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Chapter 4 “Excuse me,” she said so he'd face her and it was him…Eddie. “Eddie,” she breathed, so stunned to see him. “Jo, oh my God, long time,” he said hugging her and she gladly returned the hug. “Jesus Christ, how's it been? How long has it been? Ten years?” “Yeah,” he said. “You saved my life and I saved your friend Audrey's, remember?” “Oh yes, thank you for that by the way. How's your life?” “So much more than I thought it would be, and you're half the reason.” “Eddie you had so much to give, you just had this major pain in the ass chip on your shoulder.” “Your faith in me was pretty much everything I ever had.” She smiled and placed her hand over his. “I had faith in you for a reason, I was right.” He noticed the wedding ring. “So who'd you end up marrying?” he asked. “Preppy guy I loved all my life you met a couple of times.” “Ah, right, guy we spent Christmas dinner with.” “Yeah. And I'm pregnant with our first kid,” she said, rubbing her sixth month pregnant stomach. “And having a glass of wine,” he noted. “I'm a medical doctor, it's not going to hurt the baby, not to worry.” “A medical doctor? I always knew you'd be something incredible.” “You always were incredible. And you're still gorgeous, just so you know.” “So are you, I couldn't even tell you were pregnant.” “Well, I'm facing the counter, not to you, trust me, she's getting big.” “It's a she? What name are you going with?” “Hillary Lillian Potter Leery.” “Wow, have a name.” “Yeah, poor thing. But I thought since I carried her and am going to be screaming in pain in three months the least she could do is carry my name as well.” “Yeah you always were a tough woman, one of the reasons I loved you.” “I loved you too and you broke my heart,” she teased, sipping her drink. “So does any lucky woman have your heart now?” “As a matter of fact one does,” he smiled. “Ooh, fabulous,” she said. “Are you happy?” “Yep. You?” “Yeah. You still look better than me and it's aggravating as hell.” He chuckled. “I never looked better than you.” “Oh yeah, right. Listen, I actually have to go to my monthly appointment to check on the baby but I'm glad I saw you, and hope to again. I wish you nothing but the best, Eddie.” She stood up and he followed, they gave a light hug and he kissed her on the cheek.
“Bessie?” “Yeah. How'd you know?” “Caller ID, what's up?” “How's my niece?” “Kicking actually, you know how to make them stop kicking?” “Why? She wearing you out?” “Yeah.” “Where's Dawson ?” “It's twelve noon here Bessie, he's on the set making his movie.” “Can I come to the premiere?” “Yes, you know you can.” “I miss you honey.” Joey smiled into the phone. “I miss you too.” “So do you like pregnancy?” “Sometimes, but my God the nausea the first four months nearly killed me. I never knew how painful throwing up could be.” “Oh well it's nothing compared to childbirth.” “I know, I'm starting to be fearfully afraid of that part of motherhood.” “Just make sure you take the drugs.” “Oh Bessie, that was never even a consideration, I want to be so numb that I won't even be able to tell when I'm pushing.” “Okay kiddo, call me the second you feel anything approaching a contraction and I'm on the next plane out.” “I will.” “Hey Jo?” “Yeah?” “I love you and I'm proud of you. You've become more than anyone who's loved you could ever imagine.” “I love you too, Bess. Thank you for that. Thank you for loving me when I thought no one in the world did.” “I might've been partly responsible for you feeling that way and I'm sorry.” “It's all right. Those years we had to stick together, it taught me how life really was.” “No, that's how life can be, Jo. You can expect life to be better than that. Let all the pain and regrets go and just be happy.” “I will, I am.” “Talk to you later.” “Night Bess.”
