Joey looked up from the paperwork strewn about in front of her on the dining room table as the front door opened and Pacey walked in. It was nearly nine at night and JP had been asleep for nearly an hour, so she certainly hadn't expected him to come walking in, despite what he had said last night. He stood in the entryway to the dining room, watching her.
"You look exhausted." He nodded. People had been saying that to him all day. A couple had even cracked jokes about a long night with Joey and how he better watch it later on or he'll send her into labor. Neither of those jokes seemed humorous to him at this point in time, but he gave them the seemingly appreciative chuckle anyway to avoid questions.
"I was going to just go home after work and sleep, but there are a few things that need to be said and if I don't say them now, I probably never will. All we do is talk in circles and I can't do that anymore. It's just making things worse." He leaned against the wall, not breaking his eye contact with her. "Last night, you told me this was about trusting me." She nodded. "Do you trust me at all?" She stood up. "Because here's the thing... I don't think its that you don't trust me anymore. I think that you're scared, and damn it, I gave you every reason to be, but that's what it is. You're scared that your heart's going to be broken. And Joey... I can't swear to you that it won't happen again. I can't. I'm not going to stand here and tell you that it'll never break again. But I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere. I can promise you that I'll never lie to you again."
"Pacey, " she said, slowly moving towards him.
"I can promise you that the only woman in my heart, since the moment we kissed in your office that first time, has been you. No matter whom I dance with."
"Pacey, shut up." He looked down at her, now only inches from him. She kissed him, slowly pulling back to look at him. "I love you."
"I love you too," he said softly.
"And as much as I would love to stay up until the wee hours of the morning discussing this with you, you need some sleep." He nodded.
"I'll just drive home." She shook her head.
"No you won't. You're liable to crash into parked cars. Just go upstairs and get some sleep."
"In the guest room?"
"No." He smiled. "You're not getting any. Besides, you're going to be asleep before your head hits the pillow."

Joey woke up, the smell of his aftershave filling her nostrils and looked at Pacey lying in bed watching her.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for work."
"No, you're watching me." He kissed her shoulder. "Pacey its only five in the morning. The sun's not even up yet."
"I know. I have to be there at seven." She closed her eyes again, and he ran his finger over the dip in her collar bone. "Jo?" She looked at him. "I meant every word of what I said last night, despite my delirious state of exhaustion."
"Yeah, I know," She said, obviously still in a state of sleep.
"And I don't think you have any idea how tempting it is to give you a proper wake up right now."
"Really." He kissed the spot right below her ear.
"Yeah, really. But you get to make the first move, love." She looked at him again, fully awake now. "I'm not rushing you into anything." He kissed her, slightly surprised as she deepened the kiss, her fingers snaking around to the back of his neck and into his hair. He looked at her, hating the fact that he had to be a grown up and go to work.
"I know, you have to go."
"JP's in preschool all day?" She nodded. "Why don't you meet me for lunch at 12:30?"
"Okay," she said softly and he gave her one more quick kiss before walking out of the door.

Joey walked into Pacey's office, shutting and locking the door behind her.
"Ready for lunch?" She asked and he nodded.
"Just let me finish this up." She walked over to him, sitting on his lap.
"Pacey," She took the papers from him. "I'm pregnant and hungry, all in all not a good combination." She kissed him and he groaned as he suddenly felt her hand in his pants. "Maybe you need some motivation to get you out of this office, Doctor," She whispered, gently freeing him from the confines of his pants and sliding them down his legs with his boxers.
"Jo," he moaned, as she got on her knees in front of him, running her tongue slowly over his tip to catch the drop of that had gathered there. She kept her eyes on his as she gently sucked on his head, swirling her tongue around him. She moaned at the taste of him, taking him fully into her mouth. "Joey. Jo, you're… oh, crap." She picked up her speed, bringing her hand up to cup his balls. His head fell back against his chair as he shot off into her mouth, moaning her name again.
"Can we go to lunch now, Dr. Christensen?" She asked, slowly moving back up his body to kiss his forehead. He nodded mutely, following her out of the room.

Pacey had barely eaten a bite of his lunch. He was too distracted by everything Joey, and couldn't tear his eyes away from her mouth as she ate, still thrown by what had happened in his office not even twenty minutes ago. That was, until he caught the slight glimpse of the red lace of her bra when she leaned forward to snatch the dill pickle from his plate. He leaned back in the booth, shaking his head.
"You're killing me Jo." She smirked, glancing up at him. "And you're doing it on purpose..."
"Now, why would I do that?"
"Why? Because you're evil. All I can think about now is what just happened in my office." She looked at him, that playful smirk still on her lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just simply trying to get you to forget about work so that I could eat."
"Is that all?"
"Maybe. Maybe I just wanted dessert before lunch." He absentmindedly licked his lower lip as her voice lowered just shy of a whisper. "Or maybe I just wanted to hear that deep moaning sound you make right before you-" Joey smiled, looking at the waitress. "Hey, sweetheart."
"You guys ready for your check?" Joey nodded, looking back at Pacey who was just staring at her.
"Come," she finished, leaning forward and stifling a laugh as his eyes went to her cleavage. "Eyes up, Pace." He leaned forward looking into her eyes.
"I'll get you for this, Potter."
"Really? Should I be scared?"
"More like anxious."

