Joey leaned her head against Pacey's shoulder as he toyed with her hair. "Best wedding I ever had," he said with a smile.

"Only wedding you ever had," Joey corrected with a smile, she yawned, and toyed with her ring. "You spent too much."

He rolled his eyes, "I knew you would bring that up sooner or later. Enjoy the ring, Potter."

"It's beautiful," she sighed, turning her head and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Well, I guess that proves to you that I have good taste."

"Jack helped you, didn't he?" she teased.

"Actually, I picked this one out all by myself."

"Sure you did, sweetie." She smiled indulgently and looked around the spacious back of the limo they were in. "I should probably kill you for this."

He nodded, "You probably will try, too. While I'm sleeping. But just remember, this is my wedding...honeymoon thing too. So it's half for me."

"I suppose that's true..." She acknowledged.

"Right. So I'm indulging."

"Where are we going?"

He smiled, "It's part of the surprise."

"How many surprises are there going to be?" She asked warily.

He moved his hand from her hair to rub over the bare skin of her shoulder, "A few."

She shivered, "Why wont you tell me?"

He sighed, "A surprise isn't a surprise if I tell you. So be patient."

"I was never very good at patient," she sighed.

He smirked and looked out the window, "Don't I know it." She elbowed him lightly in the ribs, "Ow. Look, just...wait a few more minutes, and we'll be there, okay? Can you do that?"

"I'm sure I could think of something to keep me occupied..." she said after a moment, tracing her fingernail over his thigh.

Pacey grasped her wrist, "Unless you want me to go groping away, take your hand back."

"Who says that's not exactly what I want?" She asked, gazing at him through heavy lidded eyes.

He sighed, "Joey...come on, we both said that this wouldn't happen."

"Yeah, I know." She shifted back to her side of the limo. She smiled faintly, "But you're so much fun to tease."

"You hate me, don't you?" he asked looking over at her.

"Yep." She nodded, "Can't stand you at all. I'm just waiting for the perfect moment to drive that screwdriver into your temple."

He nodded, "Uh huh...now I'm not so sure you should get your surprise."

She laughed, "What are you going to do? Have the driver turn around and go home? We've been in the car almost an hour."

"Or stop here and push you out."

"I'll be good," she decided.

"Good to know."

"You know," Joey looked out her window, taking note of their surroundings now that the were no longer on the freeway. "This looks suspiciously like Capeside, Pacey."

He tilted his head as he looked out the window, "Does it?"

"Very much so," She cast him an assessing look.

"Well, that has to be a mistake."

"Why are we here?"

"I have no idea....it must be a mistake," he said offering her an innocent smile.

"There are no mistakes when it comes to you, Witter."

He smiled, "You may be right."

She groaned in frustration and kicked his shin lightly, "I don't like you right now."

He shook his head, "You seem to want to kill me today."

"No, actually, I was quite happy with you most of the day." She brushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Yeah, well, when you see the surprise, you will love me."

"Been there, done that," she waved a hand. "Bought the t-shirt."

He smiled, "I don't remember what the shirt said. Refresh my memory."

"'Pacey Witter took my virginity'. Andie sent it to me." She grinned.

He smiled, "Oh yeah. Those were pretty awesome."

"You would think so," she smirked. "You got one too, didn't you?"

He shook his head, "Afraid not."

"No, no," Joey shook her head, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You had a shirt made too. I remember. It said 'I nailed my English teacher'."

He rolled his eyes, "You just had to go there. And if I remember correctly, you almost became the owner of one of those shirts."

She scowled at him, "If you value your happy sack, you wont go there."

He smiled, "Hit a nerve?"

"Nope," she shook her head, recrossing her legs. "Not at all."

He poked her lightly in the side, "Liar."

"Maybe."

Pacey realized they were close and turned her in the seat so he could put his hand over her eyes, "Behave for a minute and let me hold out for the surprise a little longer." She was quiet as she folded her arms over her chest. When they pulled up to the B&B and he removed his hand, "Okay, we're here."

