CHAPTER 3
Dawson looked down at Molly, lying in her crib. She had her eyes opened, and her mouth was formed into a perfect O. Her eyes were brown, like her mothers. Dawson stared through the glass, not a care in the world.
She was wrapped in a pink blanket, along with numerous other newborns in the room. He smiled, wondering how he and Joey had created such an embodiment of perfection.
Jack stood next to him, watching the little girl as well. Amy was in his arms, asleep on his shoulder. The lite girl was three now, and looked more like her mother every day.
"Amazing" Jack breathed.
"She is, so amazing" Dawson sighed, tears welling in his eyes.
"She's going to look like her mum" Jack laughed.
Dawson looked over at his friend, dragging his eyes away from his daughter.
"Amy looks tired, you sure you don't need to take her home?" Dawson asked.
"Doug said he will be come and pick her up" Jack said, shifting Amy's weight.
"Things are going good then?" Dawson asked, meaning Jack and Doug's relationship.
"We're trying" Jack smiled.
"She has grown, so much" Dawson smiled, looking at Amy.
"You have one of your own now, they grow so fast" Jack smiled, clutching Amy tighter.
"Jen would be so proud" Dawson said quietly.
"I'm sure she is" Jack said, his eyes beginning to water.
Amy begin to stir, she opened her beautiful blue eyes.
"Amy looks so much like Jen" Dawson smiled, ticking Amy's sides.
"Daddy, when's Doug coming?" Jen yawned.
"Soon gorgeous, soon" Jack smiled, kissing his daughter softly.
"Mr. Leery?" A nurse asked, "Do you want to see your daughter?"
"See you later Dawson, send Joey our love" Jack grinned.
"Thanks for coming Jack" Dawson smiled.
"Go see your girl" Jack laughed. Dawson didn't need to be told twice, as he followed the nurse into the room. The nurse picked up Molly gently, cradling her softly. She handed him to Dawson, she was so incredibly light.
He held her, looking at her with devotion and awe. He placed a kiss on her small cheek, as she opened her eyes too look at him. She was perfect, and she was all his.
Pacey watched from behind the glass, as Dawson held Molly. He looked so happy, and it killed Pacey. Not that his friend was so happy, he had always wanted Dawson to find happiness.
What killed him, was that eventually Dawson's happiness would be lost. It would be lost soon, and all because of him again. He would hurt his best friend, and he couldn't stop it.
