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Joey stared down at her sleeping baby, her little boy. She never thought it had been possible to love someone this much. Well, she did know, but she wouldn't admit it to herself before. Joey headed out of the nursery and made her way down the long hall that would lead her to her husband. As she approached the living room, she looked around the room and saw all the pictures that lay above the mantel that were now shining in the glow of the fire. She scanned them all in their frames; first she saw the one from their senior year that Dawson had taken of Joey and Pacey at his parents' Christmas party. Then the one of her and her husband on their wedding day; she had been so happy that day to finally marry the one she loved. To its right was Joey holding baby Joshua, glowing after just giving birth hours ago. On the very left of the mantel was a picture that was taken last summer when she, Pacey, and Josh went off to Cape Cod; sitting next to that was one of them on True Love. But in the middle was her favorite picture; the one that seemed to draw all the attention. It was taken their senior year when Andie was leaving Capeside. It was the only picture she had of everyone together at the time when they were all friends, or hoped to be. How she missed everyone so much. After Jen had died four years ago, she lost touch with her old friends; friends she treasured so deeply.

As she entered the living she saw Pacey sleeping soundly on the couch with the remote in his right hand that was touching the floor. She approached him and ever so slightly as to not wake him, she took the remote and turned off the TV. Joey then argued the idea of kissing him in her head because she didn't want to wake him up. He was so cute sleeping, but figured it was worth the risk. She bent down and kissed him softly on the head. He stirred but did not wake up.

"Good," Joey thought, "a tired Pacey is a grumpy Pacey." When Joey was about to head to the bedroom, she was reminded of Mrs. Ryan's words all those years ago.

You know you love someone when you can spend the entire night just sitting by the fire watching them sleep.

So she grabbed a blanket and sat down in the rocking chair while watching her love sleeping by the fire.

Pacey was woken up to the bright sunlight hitting his eyes and he peered over to the clock that red 6:05.

"This is too early," he thought as he walked over to the adjoining kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. That's when he noticed he wasn't alone. Over to the side, sitting in the rocker, was his lovely wife sleeping. She must have stopped by the fire to watch me sleep again, he thought while walking over to her.

"God, she's beautiful," he thought. He didn't want to wake her because she had probably stayed up late, even though he did have to go into the restaurant this early and she'd probably be mad at him for not doing so. But she'll thank him someday. He slowly picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, being as gentle as he could to not wake her. He set her down on the bed, tucked her in, and tiptoed out of the room to the nursery. And there lay, sleeping peacefully in his chestnut crib, his little boy Joshua. Gosh, how much he loved this little boy, and his wife. His life was perfect. If someone had told him ten years ago that he'd be in love with Joey Potter, and happily married with a child, he would have either slapped them or died laughing. But he didn't feel that way anymore; because he too could spend all night watching her sleep by the fire.