Disclaimer: I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't own them.
Note: and we have just one more to go!!!
"Joey, I can't believe how great you look. No one can tell you gave birth only 2 months ago." Jen tells her friend, who is getting dressed.
"Try having twins and breastfeeding them, it makes wonders." Joey smiles. "I'm still embarrassed Pacey asked you guys to baby sit tonight, but this dinner seems important."
"Joey, how many times you two did this for me? And they'll be fine, don't worry."
"I'm worried about leaving you here, alone with Dawson. You know things might happen." She teases.
"Joey, nothing is gonna happen. Me and Dawson, just friends, remember?"
"Ok, little Ms. Denial."
"I'm not in denial."
"No, you are just too chicken to admit that you're still in love with him."
"I'm not chicken...I just believe we're just friends and we are better like friends."
"Jen, I know for myself what is like to be afraid of my own feelings, to push away everything good because I'm scared of losing them. But I also know if I didn't stop running away, I would never be as happy as I am today." She sits on her bed, taking Jen's hand. "And I want my best friend to be happy"
"And if he doesn't feel the same? And if he feels, how are we going to solve the little problem that he lives on the other side of the country?"
"Jen, that's what you are gonna to find for yourselves. But one thing I know for sure, the way Dawson looks at you, shows how much he cares. Now, let's go, I wanna see what my husband thinks of my dress..."
At the living room
"Dawson, I have to thank you again, Mike showed up with this dinner, and I didn't want to leave Jo alone with the kids."
"Don't mention it, Pacey. And besides, I think you two need a time alone."
"Well put, my friend." Pace smiles. "And you will play house with our lovely Ms. Lindley."
"Pacey, not you too!!! Joey keeps telling me that Jen and I should be together..."
"Dawson, my wife is right, what's the problem, you two already have a kid. And don't even try to fool me saying you don't love her, because I know you better than that."
"I don't know if I love her, I mean, I really, really like her, but I don't know if it's a love like you and Jo have, and I don't think it's fair for both of us to have less than that"
"Dawson, when you look at her, does your heart melt? Does the simple act of thinking about her make you smile like an idiot? When you hold her hand, or touch her do you feel like you're home?" Pacey asks, looking straight on his eyes. "When you look into her eyes, can you see your future?"
"Yes." Dawson answers embarrassed.
"So, you have your answer. Don't waste time overanalyzing things, man. Jen is a beautiful woman; she won't wait for you forever."
Before Dawson replies, Joey and Jen come from the bedroom. Pacey looks at his wife stunned.
"By the way you're ogling me; I guess you liked the dress."
Pacey grins, shortening the distance between them, kissing her softly.
"You made me speechless."
She smiles and they start the whole list of recommendations, until Jen stops them.
"Guys, out of here. Joey, don't worry, if the wake up, both of us can give them a bottle, ok? Have fun"
The couple laughs at their own fears as they leave their babies alone for the first time. When they reach the door, Pacey turns around.
"You two behave. No wild parties, no drinking and no sex on my couch." He jokes, on his best father voice.
"Ok, Daddy, we got it." Jen retorts, chuckling.
Pacey's car
"Pacey, I really don't think babysitting is the best plan to make them realize their feelings. This looks much more as a plan to be alone with me."
"Damn, I thought you would never notice! Baby, did you talk to Jen?"
"Yes, did you talk to Dawson?"
"Perfect."
"Sweetie, I dont think I'm getting it. We leave them with our babies, after talking to them..."Joey smiles. "Pace, do you really think that just talking to them and leaving them alone together to sort out things will work?"
"If it doesn't work, we can always use your plan of sending them to a desert island and not letting them out until Dawson proposes."
"That's not my plan; it was your first choice." She replies sarcastically.
"Yeah, right. But I like this better, I get to have dinner with the most beautiful woman in town alone, without interruptions."
Back to the apartment
"I really don't know how she does it!" Jen throws herself on the couch beside Dawson. "And I thought one baby was hard to handle."
"Jen, they're Witters. That's what makes them a handful" Dawson chuckles, followed by her. "Look at Amy, she is already sleeping, peacefully."
They stay quiet for a while, just enjoying the silence. Uncomfortable, Dawson turns on the TV, Pacey's words twirling on his mind. Jen looks at him, unsure of what to do. They watch the movie in silence. City of Angels. Jen can't hold back her tears when Meg Ryan dies.
"It's so sad...now they're finally together, she dies" she says between sobs.
"C'me here, Jen." Dawson puts one arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer, trying to console her. Pacey was right, she was his home, nothing else mattered. She lifts her eyes, shining with tears, and he loses himself in her shy smile.
"I'm pathetic, crying like this over a movie." She laughs, embarrassed.
"No, you're not pathetic. You're this sensitive, gentle and beautiful woman." He puts one finger under her chin, so he could look into her eyes.
"Dawson?" She asks confused.
His answer was leaning in and kissing her like he never did before, his heart happy when he felt her kissing him back.
"Dawson, this is insane..."
"Jen, I know it won't be easy, but I wanna try it. I don't wanna deny my feelings for you anymore."
"And what exactly are your feelings Dawson? You haven't said yet."
"Jennifer Lindley, I think I'm in love with you."
"You think or you know?"
"I know." He holds his breath, waiting for her answer.
"That's good to know, 'cause I love you, Dawson Leery." And she kisses him.
None of them notices the door opening; Pacey and Joey stop at the doorframe. He whispers to her.
"I told you..."
Joey just smiles. Now everything was perfect, how it was supposed to be for a long, long time.