Chandler woke up when he heard the alarm clock. He opened his eyes, shut down the alarm and looked at Monica burrowing into the covers. He yawned. He turned over and rested his head on his elbow.
"Hey. Good morning," he said with a contended smile.
"Good morning," Monica murmured, her eyes still closed.
"Happy Thanksgiving."
Monica opened her eyes and turned to him. "Aren't you a bit too cheerful for Thanksgiving?" She asked.
Chandler took her hand and interwind their fingers on top of the covers. "I don't hate Thanksgiving as much as I used to. First, I met you on Thanksgiving."
He was right. With all the fat-calling and toe-cutting back then, she never thought about how Thanksgiving was the first time she met Chandler, and that was one of the best things that has ever happened to her.
"And second, we got the call from the adoption agency on Thanksgiving."
Monica smiled and kissed him.
"I don't want my children to see me grumpy on Thanksgiving and not eating Thanksgiving food." Monica nodded.
"I guess part of having a partner and having a family means that you get to make new memories."
Monica couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him and their children. She looked up at him and kissed him again.