Pacey walked into Katrina's, his eyes taking in the sight of what must have been every child under the age of ten from this town running and playing in her living room. He had obviously just missed the birthday cake from the looks of the kids.
His eyes finally found Joey in the dining room, her back to him, talking to another one of the moms. He came up behind her, his hands finding her hips and pulling her back against him.
"I missed you," he whispered huskily into her ear, causing a small smile to form on her lips.
"Is that right?" she asked, watching the other woman leave the room.
"You made it very hard for me to concentrate this afternoon." Joey bit her lip, trying to stifle a laugh. "How much longer until we can go home?" she turned and looked at him.
"You just got here."
"I know."
"Just stay 30 minutes? You probably haven't even said hello to Katrina yet."
"Not yet."
"Pace, please." He kissed her forehead.
"Begging only works when you're naked, Jo," he said, his voice low. She crossed her arms over her chest. "30 minutes."

Pacey tucked JP into his bed, switching on his nightlight. He looked down at the toddler, seeing he was already asleep and turned to see Joey watching him from the doorway, an amused smile on her lips. He quietly exited the room, his chest brushing against her arm as he quietly shut the door behind him.
Joey looked up at him, leaning against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. She could still faintly smell his aftershave, which was now mixed in with the scent that could only be described as... Pacey.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.
"I didn't think it was possible, but I think you're even more beautiful pregnant," he said, his voice just a hair above a whisper. He stood there, just looking at her for a moment. "What do you say, we change into something more comfortable," he said, looking down at her fingers nervously playing with his tie, "and go relax on the back porch?"
"What happened to you getting me back for today?" She asked, looking back up at him. He smiled softly at her.
"As much as I would love to take you into that bedroom and torture you into submission with hours of foreplay, you obviously have something on your mind."
"Obviously, huh?" He nodded, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Okay."
"I'll meet you outside then." She nodded, going into the bedroom.

Joey stepped onto the back porch and looked at Pacey sitting on the steps with two glasses of sweet tea sitting next to him. She was about to sit next to him when he grabbed her hand, gently guiding her to sit on the step in front of him. He moved her hair over her shoulders and gently began massaging the tense muscles.
"I need to ask you something," she said, gently biting her lip to suppress the moan that was trying to escape thanks to the pure bliss he was performing on her muscles.
"Ask away."
"Why do you have the most elaborate storage facility in town?" He stopped massaging and she looked over her shoulder at him. "Honestly, you should be renting out your house."
"And where would I live?"
"Here," she said, after slight hesitation. She tried her damnedest to make it sound like no big deal, but he knew her. The fact that she had tucked the same hair behind her ear ten times since she'd sat down had completely given how nervous she was away. He smirked down at her.
"Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Yes." He couldn't help it as the smile on his face grew.
"You're so adorable when you're nervous." She glared at him, her stare softening as he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her. "Are you sure, Jo?"
"What's the point in you leaving every night just to sleep and change your clothes in the morning?"
"You're actually going to pretend that this is about logistics? You know that isn't what I meant."
"I just figured I'd leave you an easy out, rather than tell you that I want to wake up in the middle of the night with your arms around me, or that I want my pillows to smell just like they do right now-"
"And how do they smell?" He interrupted her, his eyes not breaking their stare straight into hers.
"Like you. They smell like you, Pacey. I don't want to wake up wondering what time you're going to come by that day or have to tell you good night and watch you walk to your car. I don't want to spend another night tossing and turning in bed because the only time I can fully sleep is when you're lying next to me. I'm sick of just feeling empty, having that excited flip flop of my insides go away because you're not around."
"Potter, that's morning sickness," he joked.
"It is not and you know it," She said, shoving him in the chest and causing him to lean back onto his elbows.
"I think it might be. You are... pregnant," he said, whispering the last word like it was a secret. She leaned forward, hovering not more than an inch above him.
"I think we both know its because I'm in love with you, Pacey."
"Really? You are?"
"Stop joking." He reached up, brushing a stray hair from her forehead.
"So you love me? And that's why you want me to move in?" She nodded subtly.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Well... it looks like I'll be packing tomorrow," he said before he kissed her.