Monica Geller leaned her broom against the wall and looked quizzically at her boyfriend, Chandler Bing, who sat in his recliner watching an old rerun of Bewitched. It was a strange question to ask, even from him.
"No, not really," Monica walked over to the couch and fixed the position of the pillows, "I don't see a point in doing so. "
"But, I mean do you realize I might still be across the hall living with Joey in dumps of depression, considering calling up Janice, and telling her I'm back from Yemen?" Chandler reached over to the coffee table for the remote to turn of the TV.
This wasn't good. He had turned off the TV and wanted to talk. Monica sat down on the edge of the couch closest to him and sighed.
"I do realize that, but I don't dwell on it. I'm the happiest I've been in a lifetime and I don't want to think about a parallel universe, Chandl--"
Chandler interrupted her, "What I really wanted to know was if you thought we would have gotten together sometime later, you know."
"Is that it?" Monica breathed a sigh of relief," I've always thought things meant to be will always happen, and if it hadn't been there in London, well- "she threw her hands up in the air, "it could have been on Thanksgiving. All I know is I don't ever want to lose you. And if any insecurities brought this on, ignore them. You, Chandler Bing, should expect to wear the label of Monica Geller's better half for the rest of your life."
"Thanks, Mon."
"Okay, well, I better get back to sweeping," Monica go to up off the couch and headed back towards her broom. Chandler grabbed her hand as she passed by him.
"I love you, you know that?"
"I love you too, Chandler," and with that Monica leaned down and kissed him. As they broke apart Monica smiled at Chandler. Life couldn't be better.