She blinked up at her childhood home. "We're spending our honeymoon here?"

"Well, your sister saw fit to give us the honeymoon suite. Who was I to turn her down?"

"So really," she smiled over at him as the chauffeur opened the door for them. "This is my sister's surprise, not yours."

He narrowed his eyes, "You had to ruin it didn't you? So this part may be your sister's. But everything else is mine."

She waited until he'd stepped out of the car, and then gave him a hug, "I love it, thank you."

He smiled, "Welcome." He took her hand as she pulled away from him and walked on to the porch as the driver got their bags out of the trunk. "Come on. More stuff inside. Remember, Bessie and Bodie are in Boston, so basically the whole house is ours until tomorrow morning."

"They have the run of my house, we have the run of theirs. That seems fair." She looked warily over at him as he unlocked the door. "What do you mean there's more?"

He smiled, "You didn't think I stopped here did you? You know me, I like to go overboard."

"Pacey Witter, I swear, if you make me cry I'm going to hurt you so badly they'll have to feed you through a tube."

"I believe you," he opened the door and she walked inside. She looked back at him a little confused, "It's not out here. Go back to the suite and I'll get the bags, okay?"

"When did you find the time to do all this?" She asked warily, looking down the hall.

"There have been times when I wasn't with you this week. I arranged things."

Joey rolled her eyes, and started down the hallway. A funny feeling danced in the pit of her stomach as she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open. The sweet scent of flowers assaulted her as she looked around at the bright flower arrangements that covered every available surface of the room. There were roses on the bed, multicolored daisies on the bureau, tulips on the rocking chair, flowers she didn't even have names for sat in bunches on the floor.

Pacey walked into the room behind her and smiled at her mouth hanging open, "I take it that this meets your approval."

"Oh, my, God." She turned her shocked eyes up at him. "What have you done?!"

"I bought flowers," he said with a slight shrug. "You also have a present, but it's in one of my bags, so you'll have to wait for a few minutes for it."

"You bought flowers." She repeated under her breath. "You didn't buy flowers!" Her voice rose, "You bought out a freaking florist!" She hit him in the chest.

"Why do you keep hitting me?" Pacey smiled, "I...I thought that you would like them and not hit me because I bought them," he said as he unzipped a suitcase and pulled out a white envelope. "I think before I give you this, I need to go into the other room to avoid your fists."

She yanked the envelope out of his hand and tore it open. She ran her eyes over the words, the four digit number like a kick to the gut. She swayed on her feet, "Oh my God."

He put both hands on her shoulders, "Joey...don't pass out."

She glared fiercely up at him. "Take it back," she shoved the certificate for a baby store back at him. "I wont take this from you." Three thousand dollars...he'd tried to give her three thousand dollars!

"I can't take it back. And it's not for you. It's for the baby. I know you said you have the money to cover it, but this is my gift. I'm not taking it back, so you need to get over it and just be happy that I did it."

Tears stung her eyes, "I didn't ask you to do this so I could take your money."

"I know that. This is something I wanted to do. So let me do it okay? Besides, that baby needs a nursery it can brag about," he said with a smile.

"God, you don't understand." She pushed past him angrily and ran out the back door. By the time she reached the end of her dock, there was no stopping the quiet tears that slid down her cheeks.

He raced after her, "Joey! Joey! Wait a minute!" He grabbed her by the wrist, "Talk to me! Is what I did really so horrible?"

She jerked her hand away from him. "You don't get it! This is my baby, Pacey. Mine. I need to prove to myself that I can do it on my own. That I can provide the food and shelter and love that he'll need." She wiped viciously at the tears.

He sighed, "I never thought you would think of it like that. It...I never meant for you to take that way. I just thought it would be a nice gesture. If I had known I wouldn't have done it. But I really can't take it back. No refunds on stuff like that." He shook his head and looked down at the creek below them, "Joey...I really didn't mean to hurt you or make you think that I didn't believe in you...because I do. I just--I wanted to do something nice for you and for the baby."

"I'm not offended, Pacey," she inhaled a shaky breath. "But what if there's a reason I'm infertile?"

