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First of all, am I the only one who the Fox channel hates tonight? All new episode of my favorite cheesy show Reunion and I'm staring at a black screen here. *Le sigh*

Well, this was going to be another story, which it still will be someday, but for now its this one. And have I lost you all on the introductory sentence?

Basically, I had a new fiction idea all ready to go, simmering on the burner, and happened to be reminded of a very old story idea I once had. (And you know who you are!) As it turns out, that old idea was the one to then completely infiltrate my brain and refuse to go away until I wrote it out, a bizarre phenomenon to which Im sure those you who write can relate. So I did. It will follow a multi-chapter arc but probably not as long as most of my others.

The first P/J fic I ever attempted in full was Hope is a Four Lettered Word. While I feel like it was written ages ago, in the long realm of P/J fan fiction this wouldnt even come close to being considered an oldie. But I know some of you may have read it. I always knew how I wanted to end it, and so I created an epilogue that took a jump several years into the future.

So, to make a long story short ~or would that be longer? hee~ this is another part of that story that I never included, but imagined all very clearly. And it begins at a snowy bus station two days before Christmas





The hands of the large domed clock on the wall crept towards the pinnacle of eleven, the mechanical tick tock nearly audible in the quiet hush of the hallway. Joey studied the selections on the face of the vending machine, absently tilting her hand left to right, the cool, smooth coins clutched loosely in her fist sliding back and forth across her palm. Sighing finally, she nudged each one into the coin slot in rapid succession and then punched a large rectangular button, gazing at the picture provided. A tempting dark robust brew wafting up wisps of steam from a ceramic mug the size of a soup bowl.

Her eyes shifted downward as a ten ounce cardboard cup abruptly dropped, and then the machine began to buzz and hum and whir, a narrow stream of thin black liquid hitting the bottom of the hollow cup to fill it not quite to the brim. Wrinkling her nose slightly at the less-than-heavenly aroma, she crouched to extract the cup from the machine. She cradled it between her hands, lifting it to her lips to blow out a cooling breath. It was simply a conditioned reflex, however, as she could feel the coffee was barely lukewarm.

She let out another breath, one that trembled lightly across her lips, and glanced outside at the crystalline snow. The lights of the parking lot created frosty halos against the backdrop of nighttime sky as plows rumbled around in a grid pattern. A shiver ran through her body, an uncontrollable smile pulling crazily at the corners of her lips, and she knew it wasnt just a reaction to the chilly and inclement weather. Shed been like this all night, on an almost giddy high that no amount of caffeine could match.

At least not this caffeine, she mused to herself, grimacing as she braved a small sip.

Turning away to dump the cup in a nearby trash receptacle, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her wool coat and turned the corner to stroll back towards the main ticket counter in the lobby of the Greyhound station. Her head was bowed in thought as her heart continued to race with emotion, but she glanced up to offer a sympathetic smile or nod of her head to the other people camped out in the rows of benches when she reached the waiting area. She noticed some seemed to have conceded defeat, calling it a day and using their coats and bags as pillows and blankets.

There was the fifty-five year old woman from Warwick on her way to visit her daughters family in Plymouth; the two guys from Brown University who planned to spend their semester break skiing Killington; the rotund, beleaguered-looking salesman from one of those borough suffixed towns she could never keep straight; Jeannie, a student from URI trying to get home to Boston and bemoaning the fact her mother was probably freaking out right about now; and Graham, a thirty-something marine biologist from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution on his way to North Carolina who was delayed here not because the airports had closed but because hed been afraid to fly. (Which Joey found somewhat fascinating, seeing as shark tanks seemed to be within his comfort zone.)

But no matter what their differences in age, sex, religion or occupation, they all had the fact they were holiday travelers in common. And, of course, the fact they were all stranded at this bus station.

Yet, while everyone else seemed to be accepting this fate with a dour doomsday depression, Joeys effervescent happiness was hard to contain. In listening to each of their sad tales to pass the time, she noticed a few of them giving her oddly suspicious looks and realized she had to quickly reel her smile back in before they imagined she was silently mocking or somehow amused by their misfortune. The truth of the matter was that she was barely listening. All she kept hearing were the words she and Pacey had said to each other, turning each one over in her mind to admire it like an ornament on a tree.

