Part 2:

Author's Note: this is the finale, final chapter! Oh, and there's a short epilogue at the end there. To bbwholly1981: haha! Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! And to everyone else who gave the time to read it, thank you!

Dawson could barely stand the wait on the plane ride as they neared Massachusetts. There was a bit of a time difference by eight hours or so. He was glad he had gotten a morning flight there; by the time he'd get there it would be late afternoon, early evening.

As soon as he got off the plane, he wasted no time getting a taxi and directing them to the Potter B & B. Joey ha to be there. That was the one place she considered 'home.' She had even told him that once. Once the cab pulled up to the B & B, Dawson shot out of the car, telling the driver to wait for him. This was it; he was going to get her back. He quickly walked up to the porch and was about to knock when Bessie opened the door.

"Dawson, what?-" she began.

"I'm here to find Joey. Bessie, I need to find here," Dawson said. "Please, where is she?" he asked. Bessie looked at him, hesitating.

"Please, I love her, and I want to get her back," he said. Not able to stand him pleading with her anymore, and realizing he was truly in love with her sister, Bessie decided to tell him.

"Okay, she left here; a few hours ago," she explained.

"So she was staying here," Dawson said.

"She didn't want you to know. I was just doing what she told me to do," Bessie said. Dawson stood there for a moment.

"Thank you," he said. Bessie looked at him and smiled.

"Your welcome. Now what are you waiting for? Go get my sister!" she said. Dawson smiled, pulling Bessie into a quick hug before running back to the cab, telling the driver to drop him off at the boarder line. She had to pass it to get back to New York, and he was planning on catching her there.

"Just great," Joey muttered to herself as it began to downpour. She turned on the wipers as the rain came down faster. She had had one hand on her stomach, but decided to have both hands on the wheel as the rain fall made it a little harder to see. The last thing she needed was to get into an accident while driving back to New York to have her baby.

"I hate this song," Joey said as she realized a song she hated was playing on the radio. Looking up to make sure the road was clear, she took her eyes off the road for a second and looked down to fight with her car radio. It hadn't been working right for a while now. Her large stomach also made it harder to lean forward to switch the station. She looked up as she continued to fiddle with the tuner.

Just as she looked up, someone jumped in front of her vehicle. Joey quickly put on the brakes, hearing them squeal on the pavement as she came to s stop; the other cars behind her swerving and honking their horns. She looked up and there was Dawson, standing in the middle of the lane, soak and wet from waiting out in the rain. Anger filled Joey as she opened her door and got out of the car to confront him.

"Dawson, what the- what the hell! Are you trying to kill the both of us!" she yelled, quickly getting soaked herself.

"I'm not getting you a divorce!" he told her. Joey threw her hands up in the air, unable to believe this was happening.

"Your too late!" she told him.

"No, no I'm not! I've still got to twelve!" he said, pointing to his watch, which was probably soaked by now.

"Dawson, it's over," she told him.

"Get off the road!" an angry driver yelled from behind them, still sitting in his car. Joey turned around, throwing her hands up in the air once more, unable to do anything about the car jam.

"There was a priest! He said there were signs all over Jo!" Dawson said, through all the noise.

"What priest? Dawson, what are you talking about?" she asked, confused.

"The picture of the park, the little girl named Joey," he explained as if it'd make sense. "There are signs all over; just like he said. He said they'd point me in the right direction and they have!" he said. "They brought me to you."

"Dawson, I don't believe in any of that. Not anymore," she told him.

"Yes you do, Joey!" he said. "And you were wrong. It wasn't the baby that brought us together. It was something else; something bigger!" he explained.

"Don't do this," Joey said as she began to cry, walking back to her car.

Dawson caught up to her, grabbing her arm. "You're my soul mate Joey, we were meant for each other," he said. "I see that now. I love you. I love you so much-" he looked down and noticed for the first time her stomach.

"What the hell is wrong with your stomach!" he demanded. Joey looked down, realizing she was caught in her lie.

"Dawson, just go back home and leave me alone!" Joey said as she tried once more to reach her car.

"Your still pregnant!" Dawson said, blocking the door, unable to believe she had lied to him.

"I know!!" Joey exclaimed.

"How could you lie to me about something like that, huh?" he asked, hurt that she had led him to believe that she had lost their baby.

"I-I don't know!" she said. "I tried to reach you but I couldn't and.." she paused. "And you lied to me too!" she reminded him, still angry about it.

