Here it is..the last of it.

Epilogue

Joey's POV

I pad in the darkness back to my bed. I lay on my side and immediately I feel my husband's arms on my waist.

"Are you all right, Jo?" he asks sleepily, nuzzling my neck.

"Yep, I just needed to pee and..."

"You checked upon the children too?" I can feel him smiling.

"You know me, I was worried, first night in a new house, but they're exactly like their father, both sleeping soundly. And snoring."

"I do not snore, Dr. Josephine."

"I'm sorry to tell you, Dr. Witter, but you do snore. Your wife told me so."

It's been five years since we met again. So much has changed...We got married not long after he proposed, and my wedding gift to him was a positive pregnancy test. The pregnancy was tranquil and uneventful, but we were both stressed about the baby's health. Thanks God, a lightening doesn't happen twice on the same place and on a calm spring morning, April 27th, I gave birth to Samuel Michael Witter, a healthy 8 pounds baby boy. With his moms eyes and his fathers personality.

"My wife lied." He nibbles my neck, his hand caressing my rounded stomach. Yeah, count on Pacey Witter to increase the world population.

"I don't lie, Pace. A mom never lies." I turn around in his arms to face him. To stare into those blue eyes that talk to me of love and happiness. Knowing that my eyes show the same.

"So I snore? What about you?" Pacey asks his both hands on my belly. I joke that if he could, he would walk around all day attached to my stomach like that. The baby moves, causing my husband to chuckle. "Someone is busy in there."

"Yeah, she's wide awake this time of the night." I cover his hands with my own. "Definitely a Witter; picks the right timing to annoy me." I smile, showing that I'm not annoyed at all.

"And you love us Witters for that." Pacey kisses me softly. I rest my head against his shoulder, the closer I can get. "Jo, do you think we did the right thing?" He asks me seriously.

We're back in Capeside. Last year Pacey got an offer to the position of Chief of Staff at the ER at the Capeside Memorial, and he accepted it, if I could get a job there too. They were a little bit reluctant, but in the end, Pacey won, and we moved back here. It's a weird feeling to be back where you fought so hard to leave, but we realized that it could be better for our careers and our children, to grow up in a smaller town, near their family, near our childhood memories.

"Pacey, I thought we were over this discussion. And besides, there's no going back now."

"But you loved Chicago."

"I will always love Chicago, we have good friends there, we got together there and our son was born there, but it's not the place where we are that is important, us, together, with our family, that's what is important."

"Ok, as always, you're right, Jo. Let's change the subject. What are your plans for tomorrow, birthday girl?"

"Pace, did you take a look at me? I can't be called a girl anymore, not with this huge belly," I laugh.

"You're still my girl, my dream girl, and beautiful as ever."

Before I could reply, a loud thunder was heard, followed by the recognizable cry of mommy from Sam. He hates thundering; it's the only thing that can disturb his sleep. Pacey leaves the bed.

"Don't worry, Jo, I'll get him."

Not a minute after he's left, I see a small form against the doorframe.

"Mommy? I got scared." Bella says in her sweet voice. She is so beautiful, with her dark hair and blue eyes, our little doll. Last year we told her that she has two mommies; the other one has turned into her guardian angel and watches her from Heaven. She seemed satisfied with that explanation, and asked no more questions.

"It's ok, sweetie." I pat the spot beside me, and she runs for it when another thunder followed by lightening roars. "It's pretty scary." I run my hand through her hair. "You can stay here." She mumbles something like thanks beneath the blanket. I lift my eyes, grinning when I see Pacey carrying a very scared Sammy with him.

"Getting crowded here, huh, Potter?" He jokes, and lays our son on our bed, and joining us on the king sized bed. Pacey tries to sing something to calm down the children, being booed by them, as usual. It takes a while, but soon the storm is over and the children fall asleep. Pacey turns off the lights and holds my hand above our kids. The last image I have in my mind before falling asleep is his eyes, looking adoringly at our family and no dream could be better than this.

Pacey's POV

I watch Joey falling asleep, her hand in mine, our kids in bed with us. We have been through a long road to get here. Some days harder than the others, but we made it. Together. We had to overcome our losses, picking up the shattered pieces of our hearts in the way. Joey is more than my wife, my friend, my lover. She has been also my rock. Whenever I let the sadness take over me, she smiles and holds my hand, without a word and I know that no matter what, she'll be there with me. When I was young, I dreamt about a perfect life. Guess what? Life is not perfect, but as I watch the woman I love, glowing, a new life we created growing within her, my daughter, who isn't hers from blood, but sure is from heart, and our little boy, I know that I got quite close to perfection.