When Dawson came through the front door he called for Joey instantly, letting her know he was home. When he got no response he walked into the living room where he saw her sitting on the couch, leaning over so her she held her face in her hands, her elbows on her knees. “Joey? You all right?” He came over and sat on the coffee table across from her and removed her hands so he could see her face. She'd been crying. “What is it?” “I just started thinking about my mother and the tears just came.” When he tried to pull her to him she pulled back. “No, Dawson , you don't understand. What if what happens to me happens to my baby? What if something happens and I die and I leave her?” “You're not gonna die-“ “You don't know that, no one can predict if I'm gonna get hit by a car or have a heart attack, no one can assure me for sure and I don't want to have this baby if I'm gonna leave her.” He took her hands. “Joey, look at me, LOOK at me,” he demanded and she did. “No one can predict that for anyone. Now if you want me to get a fortune teller to come tell you you'll die at a ripe old age, I will, but Jo if you waste your time fearing you're gonna die you're not really living.” She gripped his hands and her eyes lowered, her wet lashes being the only part of her eyes he could see. She exhaled. “I know you're right, but God I don't want to do to my child what my mother did to me.” “You won't. I promise you won't.” She nodded, wiping her tears. “You're right, sometimes I just get so scared. And having a baby is scary but I want it so badly.” “Well we've got three months left.” “And I'm just going to keep growing and growing until then,” she smiled. “I'm gonna look and feel like hell.” “So will I, it's all right,” he said. “Let's go to bed.” He helped her up off the couch and held her that night.
Chapter 5 “What? I got here ten minutes ago and I've only had mild contractions for thirty minutes.” “They weren't mild contractions, they just didn't hurt you terribly.” “So can we give me the drugs before the pain starts to kill me?” Joey asked. “No, it's too late. You're dilated completely, we're gonna need you to start pushing in about another sixty seconds. You're one of the rare people who will give birth to their first child in less than hour.” That was music to Joey's ears. Dawson held her hand beside her. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah, I can't believe how much I'm not in pain. I'm exhausted but I'm not in that much pain.” Following the next few minutes Joey pushed as hard as she could, four times and the baby was out. By the time the baby was out she was sweating but leaned back and sighed in relief. “Oh my God,” she whispered, releasing her tight hold on Dawson 's hand. She took a few breaths as Dawson wiped her face with a washcloth. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too,” she said breathlessly. “Are they cleaning her off?” She was too exhausted to look herself. “Yeah.” Joey tried to raise up so she could see the doctors. “Is she okay? Is she a girl?” “Yes, and she's fine,” the doctor's said. Joey laughed and cried. “Thank God,” she said, reaching for Dawson . “I love you so much,” she said. “Here's your daughter,” the doctor said, placing the cleaned baby in Dawson 's arms. Joey smiled as she watched Dawson ooh and ahh over their daughter. Joey asked the doctors to tell Bessie and the rest of the gang outside that she was okay. “Can I see her?” Joey asked. “Yeah, here, Hillary, this is your Mommy,” Dawson said, putting his daughter in Joey's arms. Joey's baby opened her eyes and looked up at Joey with a recognition that soothed and cheered her soul. Her daughter's eyes met hers and her baby knew her. Hillary then yawned and closed her eyes. Tears fell down Joey's cheeks. “I love you…baby,” she whispered. “I know you've spent nine months trying to get out and that you're going to spend the rest of your life trying to get back in but I promise you I will keep you safe. That I will give you my all. Know my voice and know my love.” “I'm sorry to break this up but we need to take her so the both of you can get some rest,” the nurse told Joey. “All right,” Joey said. “Just be careful with her.” “We will,” the nurse said, taking the tiny little being out of the room. A half hour later when Joey was finally able to relax, she reached for Dawson 's hand. “Go home and get some sleep, you're exhausted, I know you are, baby.” He kissed her lips gently and wiped her face again with a cool cloth. