Joey slammed the door and angrily walked into the kitchen. Pacey followed behind her as she slammed her phone on the bed glaring at him.

"I don't understand why you are upset." Pacey told his wife. It was the first fight that they have had since being married and Pacey forgot about how work it could be.

"You should know, Pacey. That waitress was hands down flirting with you."

Pacey rolled his eyes. "And you think I pay attention to her?"

"But you noticed..."

Pacey walked over to Joey and took her hand. "But it doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is you. I love you, Mrs.Witter. Okay?"

Joey blushed and nodded her head. "Ok."

"Plus I wouldn't want two women fighting over me. Because you are feisty and it would most definitely wouldn't be pretty."

Joey rolled her eyes and kissed Pacey's lips.