CHAPTER 1
You hear all the horror stories of pregnancy, and all the possible things that could go wrong. Mine was neither easy or complex, it was long though. 32 hours, of pain and myself yelling my lungs out; Molly was brought into the world. I was very exhausted, and I managed to fall sleep for over twelve hours.
I awoke to sunlight dimly streaming through the window, I presumed it was around late afternoon. I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the scratchy, white hospital pillow.
Pacey slept in the chair beside me, snoring slightly. I smiled as I noticed a bit of drool, dribbling down his chin. I watched him, as his chest rose and fell steadily.
His eyes flickered open and zero in on me. I stared into those grey-blue eyes, as he rose. Without a word, he moved to my side and grasped my hand. He smiled, his trademark smile and I could feel myself melting. Slowly but surely, he had me once again; just with that smile.
Neither of us spoke, I was too tired to form any words. I don't know if I could even hold a conversation, or comprehend what he was saying. All he did was hold my hand tightly and with that simple gesture, a silent conversation occurred.
The door pushed open and Pacey let go of my hand, his smile less bright. Dawson grinned at me, closing the glass door behind him. He too walked over to the bed, and grasped my hand. It was comforting, but nothing like Paceys safe grip. He was my best friend, and my soul mate.
"Joey" He grinned.
"Dawson" I croaked out, my throat feeling dry. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until that moment, and my stomach grumbled as well. Pacey poured me a glass of water, from the clear plastic jug. He handed it to my wordlessly, hand hovering in case I spilled it.
"Thanks for sitting with her Pace" Dawson said, looking up at his best friend.
"Hey no problem man" Pacey said, shrugging his wide shoulders. He looked down at me, fake smile replacing the genuine one.
"How is she?" I asked Dawson, handing Pacey back the water.
"Perfect and so amazingly small, she has your eyes" Dawson smiled, sitting down next to me. He kissed my forehead and I saw Pacey look away, jaw tightening.
"When can I see her?" I yawned.
"How about after you get some sleep?" Dawson laughed, grabbing my hand again. I smiled weakly, trying not to look at Pacey. The eternal triangle was still around, in some peoples mind. Still around, kicking and screaming; while causing all unnecessary pain. Dawson for once was oblivious to Pacey's reaction, he was talking about Molly.
"She's so perfect" Dawson grinned, I finally tuned into his babble. I smiled, I could barely understand what he was saying. I really wanted to see her, to hold her. Pacey looked over at me again, I could see the hardness in his eyes. Once he looked at me though, his expression softened slightly.
"Hey Dawson" He said, noticing my expression. My eyes were slowly closing, I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Yeah?" Dawson asked, angrily looking at Pacey.
"Jo seems really out of it" Pacey commented.
Dawson finally looked at me, anger falling away. I closed my eyes, hearing Dawson mumble something and I felt weight leave the bed. I heard a click, and before I could register that they had left; I was already fast asleep.
