Pacey looked through the closet to find almost none of his clothes in there. He had about five t-shirts and zero sweatshirts in the closet.

He walked over to Joey's side of the closet and smiled as he saw most of his clothes on his wife's side. But he didn't have the heart to tell her to stop stealing his clothes especially when she is pregnant.

He then let out a laugh as he walked over to Joey who was in their bed, where her body was across the bed and her face was on his pillow.

Pacey sat on the bed and started to kiss the back of her neck and he laid sideways as he started to kiss her cheek.

"Pacey, stop." She mumbled into the pillow. He continued kissing her as he could hear her mumble something else into the pillow.

"You know, I only have five t-shirts and zero sweatshirts left in my closet. Do you happen to know where the rest of them are?"

"I think that's a problem you need to deal with when your pregnant wife isn't sleeping," Joey muttered bitterly at him.

"As amazing as you look in my sweatshirts, do you think I can steal one of them back? "

Joey turned to face him and put her hands on his face. "But then what will I wear, sweetheart?" Joey jokingly asked.

"We could always-"

"Don't say it, Witter."

Pacey let a deep breath and prepare himself for the fight he had been having with Joey for the past week.

"Joey, you are twenty weeks pregnant, you are bound to get bigger. Maybe you need to get-"

"No, no."

"More clothes because your body is growing, Joey. It's normal."

"But you don't get it," Joey whispered with a small pout.

"What am I exactly not getting?"

"The fact if I get maternity clothes, it's just going to make me feel more pregnant."

"But you will feel more comfortable, I am sure my sweatshirts aren't going to last you another twenty weeks."

"But I can always try," Joey smirked.

"You are right, but I think you know I am right as well. You just don't want to admit it, Mrs. Witter."

"Watch it,Mr. Witter."

Pacey put his hands up in the air which caused her to giggle. "How about after work, we go to a few stores and I go with you. I will even get out early."

"You would do that?"

"I would do anything for my sexy baby mama."

"Ok, ok. Go get your sweatshirts out of the closet, mister."

Pacey kissed her lips and then went out of their bed with a small sympathetic smile at her. He knew that when he got out of work, it was going to be a long evening of trying on clothes but at least he would have some of his sweatshirts back no matter how good she looked in them.