"What?"

"Maybe I'm not meant to have kids because I'd be a horrible mother," she admitted softly.

Pacey's eyes widened, "That's what you think? That you'll be a horrible mother?" He shook his head and sighed, "Joey, you are going to be an amazing mother. You protect and love all those close to you. You care when you shouldn't, you help when you don't really have the means, and you love, sometimes even without question. Any child would be lucky to have you as their mother." He let out a breath, "It's not like you will take my word, right? I mean, I had one of the worst examples ever, but I think that makes me more open to see the good ones. When you get the kid, there will never be a child that will feel more loved and more at home than that one. He or she will be so lucky to have you...and it's a shame you don't realize that."

She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling chilled. "I just want this baby so much...maybe I'm forcing something that's not meant to be?"

He shook his head and wrapped an arm around her, "Joey...you are doing something so special you don't even see it. You're giving a child a home. Instead of the baby living in a foster home or orphanage, you are giving them a home. A person who cares so much about them. I know...I know that not being able to have children hurts you in ways that I can't even comprehend, but you are giving a kid a chance. You're giving them a life that they might not have had. Don't you see how special that is?" He hugged her as he felt tears seep through his shirt, "As for there being a reason you're infertile, maybe this is your way of helping kids who otherwise, wouldn't get a chance. Maybe you're setting things straight."

She returned the hug after a few minutes. "This is a horrible way to spend your honeymoon," she sniffed.

He nodded with a smile, "I can think of other things people do on their honeymoon. Get your mind out of the gutter, Potter."

She gave a watery laugh, "God, I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "Better to get this out in the open sooner than later, right?"

"I'd rather it wasn't in the open at all." She pulled away from him, wiping at her eyes. "The flowers were beautiful, Pacey, but I don't deserve them."

"Sure you do. All women deserve flowers."

"I really should beat you up for spending so much money."

"If I have to say it again, I will push you into the creek. Wedding day or not, you're gonna go in."

She sniffed again, "I guess, since it's for the baby..."

He smiled, "That's the way to look at it."

"Just, promise me there aren't any more surprises tonight."

"No more surprises tonight." They turned and started back towards the house, "But tomorrow is fair game, right?"

She slapped him lightly on the chest, "Don't even think about it."

"It didn't cost any money. I promise."

"Can't you just tell me?" She pleaded, leaning against him as they walked.

"Did I tell you about either of your surprises tonight? No. What makes you think I would tell you this one?"

"Because I'll start crying again?"

"Nah...I need a better reason."

"I'll give you a blow job?"

His eyes widened and he stopped walking, "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me." She continued walking to the house, she paused when she reached the back door and looked back at him, "Are you coming?" She slipped inside.

He shook his head and followed her up the steps, "Too many puns at one time."

"Are you ready?" She asked, leaning up against the counter.

He smirked, "Potter, I've known you for a very long time, and you honestly never liked giving blow jobs."

"Things change," she shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't get a wedding present for you. This is the least I can do," she crossed the kitchen to him, hooking her fingers through the belt loops of the jeans he'd changed into after the ceremony. Privately, she enjoyed the shock in his eyes.

He let out a nervous laugh, "Okay, Potter, let's play your game."

"What game?" She asked innocently.

"You're little 'Let's see if I can tease Pacey to the point of insanity' game. So, you offered to give me a blow job, well, hell, get to it."

She smiled, "Are you comfortable here, or should we move to the bedroom?"

"Here is fine. We've done things in this kitchen before, would be like reliving old memories."

She guided him back against the counter, stroking him through the rough material of his jeans. "As you wish."

He took a ragged breath, "Joey..."

She flicked open the button and slid the zipper down. "I wasn't teasing, Pace," She murmured, pulling his jeans down as she sank to her knees.

He grasped her hands and pulled her back to her feet, "No."

"But...?"

"No. No buts." He buttoned his jeans and zipped them, "Go to bed Potter."

"Pacey, it's only six o'clock."

"Then...go somewhere else." He walked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.