Pacey walked in the bathroom to find Joey in the bathtub. He could see the pain in her face as he walked in. He sat outside the tub and slowly started to rub his fingers on her cheeks. She was eight months pregnant again and she felt like she could pop at any moment.

Pacey softly rubbed her side of her belly that their son had been kicking at all day.

"Does this make it better?" Pacey asked softly as he kissed her cheek. "Kind of, I am still in a lot of pain."

"I bet." Pacey whispered as he kissed her lips. "I love you.,"

"I love you too. But can you tell your son mommy is not a soccer ball."

Pacey laughed at this at first but then he realized how serious she looked. He then went down to her stomach and kissed while saying "Hey buddy, your mama is not a soccer ball, okay?"

"Thank you." Joey said and then lift his face up and kissed him.