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Big Yellow Taxi

'So, when is the little woman home then?' Pacey said, taking Dylan in his arms as he started to struggle in Andie's arms. Dawson had arrived at the party with two screaming babies and a pained expression on his face.

'She was getting a cab from the airport when she called so hopefully she will be here soon,' Dawson said, straightening Belle's dress and adjusting her bow in her hair. Both of the kids had thrown up over themselves and him in the car on the way to the party. Luckily, Gale and Bessie had both bought outfits for the kids and Dawson had some clothes in the trunk of their car.

'It amazing how big they've both got. You just don't notice it everyday and then suddenly BAM they are a year old,' Andie said, ticking Dylan's feet as Pacey pulled faces at him.

'I know. It's scary to think that this time last year we didn't have them. I just had a clean house and a huge hormonal girlfriend.'

'Speaking of your girlfriend, when you making an honest woman out of her?' Pacey said, winking at Dawson as he placed Dylan down in his playpen.

'I think she is far too attached to her maiden name to consider marrying me,' Dawson said, a sly smile on his face. Pacey noticed immediately.

'You can't lie to me D, you've tried it but it doesn't work.' He said, taking Belle out of his arms and placing her next to her brother.

'Are you going to ask Joey to marry you?' Andie said excitedly, jumping her hands.

'Shhhs,' Dawson said, walking over to the door of his old room and closing it quietly. He turned around and saw the two expectant faces of his friends.

'It's her Christmas present. I'm waiting until she gets home and I was going to surprise her on the dock on the twin's birthday,' Dawson said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

'Oh my god!' Andie said, moving towards him and hugging him tightly 'I can't tell you how happy I am,'

'Took you long enough D,' Pacey said, hugging him as soon as Andie had let go to look at the ring.

'Holey Moley check out that rock,' she said, eyeing the delicate gold ring in the box. 'This is exquisite Dawson, where did you get it?'

'It's her mother's. Bessie had been keeping it since she died and had promised her mum that when Joey got married she had it. So when I asked Bessie and Bodie's permission she gave it to me.'

'That is so beautiful Dawson, she's going to be so happy!' Andie said, passing the ring to Pacey and leaning over to kiss Dawson on the cheek.

'She hasn't said yes yet,' Dawson blushed, trying not to consider the possibility that she would say no.

'Well she's had your kids, I can't see her saying no,' Pacey said, passing the ring back.

'Well, let's hope not.'

Her mind had been racing all the way from the hotel to the airport and then in the cab ride home.

Our Dawson.

She didn't want to get upset and uptight about what was said. It was all in the past and she was now really happy. Almost.

Joey looked out of the misty window and saw the creek snaking around the edge of the road. She was almost home. God she missed her kids so much. This was the last book tour she was planning to do for a long while. More to the point she wanted to give Dawson the chance to continue with his work on the movie adaptation. She knew he had given up his dreams to help raise their surprise family and she wanted to give him back his life.

She drove past a house with the family in the front yard, all throwing snowballs at each other and building a family of snowmen. It had taken her a while to accept she had her own family, just like that one. But the family didn't fell complete. She knew that now wasn't the right time to consider having any more kids, she didn't know if they would anyway. But she just wanted one thing for Christmas.

She wanted a ring.

'You are such a sadomasochist Dawson,' Jack said, closing the front door onto the Leery porch and pulling his coat around him.

'I don't know what you mean,'

'It's freezing out here D,' Jack said, sitting next to him on the seat.

'I like the winter,' Dawson replied with a smile creeping across his face.

'So when she due?'

'Five minutes,' he said quickly.

'Ahh that would explain it. So I hear congratulations are in order?' he said nudging him.

'Good those two couldn't keep a secret if there lives depended on it,' Dawson scowled.

'Come one, she my sister and he's my brother in law…..twice! They were going to have to tell me at some point,' Jack laughed.

'I suppose. Can you keep it quiet though? Too many people know already.'

'Lips are sealed. I'm really happy for you though, I know Jen would be too,' Jack said solemnly.

'I know she would. I just hope Joey is.'

'Are you serious?' Jack said 'She was stupid enough to have kids with you,'

'It worries me you are the second person to say that.'

Lights bounced off the side of Gram's house and made the snow sparkle. Jack nodded and patted Dawson on the shoulder as he got up and went back to join the party. Dawson took a deep breath in and made his way down the steps to the lawn.

She was just paying the driver when she saw him, wrapped up in his warm winter coat with a smile on his face. She felt the tingles go through her body like she was 16 again.

'Merry Christmas Miss,' the driver said, jumping in his cab and driving away.

'Hey,' Joey said, a huge grin forming on her face.

'Hey,' Dawson said, moving towards her slowly.

'So does the mother of your children get a hug?' Joey said, mirroring the speed in which Dawson was approaching her.

'Maybe, does the father of your children get a little bit more?' Dawson said, getting close enough to her to hold her hand.

'I should think so. It would be rude not to,' She said, tipping her head towards his and closing her eyes. His soft lips brushed her tenderly and all too briefly for Joey.

'Hi,' he said, his eyes still closed.

'Merry Christmas Dawson,' she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.

'Merry Christmas Joey,' he murmured as he got lost in her arms.

She paced up and down the length of her apartment. It was sparse but had everything she needed. Well, maybe not everything. She glanced over at Joey's book and snatched it up to read the biography again.

'Joey Potter is a graduate of the famed Worthington Academy in Boston where she studied English Literature. After a successful stint working at Doubleday publishing in New York City she began writing and illustrating this book, a tribute to her late friend Jennifer Lindley and her Daughter Amy. She currently resides outside of Boston with her partner and two children,'

She slammed the book on the table. When she had gotten home from the interview she scoured the internet for pictures of the two of them, desperate the see the proof. But had found nothing. Either they had been very careful with their public status or she was lying.

She had to be lying.

She fell down on the couch and pulled out a tatty shoebox from under her coffee table. Opening she pulled out a menu from a road side dinner she had visited years ago, along with a picture of herself and Dawson together at the Leery's Christmas party. They were both smiling, smiling with big, youthful grins. She had to know, she just needed to see it. She dropped the picture on the table and made her way out of the room.

She just needed to see it.