It was a Sunday morning and Monica was cooking Pesto Scrambled Eggs with Blueberry Pancakes, when Chandler wondered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Good Morning, Mon." said Chandler, hugging Monica from behind as she added pepper to the scrambled eggs.

"Good Morning, handsome." Monica smiled putting the pepper down and kissing Chandler's hand which was caressing her face.

"Did you sleep well?" asked Chandler, sitting down at the perfectly laid table. I mean, it is Monica we're talking about here!

"Great, honey. You?" beamed Monica, scooping egg onto the plate in front of her husband.

"Awesome! I slept so well knowing that in a months time we'll be in our own home, with our own baby and we'll have our own fridge that is not constantly grazed by Joey!" Chandler laughed, pouring two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"I know! Think about it Chandler! The Bing Household, with the tip-tapping of tiny feet on our perfectly polished laminate floor." Monica, dished up the pancakes and sat down.

"I know and the craziest thing is I'm not bricking myself with fear at the thought of it all." said Chandler.

"Really?" asked Monica. She put quarter of a pancake in her mouth and smiled.

"Really, I love you Monica Bing." Chandler smiled and rubbed his foot up her leg.

"I love you too, Chandler. I love you too." Monica giggled.

They both looked into each others eyes smiled as they both knew, if that night in Las Vegas they had both come to they're senses they would not be so happy now.

Chandler leaned in to kiss Monica when, Joey came in.

"Ooh pancakes, can I have some!" Joey said already tucking in.