Coincidence

Freddie had always thought his meeting Sam was a horrible coincidence.

His mom just happened to get a job in Seattle, and he just happened to move into the only building with an available apartment, Bushwell Plaza, where Carly Shay just so happened to live right across from him.

Carly just so happened to have a blonde best friend named Sam Puckett who she insisted that he meet.

Carly dragged him into her apartment where he saw, for the first time, the blonde girl sitting on the couch, eating a bag of pork rinds watching T.V.

He said hello, and she threw the remote at him.

Everyday after that Sam threw insult after insult at him and punch after punch at him, and would curse his luck that he had moved to this apartment building of all buildings, where Sam Puckett practically lived.

As the years went on, though, Freddie was able to take Sam's insults and punches with less emotional damage.

He began to notice that Sam had more to her than an aggressive manner and endless pit of a stomach.

He thought maybe it was a coincidence that neither of them had had their first kiss at fourteen, and therefore had practically no choice but to share it with the other.

Maybe it was a coincidence that they both always found themselves alone at the Shay's when they couldn't handle being at home anymore. Maybe it was a coincidence that they both never seemed to find luck in any relationship they had.

Now, though, as Freddie lay in his bed next to his sleeping wife; her blonde curls spread across her pillow and her breathing steady, he realized his meeting Sam was not a coincidence; it was fate.

If he never met Sam, he would've never known what love felt like, and he knew he would never have been as happy as he was now.