~* Here, lovely readers, is the epilogue. Please review and tell me if you enjoyed the end. ~*

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"So that's how you met?"

"Yes."

"That's a nice story Mommy."

"I think so too."

"Was Daddy nervous when you got married?"

"I suppose."

"Were you?"

"You won't tell Daddy?"

"Nope."

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear."

"I was terrified."

"Terrified?"

"Oh, yeah, sweaty palms, shaking knees, the whole nine yards."

"Really?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good night Mommy."

"Good night sweetie."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Monica leaned over and turned the light switch off. She turned around to see her husband standing in the doorway.

"So terrified huh?" He asked when she got out into the hall.

"Oh, yes, you?"

"I was fine. Calm as a crystal blue lake."

"Really?"

"Oh, no. I was afraid I was going to pee myself for most of the morning." She laughed.

"I love you," she whispered as she fell into his arms.

"I love you too." Chandler kissed her and then pushed the hair off her face. "Can you believe we almost didn't get together?"

"No."

"No what?"

"We would gotten together somehow. We were meant to be." She started down the stairs and into the living room.

"We were?"

"Definitely."

"So Mrs. Bing. You believe in soul mates?"

"Yes, and I'm still waiting for mine."

"Hey!" She giggled.

"Just kidding." They settled down on the couch and Chandler handed her a glass of wine. He still couldn't believe after five years that they were married. That he had her in his arms every night, and he got to wake up with her in his arms every morning. It was too much to think about. It was so surreal.

"Speaking of soul mates," he said picking up her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers. "Guess what came today?"

"Hmm?"

"Ross and Rachel's wedding invitation." She grinned.

"It took them long enough," she smirked.

"They could say the same about us," he reminded her.

"That's a point, I suppose." She suddenly laughed.

"What?" He asked.

"I was just remembering how you thought that I was cheating on you with Ross. Of all people! Ross!"

"Come on, you would have made the same mistake." Monica snorted.

"Except I wouldn't." Chandler glanced at his wife. It still felt good saying that. His wife, even after all these years. And their daughter, their perfect daughter, who loved to hear the story of her parents, maybe even as much as Monica enjoyed telling it.

"Do you remember at our wedding, when Joey went to give the toast?" Chandler asked his wife.

"Oh my God! Yes!" They both laughed as they remembered his horrendous attempt to give a speech.

Five years before:

"Joe, maybe you shouldn't give the speech," Chandler said. Joey was stumbling drunk.

"No, man. I can do it. I can definitely give the speech. Because," he motioned for Chandler to lean down. Chandler did as he was instructed. He could smell the alcohol on Joey's breath, but he chose not to comment.

"Because why Joey?"

"Because I am not as think as you drunk I am." Chandler groaned and went to find Monica. She was standing talking to her parent's friends in a gorgeous white gown. No, gown wasn't the only thing that was gorgeous, she was. Her hair was piled on top of her head with a tiara and her bouquet of red roses had been set down somewhere. A blue eye winked at him as she continued her conversation. He finally grabbed her elbow and stole her away.

"Thanks," she said leaning in to give him a kiss.

"I can't believe you married me."

"I can't either."

"Hey!"

"I meant...the other way....you....I'm done talking now." He laughed and kissed her again.

"I know what you meant."

"Really? Why didn't you stop me from digging myself that hole then?" She asked teasingly.

"It was more fun that way," he shrugged. They made their way over to their table. Joey came over and Monica could clearly see what her new husband had seen and that was that Joey was drunk. Really drunk. Falling down drunk.

"Should he be giving a speech?" Monica asked.

"Probably not," Chandler said shrugging.

"Hi, I'm Joey. I'm the best man. I met Monica through her brother. And I dated her for awhile. In fact, I would have married her if she would have asked, but she didn't. Cause right after we broke up was when she met Chandler....funny story her meeting Chandler. Anyway, I won't bore you with that story, I'll just tell you this much: Monica is hot. Really hot. You should see her naked. Well, of course, only Chandler will see her naked from now on, but man...she is one hot naked chick." Monica gasped and turned red. Chandler turned red but for a different reason then his new bride. He looked like he was going to murder Joey. Joey was oblivious to the gasps and the glares that he was receiving. "And man, is she good in bed. Of course, that's another thing that only Chandler will get to know from now on, but take my word on it. Mr. Geller," Mr. Geller looked as furious as Chandler. "She's good. You did good raising her."

"Joey," it was Phoebe pulling on his sleeve.

"Yes?"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Stop talking. Just stop talking. For the love of all that is good and holy in this world stop talking!" Phoebe yelled. That's when Chandler came up to Joey and with one swift move, punched his lights out.

Present:

"I still can't believe he told everyone I was good in bed," Monica said laughing. They were laughing now, but it took them awhile to forgive Joey and be able to laugh about it.

"I know, I was going to kill him," Chandler said.

"It's so sweet that you would fight for my honor," Monica said pretending to fan herself. Chandler smiled and blushed.

"I couldn't let him talk about my woman that way," he said.

"Your woman?" Monica asked slapping his shoulder.

"Yes you are mine, and I am yours."

"You said that in your wedding vows," she reminded him.

"I know I did."

"I loved it then too."

"I know you did."

"I love you."

"I know you do." Chandler wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. A little voice interrupted her two parents.

"Mommy?" Chandler and Monica both quickly sat up.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Monica asked straightening her shirt out.

"I had a bad dream."

"That's too bad. Come here Sarah," Monica motioned for her daughter to come to her. Sarah scurried across the living room floor and into her mother's open arms.

"What were you talking about?" Sarah asked.

"We were talking about our wedding day," Chandler told her.

"Did Mommy look beautiful Daddy?"

"The most beautiful girl in the world," Chandler replied. "The only other time she looked more beautiful was the day that she had you and held you in her arms." Sarah smiled.

"Was I beautiful?"

"Kind of wrinkled, but yes, extremely beautiful," Chandler assured her. Sarah switched laps and curled up on her father's.

"You knew that you wanted to be with Mommy from the first moment that you met her, right Daddy?"

"I didn't even know her name. I passed her on the sidewalk, and then watched her walk away."

"But you found her again," little Sarah persisted. "Cause it's fate." Monica smiled at her daughter and husband.

"Fate," she echoed. And it had been fate. It had been kismet, or whatever other word that fit. Serendipity, chance, luck, divine intervention. It was, Monica and Chandler were sure of it. And maybe they were setting their daughter up for disappointment by showing her that true love exists. That it was real and it could be found.

"Tell the story again," Sarah begged of her father.

"Again, baby?"

"Please Daddy?" Chandler smiled and winked at his wife and began the story of true love, of soulmates, of fate. That mysterious Fate that deserves the capitol letter that eludes and enchants us all.

"Okay, so there I was planning my escape and low and behold there's this pretty little girl with big blue eyes sitting in the sandbox crying her eyes out. And of course I couldn't leave here there, so I went over to her and......."

*~ So it's done! Guess what? I got the Friends trivia game for Christmas, and now I have to find someone to play with me, cause no one is as obsessed as I am! Anyway, I hope that everyone had a great Christmas, and have a happy New Year! Oh, and review for me, please!!~*