Chapter 22
Coming Home
I've been having a really bad day for like two days now. And last night I was going to post this chapter (and start a new one) but midway through typing the nex6t chapter our power went out (kind of like how our stupid DirecTV kept losing the signal and I couldn't watch TV all night. So please REVIEW. It would really really make me happy.
Two days after Samantha was born, Joey was ready to leave the hospital. Despite her protests, she was wheeled out in a wheelchair. Samantha was in her arms. Over the past two days they had had several visitors and both the parents and their baby were understandably exhausted.
Flashback It was less than a day after Joey had given birth. She was resting in her hospital bed. She had just finished feeding Samantha and wasn't feeling very well. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Pacey coming back from the cafeteria with something to eat, she told the person to come in. Much to her surprise her sister was on the other side of the door.
"Bessie, I'm so glad you're here."
"I am too, Jo. I just can't believe I missed it. I wish I could have been there. Where's my niece." Bessie said all in one breath.
"Bess, slow down. First of all I know that you could not help missing this. And second, Samantha is sleeping in the nursery, I just finished feeding her.
Bessie grimaces as she remembers her own experience with breast feeding and begins to speak, "You named the baby Samantha, that's a wonderful name. All Pacey would tell me when I called was that it was a girl. Nothing else."
"I know I told him not to tell you her name. I wanted to tell you in person, so that you couldn't hide how you really feel about the name. Her full name is Samantha Lillian Witter." Joey said with a smile.
Just then Pacey walked through the door followed by the nurse who was holding Samantha. "I saw you coming down the hall and I knew that you would want to see your niece the minute you got here." The nurse placed the baby in Joey's arms and left the room.
"She's beautiful Jo, she looks just like mom, except for those blue eyes of course. Those she got from her Daddy." As Bessie says this she looks over at Pacey. She walks over to him and gives him a hug. "So how does it feel to be called Dad?"
"Scary as hell. But what scares me more is the thought of her as a teenager. If she's anything like her Mom, she is going to have me wrapped around her finger. All I know for sure is that she definitely won't be dating until she's at least twenty, wait twenty-nine years old." Pacey finishes his last statement with a serious tone. But from the smile that is playing on his lips the two women could tell that he was joking.
"You're going to be a big pushover with her Pace, you know it." Joey said, laughing.
Bessie stayed for a little while longer, but Joey soon got tired and the nurse came back in saying that Samantha needed to go back to he nursery.
End Flashback
The car ride was about thirty minutes and Joey and Pacey sat in silence for the majority of it. Although it was quiet they were communicating a million thoughts just through their facial expressions.
When they finally got back to the apartment they went to place Samantha in her crib. The room was painted a pastel yellow and had a beautiful illustration on the wall. Not sure whether the baby was going to be a boy or a girl, they had decided to paint the walls a neutral color. The painting on the wall, which Joey had slaved over for three months, featured all the different nursery rhyme characters. On the wall by the window there was another painting which Joey had painted on canvas so that when they moved the next year she could take it with them. Although it was created to resemble the childlike qualities of a nursery rhyme, for Pacey and Joey it had a much deeper meaning. It had two young children, a boy and a girl, holding hands as they stared up at the starry sky and sailed of into the moonlight. The name on the boat read "True Love."
They put their baby down and she immediately drifted off into a deep sleep. Pacey whispered to Joey as they stared down into her crib, "Should we call her Sam, Sammy, or Samantha?"
"You know when we were naming her I didn't even realize that all possible nicknames for her would be so boyish,." Joey said, chuckling out aloud.
"Well I guess it runs in the family." Pacey replied, making fun of Joey's own name, which like their daughters, was very boyish.
"I guess that we should probably call her Sam." Joey said, giving it a lot of thought.
"Thank god you said that. I don't know if I would really like to be reminded of a baseball player every time I said her name."
Together they watched Sam as they slept. Once they became to tired to stand anymore they went off to their bedroom, hoping to get a few hours sleep before Sam inevitably woke up. Sorry if its kind of short but I wanted to get it posted and I only had a half hour to type it. Please REVIEW!!!!
