"Pacey, If we don't hurry, we are going to be late," Joey's voice beckoned into the house, "We still have to drop off Ella with Doug, before the appointment." Joey had her little girl balanced on one hip and her diaper bag on her opposite shoulder. Before she knew it Pacey burst into the kitchen, pulling his shoes on as he hurried toward her.

"Come here, ladybug," Pacey said relieving his visibly pregnant wife from carrying their 18 month old, "Let's go!"

After dropping off Ella, and popping through the KFC drive-thru to satisfy her fried chicken craving, they finally arrived at Dr. Bradley's office for her ultrasound appointment.

"Hello, my name is Josephine Witter. I have an appointment with Dr. Bradley," Joey said to the receptionist when they walked in to the doctor's office.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment," the receptionist responded plainly as she gestured to the waiting room seats.

Moments later they were led into an exam room. Joey laid down on the table and pulled her shirt up to expose her growing belly. The nurse squeezed the gel onto her stomach and began moving the sensor around her belly. Before long they began hearing their baby's heartbeat. Even though the sound was familiar to both of them from when Joey was pregnant with Ella it still made them so excited to hear it. It felt like hearing it for the very first time all over again.

"Your baby has one strong heart beat," the nurse said with the chuckle, "It's growing at a very healthy rate as well."

"As long as he or she is healthy, has ten fingers and has ten toes, I'm happy," Joey said to Pacey.

"Me too," Pacey smiled in agreement.

"Were you two interesting in finding out the sex of the baby? I think we have a pretty good look right now," the nurse mentioned to them as she continued the exam.

"What do you think, Jo?" Pacey turned to his wife, giving her the decision.

"Well we were surprised with Ella, and I'd kind of like to know if we need to paint another bedroom or if Ella will be getting a roommate. I think it would be nice to find out. What do you think, Pace?" Joey answered.

"Let's find out, Jo," Pacey smiled in agreement.

"Well," the nurse began, "we have a pretty good look down here," she pointed toward the babies legs.

Joey's eyes lit up as she saw what the nurse was point at. She looked at Pacey with a big 'Joey' smile and squeezed his hand. "Pace, it's a boy!" she squealed.

"Yes, it is Jo," Pacey responded with a smile as big as Joey and his eyes welling up a little.

"Hi Liam," Joey said, stroking the screen, "we can't wait to meet you."

"He already looks like a Liam," Pacey agreed, "What did you have in mind for his middle name, Jo?"

"I'm not really sure. I thought I'd leave that up to you," Joey answered.

"I'll have to give that some thought," Pacey thought out loud.

After Pacey dropped off Joey and Ella at the house he went for a drive to think about a middle name for his son. He decided to stop at his favorite place other than home with Joey and Ella. He pulled up to the Capeside docks, stopped his car, and sat there for a moment. He stared off at the water and his boat. A part of him would always miss the True Love something fierce because of all the memories he made on that boat, mostly with Joey. The True Love Always held its own memories for him. He proposed to Joey on this board on what was still one of the greatest moments of his life. He couldn't wait for the memories he could make with his son on this boat. He hoped he'd take him fishing and help instill the same love for the sea he had in him.

When he was young his father took him fishing time to time but often the competition got the better of John Witter. Rather than memories of his father being proud of him for catching his first or biggest fish, his memories were of his father putting him down for not having caught a bigger fish. The last time he went fishing with his dad was particularly ingrained in his mind. Unfortunately it was one of his least favorite memories. His father had gotten drunk again, and he passed out again. This time Pacey had dragged away from the bar to the beach before he completely passed out. He'll never forget the way he felt that night.

"Why can't you see me, huh? When did you give up on me? When I was 5? 10? 12? I'm 16 years old, Dad! And I'm here and I'm not perfect but I'm trying so hard for you. It's your job. It's your job to love me no matter who I am or what I become because you're my father! You're my dad! You're supposed to love me you son of a bitch. I can't do this by myself."

It still made him angry to think back on that after all this time. It took a long time, but his relationship with his father had improved. He was thankful for that. He learned a lot from his father. More than anything he learned what kind of man he wasn't going to be. He learned what kind of father he wasn't going to be. For his own son, he was going to be the kind of father who has big dreams for his son and encourages his son to dream. The kind of father who tells his son he can be anything he wants to be. He would be the kind of father who could not wait to spend time with his son. He would be the kind of father who would take his son fishing because it's fun; not for a completion.

After a few moments he turned the car back on and began to drive home. He couldn't wait to get home to see his wife, his daughter, and his son on the way. He learned a lot from his father. He learned everything not to do. Now was his turn to get it all right. He didn't have the greatest of childhoods but he knew one thing. He was going to do everything he could to give his children everything he didn't have. His son would never feel the way he did. He hoped, though, his son would love sailing as much as he did. He hoped that one thing would be the same.