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yep, she didn't tear, I didn't need to be cut, it's all over, everything's fine.” “How can you be so calm?” he asked. “I'm scared to death.” “You need to sleep,” she told him. “Oh I need to sleep?” he laughed. “You've just done the hardest thing known to man and you're taking care of me?” “This wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I guess the bad part was the pregnancy. Jen's pregnancy was my opposite. She had no morning sickness and very little discomfort but it took her eighteen painful hours to deliver her child. Karma I guess kicks you in the ass in different ways.” “Yeah well, like you said, every pregnancy is different.” Joey was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. “Go home, Dawson . Go get some sleep, you're exhausted. Come back in a few hours. I'll be here loving you.” “No,” he said. “You sleep, I'm going to watch you.” She placed her hand over her stomach. “Thank God my stomach will start to go back to the way it was. I'll be able to see my feet again. Dawson , don't be stubborn, please go get some rest.” “All right, all right, just rest, get strong. Are you in pain?” “Sore,” she whispered. “And hungry but I'm too tired to eat right now.” “K, go to sleep.” Dawson left Joey's hospital room and went to the nursery where he stood and watched his daughter for the next twenty-five minutes. “Hey man,” Pacey said, lightly smacking Dawson on the back. “Or should I start calling you, Dad?” “Please,” Dawson smiled. “She's beautiful, isn't she?” “Yeah, how's her Mom doing?” “Hopefully sleeping.” “She okay?” “Yep. Like always she's taking care of me still.” “It's enough to drive ya crazy.” “Why don't you go home and when Joey gets out of here we'll have a party welcoming my daughter?” “Sure, I'll call everybody, let them know what happened, what's going on. That she arrived.” “Thanks Pace.” Dawson heard his footsteps fade and kept his eyes on his sleeping daughter. “She's beautiful,” Bessie said, coming up behind him. “Yeah, she is. Just like her Mom.” “I never thought I'd see the day when my baby sister would be a mother. I'm not going to hold her until Joey hands her to me, that's how I want to do this, but you need to get some rest.” “You're as bad as your sister.” “Oh, so she's been nagging you too? Well she's right. You both need to get some sleep. If you want I'll stay right here and watch over my niece until you come back, all right?” “I need to be near her, I just got to hold her for the first time.” “Okay, fine, I'm not going to tell you to leave your child but just come over here to the chairs and rest. I'll get you some coffee and something to eat.” “Where's Mike?” Dawson asked. “Driving Pacey home.” “All right, Jen and Jack and planning to call Jo but give her a few hours of sleep.” “Sure,” Bessie said. “I'll be back in two hours,” Dawson said. “I have my cell and beeper on as well as the home phone, call me if anything happens, good or bad.” “Promise,” Bessie said. When Dawson left her sight, she walked up to the glass window and looked at Hillary. “Your parents love you so much,” she whispered. “I used to drive your mother crazy but you are now officially…the light of her life. Your Mom and Dad will love each other and drive each other up the wall throughout your lifetime, but they have never been able to help loving each other, and they will never be able to help loving you. You've come into this world very loved and you always will be.” A nurse came out and saw Bessie. “Are you a parent?” “No, I'm an Aunt,” Bessie smiled. “Hillary Lillian, how's she doing?” “Every baby in there is beautiful and healthy.” “Good.”
Two weeks later Joey sat in her living room with Mike, Pacey, Jack, Andie, Audrey, CJ, Jen, Gale, Bodie, Lily, Alexander, and Bessie as well as Dawson , holding her baby. “Can I hold her?” Bessie said. “Yeah,” Joey said, handing her baby gently to her sister. “Oh hi,” Bessie said to the baby's face. “I'm your Aunt Bessie. I love you,” she said. Jen took a picture and the light flashed through the room. “Whoa,” Joey said, blinking. “Jeez, have a flash.” “Sorry,” Jen said. “No it's okay, this I actually will want photos of. Please take as many as possible, Jen. I'll pay. She's only gonna be this age once.” “Can Uncle Pace have a turn?” Pacey asked. “In a minute,” Bessie said, not wanting to let go of her niece. “Okay, we all need to play a game as we pass her around,” Joey announced. “You've gotta get some sleep because tomorrow night's the premiere of Summer Sisters,” Mike told his daughter. “I know,” she whined, sitting on the couch in her jeans, sweat socks and a sleeveless, loose shirt with her hair up in a twist. “And I wanna go, I'm the one that talked Dawson into directing that movie but I don't wanna leave my baby yet.” “Well neither do I but you're going with me,” Dawson said. “The photographers are gonna-“ “Jo, enough whining, you'll teach your daughter bad things doing that,” Bessie laughed. “Shut up, Bessie,” Jo smiled. “Let's play poker.” “Are you nuts?” Jack said. “We're not gonna play poker, we're gonna play with your baby.” “Hey, she is truly a teeny tiny little thing so she needs to go get some sleep in about five minutes so I suggest you pass her around more quickly.” “All right,” Bessie said, handing Hillary to Pacey. Jen snapped a few more shots of Pacey making a goofball out of himself, holding and talking to the baby. Joey yawned and leaned over on Dawson 's shoulder. “Tired?