~*~ Chapter 3 - Loose Ends ~*~
Pacey and Joey left the B&B feeling much better knowing they had told Bessie their news. They had decided they were going to tell everyone else over the phone.
Once home, they called Doug, Gail and Mitch Leery, Mrs. Ryan, and (after much debate) Pacey's parents.
"Look, I'll be right here Pacey. They deserve to know."
"Fine." Pacey dialed the number he had tried so very hard to forget.
"Hello?" His mother's voice rang through the phone.
"Mom? It's Pacey."
"Pacey? Oh, Pacey is everything alright?"
"Yeah Mom, we just wanted to let you know that we're moving to Boston in 4 weeks... and that Joey's pregnant."
"Oh, Pacey! Oh, that's fantastic! Let me go get your father."
"No, Mom, don't-" he said, but it was too late.
"Son, what have you done this time?"
"Oh, hi Dad, it's nice to talk to you Dad, how are you Dad?"
"Don't play all that crap with me, Pacey..."
"Ok, fine. If you must know, I went and got myself a promotion. To Boston. So you won't have to worry about me any more. Oh, and just so you know, Joey's pregnant."
"Oh... well, congratulations son... your mother wants to talk to you again."
"Yeah ok, see ya Dad."
"Pacey? Oh, Pacey, how's Joey? How far is she?"
"Uh, Joey's fine, she's... 3 and a half weeks. Look Mom, I hafta go, I'll see you in a couple a days, ok? I promise. Bye Mom."
"Bye Pacey."
"Well? How were they?" Joey asked gently.
"Well, apart from my father going at me in the beginning, everything went fine. Mom's really happy."
"Good." Joey crossed the room to where he was standing, and hugged him. He kissed the top of head. She looked up at him and teased him with a slow, passionate kiss.
"Mmm..." Pacey moaned, "You shouldn't do that to me when I can't love you."
"What, you don't want me to kiss you like that for 8 months?"
"8 months? Alright, go on then."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Joey woke the next morning to an empty bed. She looked at the clock - 7:45am.
"Pace? Where are you?"
He poked his head through the doorway.
"Morning gorgeous." He kissed her, and helped her out of their bed. "I made omelets for breakfast."
"Yum."
5 minutes later.
"Pace?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"What time is dinner tonight?"
"The reservation's for 7:30."
"Where?"
"Le Grandeur, then wherever we decide."
"So you really meant fancy!"
"Yeah! It's a very special occasion, Jo."
"Pace?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Jo... more than anything."
Pacey and Joey left the B&B feeling much better knowing they had told Bessie their news. They had decided they were going to tell everyone else over the phone.
Once home, they called Doug, Gail and Mitch Leery, Mrs. Ryan, and (after much debate) Pacey's parents.
"Look, I'll be right here Pacey. They deserve to know."
"Fine." Pacey dialed the number he had tried so very hard to forget.
"Hello?" His mother's voice rang through the phone.
"Mom? It's Pacey."
"Pacey? Oh, Pacey is everything alright?"
"Yeah Mom, we just wanted to let you know that we're moving to Boston in 4 weeks... and that Joey's pregnant."
"Oh, Pacey! Oh, that's fantastic! Let me go get your father."
"No, Mom, don't-" he said, but it was too late.
"Son, what have you done this time?"
"Oh, hi Dad, it's nice to talk to you Dad, how are you Dad?"
"Don't play all that crap with me, Pacey..."
"Ok, fine. If you must know, I went and got myself a promotion. To Boston. So you won't have to worry about me any more. Oh, and just so you know, Joey's pregnant."
"Oh... well, congratulations son... your mother wants to talk to you again."
"Yeah ok, see ya Dad."
"Pacey? Oh, Pacey, how's Joey? How far is she?"
"Uh, Joey's fine, she's... 3 and a half weeks. Look Mom, I hafta go, I'll see you in a couple a days, ok? I promise. Bye Mom."
"Bye Pacey."
"Well? How were they?" Joey asked gently.
"Well, apart from my father going at me in the beginning, everything went fine. Mom's really happy."
"Good." Joey crossed the room to where he was standing, and hugged him. He kissed the top of head. She looked up at him and teased him with a slow, passionate kiss.
"Mmm..." Pacey moaned, "You shouldn't do that to me when I can't love you."
"What, you don't want me to kiss you like that for 8 months?"
"8 months? Alright, go on then."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Joey woke the next morning to an empty bed. She looked at the clock - 7:45am.
"Pace? Where are you?"
He poked his head through the doorway.
"Morning gorgeous." He kissed her, and helped her out of their bed. "I made omelets for breakfast."
"Yum."
5 minutes later.
"Pace?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"What time is dinner tonight?"
"The reservation's for 7:30."
"Where?"
"Le Grandeur, then wherever we decide."
"So you really meant fancy!"
"Yeah! It's a very special occasion, Jo."
"Pace?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Jo... more than anything."