Coming Home
I've been having a really bad day for like two days now. And last night I was going to post this chapter (and start a new one) but midway through typing the nex6t chapter our power went out (kind of like how our stupid DirecTV kept losing the signal and I couldn't watch TV all night. So please REVIEW. It would really really make me happy.
Two days after Samantha was born, Joey was ready to leave the hospital. Despite her protests, she was wheeled out in a wheelchair. Samantha was in her arms. Over the past two days they had had several visitors and both the parents and their baby were understandably exhausted.
Flashback It was less than a day after Joey had given birth. She was resting in her hospital bed. She had just finished feeding Samantha and wasn't feeling very well. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Pacey coming back from the cafeteria with something to eat, she told the person to come in. Much to her surprise her sister was on the other side of the door.
"Bessie, I'm so glad you're here."
"I am too, Jo. I just can't believe I missed it. I wish I could have been there. Where's my niece." Bessie said all in one breath.
"Bess, slow down. First of all I know that you could not help missing this. And second, Samantha is sleeping in the nursery, I just finished feeding her.
Bessie grimaces as she remembers her own experience with breast feeding and begins to speak, "You named the baby Samantha, that's a wonderful name. All Pacey would tell me when I called was that it was a girl. Nothing else."
"I know I told him not to tell you her name. I wanted to tell you in person, so that you couldn't hide how you really feel about the name. Her full name is Samantha Lillian Witter." Joey said with a smile.
Just then Pacey walked through the door followed by the nurse who was holding Samantha. "I saw you coming down the hall and I knew that you would want to see your niece the minute you got here." The nurse placed the baby in Joey's arms and left the room.
"She's beautiful Jo, she looks just like mom, except for those blue eyes of course. Those she got from her Daddy." As Bessie says this she looks over at Pacey. She walks over to him and gives him a hug. "So how does it feel to be called Dad?"
"Scary as hell. But what scares me more is the thought of her as a teenager. If she's anything like her Mom, she is going to have me wrapped around her finger. All I know for sure is that she definitely won't be dating until she's at least twenty, wait twenty-nine years old." Pacey finishes his last statement with a serious tone. But from the smile that is playing on his lips the two women could tell that he was joking.
"You're going to be a big pushover with her Pace, you know it." Joey said, laughing.
Bessie stayed for a little while longer, but Joey soon got tired and the nurse came back in saying that Samantha needed to go back to he nursery.
End Flashback
The car ride was about thirty minutes and Joey and Pacey sat in silence for the majority of it. Although it was quiet they were communicating a million thoughts just through their facial expressions.
When they finally got back to the apartment they went to place Samantha in her crib. The room was painted a pastel yellow and had a beautiful illustration on the wall. Not sure whether the baby was going to be a boy or a girl, they had decided to paint the walls a neutral color. The painting on the wall, which Joey had slaved over for three months, featured all the different nursery rhyme characters. On the wall by the window there was another painting which Joey had painted on canvas so that when they moved the next year she could take it with them. Although it was created to resemble the childlike qualities of a nursery rhyme, for Pacey and Joey it had a much deeper meaning. It had two young children, a boy and a girl, holding hands as they stared up at the starry sky and sailed of into the moonlight. The name on the boat read "True Love."
They put their baby down and she immediately drifted off into a deep sleep. Pacey whispered to Joey as they stared down into her crib, "Should we call her Sam, Sammy, or Samantha?"
"You know when we were naming her I didn't even realize that all possible nicknames for her would be so boyish,." Joey said, chuckling out aloud.
"Well I guess it runs in the family." Pacey replied, making fun of Joey's own name, which like their daughters, was very boyish.
"I guess that we should probably call her Sam." Joey said, giving it a lot of thought.
"Thank god you said that. I don't know if I would really like to be reminded of a baseball player every time I said her name."
Together they watched Sam as they slept. Once they became to tired to stand anymore they went off to their bedroom, hoping to get a few hours sleep before Sam inevitably woke up. Sorry if its kind of short but I wanted to get it posted and I only had a half hour to type it. Please REVIEW!!!!