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her. “Yes,” she yawned. “But I'll hang in there a few more minutes,” she said reaching for her yogurt on the table. “ General Hospital 's gonna be on Soapnet in a few minutes, gotta make sure I don't miss that.” Dawson rolled his eyes. “She watches soaps?” Jack asked. “Two! All right, sue me,” Joey said. Jen was holding the baby now, caressing its face lightly with her fingertips. “I wish you'd brought Julia,” Joey said. “She's a year and a half and I couldn't fly five hours with her Jo, couldn't do it.” “I hear ya,” Joey said, drinking her orange juice. “What are you, on some health kick?” Pacey asked. “Yeah, I'm trying to be really healthy. I work and I raise a kid and I'm a celebrity's wife. I have to be strong.” “Oh, speaking of which, Jo, I need you to be in one of my movies.” Joey did a spit-take at that comment. She wiped her chin and looked at him. “Excuse me?” “Uh oh,” Jack said. “I sense some tension coming on here and I ask you both to stop and breathe before you discuss this any further in front of all your guests.” Joey couldn't help but laugh at Jack. “I'll only do it if it's only slightly more than an extra's part,” Joey told Dawson . “I'm not an actress.” “No, but you can act,” he said. She gave him the look. “Says who?” “Says me.” “Fine, we'll flip for it,” she said, pulling out a quarter and tossing it up in the air. “Call.” “Heads.” When it landed, Dawson won. “Crap,” she laughed. “Well that went well.” They laughed and shared time with each other for another two hours, all having missed each other desperately. Pacey was the only other one who lived in California . The rest had flown in to be with the entire gang again. Lily and Gale were going back to Capeside in the morning, Mike and Bessie tomorrow evening, Jen, Andie, and Jack in another two days. Audrey…God knows with her. “You'll be an actress in five seconds and then guess what, they'll be naked pictures of other women posted with your head all over the net,” Audrey laughed. “Oh thanks,” Joey laughed, throwing a piece of popcorn at her. “Okay,” Joey said, standing up. “I love you all but I gotta get myself to bed so I can get my ass up in the morning to go to the hospital and then come home, nap, and then go to the premiere.” “Yep, everybody, let's start heading out,” Jen said, standing up. Joey and Dawson gave hugs and kisses to everyone, along with promises of a remake of this night and best wishes. Joey hugged Alexander and Lily. “Love you guys so much,” she said, kissing them both on the head. “Love you too, Jo,” Lily said. Once everyone was filtered out of the house, Dawson took Joey to bed, where she dreamed of how this all started.
Joey was broke so she couldn't take a flight. She had transferred to San Francisco last year and was turning twenty-eight tomorrow. She got in the car and refused to stop until she'd reached him. She was so tired of delaying what she'd always wanted, waiting for it to somehow happen. She would now make it happen. She would drive all night until she got to him and she would become a part of him forever. She had the accelerator to the floor as she went through the long highways in the late hours of the night, nothing and no one around. She put the top down in her convertible and took off her shirt and bra, letting the midnight air flow over her skin, the wind blow her hair as she sang with the radio. Celine Dion's “I Drove All Night” came on and Joey thanked God for giving her this song at this moment and she sang along.
“I had to escape
She sang to various songs all night long, each love song speaking directly to her heart, directly to what she was feeling for Dawson . That spark that initiated when she was a child that would explode inside her so much that when he would walk into a room and not see her, she had to leave to be able to survive. He never noticed, not until she told him. She knew that the possibility of going to France was what made him see that he loved her, and when he did, he told her he'd always loved her. But after that, it was none stop chaos for their love, it went up and down, they buried it and analyzed it to death. In the back of both their minds they both figured they'd be together in the end, and to let fate take it's course. But Joey, though believing somewhat in fate, also believed in free will and was choosing to finally use it. The wind blew against her bare flesh, encouraging goosebumps on her tanned skin. She prayed a cop wouldn't drive by and not only give her a ticket for speeding but for being half nude as well. She remembered her first kiss with Dawson …her first real kiss, when he grabbed her and kissed her. She remembered how shocked she was when his lips touched hers. She remembered when he pulled back and she looked at him, about to cry and he kissed her again. She thought when he called her name and grabbed her arm that he was going to give her some other stupid speech telling her all the reasons she shouldn't go to Paris leaving out the only reason in the world why she would want to stay, but he didn't, and he showed her instead of telling her. That was truly one of the most defining moments, one of the most intense moments of her life…and people could call it teenage angst but it was so much more than that. Joey smiled at the memory as she rested her arm against the car and leaned her head into her hand. The wind was too extreme though and she had to put her hair up. Pulling over she put her hair up and applied some makeup so she wouldn't look like death when she finally got there.
