I sat next to Pacey, trying not to wiggle away from him. He looked at me with clear eyes, waiting for me to speak.

"Pacey" I said.

I grinned at Pacey, moving closer to him. I was already tipsy, but no where near drunk. Pacey slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer. I stepped on my tippy toes, placing a kiss on his lips. He depend this kiss, making it something extremely intimate. For once, I wasn't imagine I was kissing someone else. I was finally kissing the one I wanted, as we tumbled to the bedroom.

"Yeah" He sighed, moving closer to me.

"I came over here to tell you" I smiled slowly.

"You've chosen" He sighed.

"I've chosen what's best for me and Molly Pace" I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face. When I looked back and faced him, he held my hand. His grip reassuring, but still tight.

"You Pace. I have chosen you. I want you, I need you and Molly, and she'll need her Daddy" I smiled.

"Me" He smiled.

We looked at each other for a moment, as he leaned over and kissed me softly.

"Leave now, and live with me" Pacey offered.

"Dawson's at home" I sighed, wondering how I could possibly leave.

"When he leaves for work, call me. Pack a few bags and grab Molly, stay with me please?" Pacey almost begged.

I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Yes" I smiled, and in that moment I realized I wouldn't dislike and regret this choice.

I sat in the bathroom, looking down at the pregnancy test in my hands. Those two lines, made me break down in heartbroken tears. Bawling, sobbing and saddened by the consequences of my action. I pressed my hands to my stomach, letting the stupid test crash to the floor. My knees began to shake, as I attempted to stand up. I sunk to the floor, feeling my throat clench. I flung open the toilet seat and heaved into it, hating myself.

Dawson knocked on the door, and without asking entered. He looked at my state, and sunk to my side. He rubbed my back, slowly and trying to be calming. I gave one last heave, and pushed away from the toilet. I sobbed, as he held me.

"I hate throwing up" I sniffed. He picked up the test, looking at it.

"Jo?" He asked, "We're pregnant?"

"Yeah" I lied, "We are"

And with that lie, thousands others followed.

I kissed Pacey one last time, as I got into the car. He shut the door, mouthing something at me. I just smiled and started the car, heading back to my lies. I pulled up on the grass, sighing when I turned the car off. I pushed the door open, and quickly ran inside; hoping to avoid the horrid cold. When I pushed the door open, I saw Dawson asleep on the couch with Molly in his arms.

I picked up Molly, placing a kiss to her warm cheek. I carried her upstairs and put her in the crib, rubbing her tummy softly. She looked up at me, raising her tiny fits in the air. I sat down In the arm chair, watching her until she fell asleep. I heard her breathing, a sweet whisper of breath escaping her tiny lips.

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the chair. I fell asleep easily, into a deep and troubled sleep.

"PACEY, IT'S YOURS" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. He was silent, just staring at the small bulge.

"Pacey" I cried.

"It's okay" He said tightly, sinking back into the car seat.

"No" I sobbed, "it's not"

"We'll sort this out" He promised, staring out the window.

"There can't be a we Pacey, it was such a mistake"

"There has to be a we"

"No, I've already told Dawson it's his. I can't hurt him again Pacey"

"When she's older, she will know though Jo"

"I can't hurt him"

And yet, I did.