"Joey, I know, and I was wrong," he said, grabbing her arms. "I was so wrong for doing that and I'm so sorry," he told her, feeling a weight lifting from his shoulder. "I love you so much; I never meant to hurt you," he told her honestly. "And I'm here now." He quickly kissed her forehead.

Then it hit him. "Oh mi god, you know what this means? We're going to have a baby!" he exclaimed happily. Another pain hit Joey, and she put her hand on the side of the car for support.

"No, I'm going to have a baby and your going to call an ambulance. Right now!" she told him. Dawson looked at her confused.

"Why?"

"Because my water just broke!" she told him.

Dawson's eyes grew wide. "This is so great!" he exclaimed happily.

"Dawson, the ambulance. NOW!" she screamed, feeling another contraction coming on. Dawson looked around frantically, before remembering his cell phone.

"I got my cell phone!" he said quickly, pulling it out of his pocket and dialing 9-1-1. Joey screamed, the contractions growing more and more painful.

The ambulance arrived twenty minutes after Dawson had called. By now, Dawson had moved Joey to the side of the road, so that at lest she wasn't laying in the middle of the road.

"Hurry up, she's over here!" Dawson called out as the paramedics arrived. He looked down at Joey. "It's okay, their here," he assured her. Joey fritted her teeth as another contraction hit her.

"Sir, is this your wife?" one of them asked as the other inspected Joey, to see how far along she was already.

"Yes!" "No!" they both said at once.

"Ma'am, do you think we could move you inside the ambulance where it'll be dryer?" he asked.

"She's not going anywhere, these contractions are right on top of one another," the other paramedic informed him.

"Did you hear that Jo? The contractions are on top of each other which means the baby will be here soon!" Dawson said.

"I'm not deaf, I'm in labor!" Joey exclaimed.

"Oh my god, were having a baby!" Dawson exclaimed, for the hundredth time, wishing he could tell his parents that there was a a baby after all and that Joey was giving birth at that very moment.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Joey said over and over again.

"They always say that," the paramedic assured Dawson. Dawson looked back down at Joey.

"Joey, you can do this; I know you can!" he said, stroking her head.

"Alright miss, it's time for you to push," the paramedic told her. "I hope you have a name picked out," he said. Joey's eyes went wide with shock. "Alright, give her some oxygen over here!" he told the other paramedic.

"Okay, the baby's coming and I'm here," Dawson assured her. "I'm right here."

"Go away, Dawson!" she said, pushing him away.

"No, I'm not leaving Joey! I'm never leaving you again!" he promised.

"Get away from me!" she said as she continued to push him away from her. Then another contraction hit and she pulled him over to her once more.

"Dawson, please! Please don't leave me! I love you and…" she caught her breath. "I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I need you so much!" She then screamed as she began to push.

"Ow, ow, Jo; honey, your breaking my hand!" he told her as she continued to scream.

"Okay, now the baby's head is crowing so I need for you to keep pushing!" the paramedic told her.

Joey nodded quickly, wanting to pain to be over. "There's a blanket in the back of my car!" she told the paramedic behind Dawson.

"Joey, push! C'mon, you can do it! Push!" he said, just as eager to se their baby as she was. Joey continued to scream as she pushed for what seemed like hours.

"The head is out!" the paramedic informed them. Joey's face was pale.

"This is it, Jo; push, breath, push!" he told her. Joey continued to push.

"One more push and it should do it," the paramedic said. Joey pushed as hard as she could. A few seconds later, they heard crying.

"It's a girl" the paramedic told them with a smile on his face. Joey craned her head to try and see.

"It's a girl!" Dawson said, seeing the baby. "You should see her she's so beautiful!" he said as the paramedic wrapped the baby up in the blanket and handed her to Joey. Dawson wrapped his arm around her as they looked at their screaming baby. Their daughter. Dawson smiled. He had a daughter.

A few minutes later, Dawson looked down at his watch. "Oh no."

"What?" she asked

"We're divorced," he said. Joey looked at him and they both laughed. He smiled as he kissed her cheek then bent down and kissed his daughters bald, tiny head.

Epilogue

Dawson and Joey were married a few months after their daughter was born. Being Joey's choice, they were wed in Capeside. They had a beautiful outdoor wedding, where they were surrounded my many friends and family. Pace and Audrey were there as well, Audrey holding tiny one month old Emily while Joey and Dawson exchanged vows. After the wedding, the two went back home; to Los Angeles, California where they had finally decided to live; as a family.