part 1

He woke up next to her. He always loved wakeing up early just so he could watch her sleep. She was lying on her side facing him; her beautiful blue eyes closed, her jet black hair in wisps across her face. He took his hand and gently moved the hair behind her ear, careful not to wake her. He marveled at the fact that she was there, much less next to the fact that she was actually married to him. How did he end up with her? He must be one of the luckiest guys in the universe. She stirred, and he looked at her with so much love in his eyes it was hard to describe. He had never looked at anyone else that way. She opened her eyes, and blue eyes met georgoeus blue eyes. They boht smiled. They didn't need to say good morning, nor did you sleep well. They didn't even need to say I love you. It was all unspoken. They knew each other so well that the other could immediately tell if something was wrong. This morning was just happiness however.
"I love you," he knew that he didn't have to say it. It was all written in his eyes whenever he looked at her. He always said it anyway.
"I love you too," she said. It was always their first words in the morning. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Anything you want. I'll help you make it."
"Do you want to take a shower first?" she smile mischieveously at him.
"Are you implying what I think you're implying Mrs. Bing?"
"You bet I am." Monica Bing smiled as she led her husband Chandler Bing of two years into the shower.
When they came out an hour later they were both smiling. Monica made pancakes while Chandler made coffee. When Chandler was finished, he walked into their bedroom to get dressed. He came out as Monica was finishing up on the pancakes. He set the table as she went and got dressed. They were the perfect team, inseperable.
They sat down to breakfast and neither of them could help but think how perfect life was.
He sat through the boring day at work, and arrived home to find Monica taking dinner out of the oven. "Hello."
"Welcome home."
"What are you making?"
"Guess."
"Hmmm... I give up."
"Your favorite, maceronie and cheese with cut up hot dogs."
"Aww, you didn't have to."
"Just came out of the oven."
"Well then, it will be a while until it cools. I could think of something to do until then."
"Oh, and what's that?"
"I think you know what that is." They fell back on the couch kissing. Later they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The phone rang at twelve midnight. "Hello?" Monica answered. Chandler hadn't woken up. "All right, I'll be right there." She hung up the phone. "Love you" she quietly whispered to Chandler. She got dressed and left. 'Stupid kitchen error,' she thought.

To be continued...

Okay, that wasn't my best fic. There are three chapters, and I promise after you've read all three it will all make sense and I hope you will like it. Please don't flame until you've read all three chapters and then you can decide if it sucks. Oh, and don't worry, they are not all like this. A story will come. Please review!