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Thanks for all you reviews, but I've been working too much, writing Ask me to Stay and a new one called Worlds Collided. So here we go again.

Joey wakes up later, missing the warmth beside her. She smiles knowing well enough where her husband was. She gets off the bed, sliding on her panties and Pacey's shirt, stopping at the nursery's door, just watching him dressed only in his boxers, talking softly to Josh while he's changing him, being observed by Emmy, who obviously was not so happy about sharing her daddy's attention.

"Josh, for a little guy, you can make a big mess in your diapers…you too, Miss Emmy…" He chuckles lightly at his daughter pout face. "Just like your Mommy, whenever I say something she doesn't like too much." He finishes clothing Josh, kissing his forehead. "Here you go, boy." Josh takes his little fingers to his dad's face making Pacey smile. "Now, let's take you both to Mommy for another happy meal."

"I'm already here, Pace" Joey tells him, taking their son in her arms.

"We wanted you to rest a little bit more." He kisses her softly, while she seats to feed Josh, and picks up a wailing Emmy, who seemed to realize she had to wait for her turn, but soon calms down when her father starts to sing softly to her.

Joey grins at the sight of her husband pacing around with her daughter, singing to calm her down.

"I woke up 'cause I missed you. I guess I was really tired, I didn't hear them crying." She yawns.

"You were so peaceful sleeping; I didn't have the heart to wake you. And I know how exhausted you were after our quality time." He winks maliciously at her.

"Pace, you have to do much better than that to make me exhausted." She teases him, winking, laying a sleeping Josh back to his crib, and taking Emmy from Pacey's arms.

"So, I guess we will have to discuss this after we put these two back to sleep." He grins.

"I don't know, maybe I'm really, really tired." She shrugged.

"Are you sure, Mrs. Witter?" He sits beside her, caressing her thigh, his eyes shining.

"You're losing your touch, Mr. Witter."

"Am I really, Potter? What were your words again?" He asks ironically, kissing her shoulder, peeking at his daughter who is still sucking happily.

"Pace, not in front of the children." She covers his mouth with her hand, getting a kiss on it.

"Miss Emmy, please, help Daddy here." He says to the baby, making Joey laugh.

"Pace! Don't rush our daughter so you can have your…"

"Jo, not in front of the children." He quotes her.

After tucking Emmy back in bed, they go back to their room, Pacey embracing her from behind as they walked, kissing her neck and her shoulder.

"So, I am losing my touch, huh?" He whispers in her ear, as he feels her shiver with his kisses.

"I need more persuasion to be sure, you know?" She kisses him passionately until their breaths are labored.

"That can be arranged." He answers, taking her back to the bed.

Next weekend.

Dawson arrives at NY airport, looking through the crowd, trying to find a familiar face, when he hears Pacey calling him.

"Hey, man, over here."

"Hey, Pacey, good to see you." He hugs his friend, grinning.

"Good to see you too, D. Jen is at my place with Joey and the children and made me pick you up"

"How are they?" Dawson asks when they got into the car.

"They're great, I mean, they don't do much, mostly cry, sleep, and dirty diapers, but they're great anyway." Pacey jokes.

"Not much sleeping for you and Jo, then."

"Nope, but we manage to rest whenever we can. For me, long business meetings do the trick."

They both laugh and keep the rest of the way talking about life. Dawson is a little surprised when they get to Pacey's apartment; he never thought they were doing so well.

"Welcome to my humble place." Pacey opens the door, and the air is filled with the sound of crying babies, making Pacey hurry inside. "Make yourself at home, Dawson."

Dawson smiles at his friend, turning around to the sound of the little voice.

"Daddy." The little girl calls from her mother's arms.

"Hey, Amy! How is my little princess doing?" He takes her, kissing her face. "Hi, Jen."

"Hi, Dawson, how was your flight?" Jen asks; trying to ignore those uncomfortable feelings on her stomach.

"It was fine, thanks." He smiles. Damn, why did she have to look so beautiful? Friends, just friends, he reminds himself.

Coming from the nursery with the now silent twins, Pacey and Joey look at their friends.

"They're still in denial, Jo?"

"Still, and with Dawson's obliviousness, they will be for a long, long time."

"What do you think about making them see the obvious?" Pacey asks.

"What do you have in mind, Mr. Witter?"

"Just a little help to our friends." He answers, grinning mischievously. "Listen to what we're gonna do…"