Joey pulled over to eat a little and drink the coffee she'd brought, which was now cold. She didn't care though. She was on a mission. But she was giving herself five minutes to just sit back and relax…
She sang more songs and passed more roads and houses than she could count, and finally she was getting towards the rich part of L.A. where Dawson 's rich little shack was located. Joey pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car instead of opening the door. Turning back around immediately she dove into the backseat where her purse was and pulled her hair out of the ponytail, brushed it, re-applied basic makeup and headed for the door. It was just about five in the morning. She rang the doorbell and inhaled the fresh morning air. “Come on, Dawson , open the door,” she whispered as she continued to knock. Finally she heard footsteps and stopped knocking. She was so damn bubbly she could hardly stand still. When the door opened and she saw his face, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him to her, clamping him against her for an embrace. He was still half asleep and now…confused. He slowly hugged her back. “Jo?” he asked, wondering if something was wrong. “Shh, yeah,” she said, just reveling in the feeling of this embrace. Eventually she pulled back and looked at him, then laughed. “I drove,” she said. “You drove?” “Yeah, I drove all night to get here, to you.” “Why? Is something wrong?” “No, did I wake you?” “Not really.” She was just gonna say it. “ Dawson , let's just…let's get married, let's be together. I was thinking about us and how nothing ever gets rid of this feeling that's between us and I just want to be with you and stop waiting for something to bring us together. I wanted to bring us together.” When he didn't immediately say anything, she grabbed his face and kissed him. She didn't give him much of a chance to kiss back but she made it clear what her feelings were. When her lips left his she closed her eyes and pulled him to her again, running her fingers lightly in his hair. But when she opened her eyes and saw into his house, she saw someone sleeping on his couch, a woman, and she pulled back. “Oh my God,” she said, turning around quickly, so he wouldn't see how totally fucking embarrassed she was. He put his hands on her shoulders. “Jo-“ She shook his hands free. “Oh my God, no no, don't touch me. Is that some random woman you just slept with? An actress or producer or something?” He was so damn confused by this flash of lifelong wishes and fantasies that it took him a minute to come up with an answer. “Uh, yeah, sort of. But Joey-“ “No no,” she said, turning around. “Please don't defend yourself or explain anything to me. I could've picked up a phone like a normal person.” “Do you wanna come inside?” “NO! No I think I kinda just want the floor to swallow me,” she said, putting her hands over her eyes. “I don't know, Dawson , I don't know. I don't know why I got in the car and why I showed up here at five in the morning uncalled for, I'm sorry. I think I'm just gonna get back in my car-“ “No, don't do that, just come with me,” he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her somewhere. As she walked beside him, she cringed and really would've preferred being hit by a truck than this. He took her into the house through another door and then let go of her arm. It looked like they were in a laundry room or something. Joey's face was burning up and when he turned a light on she turned away again. “Dawson, I'm embarrassed as hell, can we just leave it at that?” “No, I can't exactly just forget what you just told me.” “You're with someone else and you have that right, and I just asked you to marry me when you're with another woman-“ “Jo, for God's sakes!” Joey awoke. It was dark, where the hell was she? Oh my God, it was just a dream. She hadn't reached his place yet. She was close but she'd had to pull over. She looked at the clock and realized she'd only been asleep for a half hour. She pushed away her uncomfortable thoughts about the dream she just had and put the accelerator on the floor, determined to reach Dawson . And finally she was there, really there. She parked outside his gates and there wasn't a light in the house on. Course for the time it was, that wasn't unusual. Joey wanted to surprise him so she grabbed hold of the bars of the gate and climbed up and over them, thankful she'd been a tomboy all her life. When she was on the inside of the property she let go of her grip and landed on the ground, hard. She looked at the beautiful house, it having been forever since she'd been inside it. But she still knew her way around it. Going around to the back of the house, she saw a ladder up to a part of the roof and smiled. Maybe like her Dawson had fantasized about being young and having this part of his life back. Now if the window was open, she was set. And it was a hot, sticky night. There wasn't as much humidity on the west coast as on the east but tonight you wouldn't know that. She grabbed onto the ladder and climbed up. His window was open as usual. She climbed inside as quietly as she could and walked over to see his sleeping form. She sat down on the bed slowly, and caressed his face with the back of her hand. He twitched slightly in response. Then his eyes opened. They saw her, they just didn't acknowledge her presence. “ Dawson ?” “Yeah, hey,” he said, now awakening. “What are you doing here?” “I drove.” “In the middle of the night?” “All night.” “Is everything okay?” he asked, sitting up and turning the light on. “No don't,” Joey said, stopping his hand. “Don't turn the light on. This is how I want to say this. Dawson , you did have me.” He wasn't awake yet, and he was confused. “What are you talking about?” “When we were seniors and you looked at me and told me you didn't get me. You did, you got more of me than anyone else ever has and I can't believe I didn't make sure you knew that.” “And you drove a few hundred miles to tell me that?” “No, that's only part of it. You say I never do anything crazy, well wait, because this is going to be crazy.” “All right.” She sighed. “The summer I went away with Pacey, before that, at your parent's wedding, you told me that I had a chance to go to Paris and that you stopped me. That you wanted me with you and that you were selfish. You told me to go and I did. I went because I had feelings I couldn't really understand for someone other than you. But Dawson , I never ever fell out of love with you. I have been in love with you all my life, pretty much whether I wanted to be or not. I was lucky though to be able to experience love with other people and I have loved. I've had the time of my life being in love with a few others than you, but at the end of the day it's you I want to see. When I wake up it's you I want to see. I lied to you about sleeping with Pacey because on some very large level, I still wanted my first time to be with you, and I wanted your first time to be with me. Not that I regret sleeping with Pacey, but what I regretted was not having slept with you. Not having that first connection with you. So many of my firsts were with you Dawson, I still don't know how we both slept with other people. And then finally we did, finally we were together, and nothing felt so right. I know I ended us there and I know since then we have gotten together off and on but I want that to stop now.” If she was saying what he thought she was, then he'd fantasized about this moment more times than he cared to recall. “ Dawson I love you. I want to marry you, I want to move my career to wherever you are and be with you. Give me the chance to make you as happy as you make me. I know that there are a thousand reasons why we shouldn't do anything as crazy as this and that there's only one reason to do it, but that one reason is all I can think about, all I can want.” There was an awkward silence then, and Joey feared she'd gone too far. “ Dawson ,” she said, looking down in embarrassment. “Please say something. I had a dream about telling you when I pulled over on the side of the road to doze for a few and I think I said and did it so much better in my dream.” “With me proposing and then seeing you had an actress in your bed.” “Come with me,” Dawson said, getting up and taking her hand. “Come with me to the roof.” He went out of the window and pulled her out with him. They sat down together like they used to at his parent's house. “I'm old fashioned, Jo,” he said, and she feared the answer was going to be a polite and practical no. “So let me get a ring and do it my way, the traditional way.” Joey sucked in a breath as tears poured from her eyes. “You still love me?” she gasped. He took her face in his hands. “I never stopped.” She closed her eyes and exhaled, her face falling to his shoulder. “Oh my God,” she sighed in relief. “At the prom when Pacey lashed out at me and you ran after me and put your suit jacket around me, even though there were a hundred things going through my mind I…remember knowing at that moment that there was something in me that is completely owned by you, and how proud I was to be worthy of your love. Your best friend that I'd fallen in love with had finally pushed me away and when you could've so easily said I told you so, you put your hands around me upper arms and listened. I could feel your breath on the back of my neck. I could feel the warmth in your jacket because you'd been wearing it. I could smell your cologne and I didn't just feel comfort, I felt your strength rush into me through your touch. I loved you so much in that moment, almost as much as I love you in this one,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around him loosely. “Thank you for loving me, Dawson.” He rocked her, wrapping his strong arms around her tired form. They lied down on the roof and looked up at the sky. “Goddammit, don't you know that the only thing I can do is love you? You remember the fantasy? You just gave it to me. I love you. And you've got me from now until always, got that?” “Yes, and I'm gonna keep you this time.” “Good because you don't have a choice.” She rolled to her side and faced him. “I need you to make love to me now,” she whispered. “Gladly,” he said, pulling her over him. Then he pressed forward and kissed her. The insistent pressure of his lips pried hers apart; his tongue plunged into her mouth and greedily explored the wet depths within. Alarm exploded deep inside Joey and she sat up over him long enough to pull her shirt over her head in one fluid motion…right before she felt a sudden influx of concentrated power. A surge of desire injected itself into her bloodstream, setting her on fire for him. The jolt of impact was just as tremendous for him as for her. She fisted the front of Dawson 's shirt and pulled him to her, sucking hungrily at his wet mouth, never wanting to release it. Tension uncoiled inside her like a knot finally being untied. Without thought, Joey crawled more sufficiently on top of Dawson , her legs straddling his lap. Her mouth came down on his with crushing force, her tongue thrust between his strong lips, her hips rolled into his lower body. Joey shoved a hand between their bodies and started undoing Dawson's pants, but she couldn't move fast enough. The sharp thirst between her legs needed sedation…immediately. Dawson began peeling off her clothes as she worked at his. With one rapid movement, he arched her back so he could more easily feast on her bare breasts. He sucked one nipple ruthlessly into his mouth and pleasure cracked through her, sparkling inside her like champagne. She pulled him up to her so they were both sitting up, she just happened to have her very nude body over his. “I love you,” she promised, touching her forehead with his. “Touch me, Dawson.” Her waiting had become unbearable. Joey hoisted her hips up so she could gently lower herself over him, feeling the tip of him slide along her desire-slicked entrance. Closing her eyes in the pure midst of pleasure, she let the sexual ripples lick through her, flooding her body up into a wet heat. She lifted herself up and slowly sank over him, taking her time, letting the familiarity of this come back to her and steal her senses. Her nails dug into his hard shoulders and when he couldn't take it anymore he grabbed her waist and threw her down and climbed on top of her, keeping himself safely embedded inside her. He drove harder into her and she could feel his pulse deep inside her as she raked his back with her long fingernails, tilting her head back in abandon, arching herself up against him. Joey surged herself upwards to meet his thrusts, driving herself closer and closer to her blinding release. Positioning himself above her, he plunged into her with a hard, deep stroke, sending them both over the edge.
“You still wanna marry me,” he asked, a few minutes later. “The question is will you still have me?” she asked. He didn't reply right away and that terrified her. She turned over on her stomach to face him. “Let me Dawson, please. Choose me, love me and I promise you I will give you everything I've got if you'll just love me again, despite all the teenage crap and the early twenties stupidity crap and give me another chance.” Tears clouded up in her eyes and he had never seen her plead for anything so insistently. She crawled over on top of him, resting her head on his chest, her hand lightly tracing over his torso, her thick hair sprawled out over his shoulders. “I love you,” she whispered, but said nothing more. “Don't you know that you're safe with me? Don't you know by now that you've got me?” Her tears fell onto his skin. “I'm going to try to believe it, I have to learn to believe in that. Else I'll never trust anything. But I trust you and I will make you trust me.” “You really drove here to marry me?” She lifted her face up to look at him. “Yeah, I drove all night.”
Many hours later she walked into the premiere of Dawson 's film, her baby at home with a nanny. She and Dawson waved and he got photos taken with the stars that were in his movies as she quietly stood by, smiling and enjoying the media he was getting. When they were finally done with the screaming fans and paparazzi, they went in and watched the movie together, and she cried at the ending. She could cry at movies, but she knew happiness and was experiencing it, forever. The End Written: May 9 th , 2003
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