How they both came to be here, at this bus station halfway between New York and Cape Cod at the exact same moment in time, was a definite sign. It had to be. No, she decided, pushing her hands a little deeper into her coat pockets as pensive smile warmed her face, it was a damn Christmas miracle, thats what it was. It was the feel-good conclusion of one of those movies you watch when you bake cookies and wrap presents and drink eggnog, like Its a Wonderful Life. She and Pacey were together. This was it. The happy ending.

Hesitating, she glanced around again at the faces of the others, but couldnt quite visualize them rallying together to harmonize in on a chorus of Auld Lang Syne.

Of course, let the record show that she didnt believe true happiness and fulfillment could only be found in a man. Joey liked to imagine that an independent and strong woman could feel good about her life and accomplishments, feel whole, without needing someone else to make her feel that way. But Pacey always challenged her and inspired her to be the things she truly wanted to be, and to reach for what she truly wanted. So it wasnt a neediness or sense of security that anchored her happiness right now. It was the fact he made her feel so free.

There was more to a sense of home than just having a place to go and hide when things got bad or the going got too tough. It wasnt only a port in a storm. It was the place from which all good things started, the lift you needed to climb higher, the unconditional love and support you needed to stay true to your path and continue on your journey.

It was true, what she told him. Pacey was her home, in the best sense of the word.

The fact her new career was in New York and his business was based in Cape Cod were really only minor details in the grand scheme of things. They would find a way to work it out. And just because he was a single father with sole custody of a two-year-old little boy who barely knew who she was, although any shared future would most likely include the expectation she would fulfill a mother role in his lifewell, okay, perhaps not so minor, but certainly not daunting. No insurmountable odds. It would work out. Somehow. Eventually. Right?

She felt her stomach tip on a small wave of uncertainty, but immediately pushed those thoughts aside. Her grin lit up to see Pacey finally return, pushing through the glass doors of the bus station to instantly make even this cold and unfamiliar place seem like home. There was a light dusting of snow on the shoulders of his brown coat, and his short dark hair glistened with it as he lifted his hands to his mouth to blow, rubbing them together. Bright blue eyes held her gaze as he approached, his own grin slowly spreading as he lowered his hands.

Okay, prepare to tell me how incredible I am He greeted her with a shrug of his shoulder as he slowed to a stop, lifting his hands in a comical gesture to sigh.

She wrinkled her forehead in mild skepticism, though her smile lingered.

Im afraid to ask why.

Fixing his grin on her, Pacey only turned to motion back towards the entrance with a sweeping arc of his hand, almost as if introducing an act on stage. As the glass doors reflected the dull glare of the fluorescent lighting inside, she had to squint her eyes, peering out into the dark of night beyond. Suddenly, a canary yellow taxicab pulled up to the curb, though nearly blocked from view by the height of the plowed snow bank.

Her jaw dropped slightly as she shifted wide eyes to him. Is that what I think it is?

Uh-huh.

Is it here for us?

Uh-huh.

To take us all the way back to Capeside?

Uh-huer, um He stumbled over his words with an uneasy chuckle, quickly lifting his hand to scratch at his temple as he glanced out at the waiting car. Well, lets just say thats up to negotiation at this point. He brought his eyes back to her. How much cash you got on you? And, more importantly, how do you feel about Neil Diamond?

She lifted her eyebrows. Excuse me?

Twenty minutes later they were settled into the back seat of the taxi, which smelled faintly of gasoline and cigarettes and something else Joey didnt particularly want to identify, listening to the chorus of Cracklin Rose drift out from the car stereo speakers, the lights of the airport disappearing into the darkness behind them. The highway was only partially plowed, down to two lanes, and they kept hitting small pockets of unexpected traffic at this late hour that slowed their progress. Unlike the cab drivers shed observed in New York, Jerry (their driver) didnt seem to mind the delays. Braving the snow in order to earn some extra money for the holidays, he was more than happy to realize hed be making the equivalent of an entire nights worth of fares in a single trip.

Joey had to bite back an involuntary laugh every time he turned around to make small talk, however, as his full, frosty white beard made it seem that Santa Claus himself had come to their rescue.

Paceys arm was slung over the back of the seat, absently playing with a strand of her hair, and she was resting against his body, gazing out at the dark forest scenery beyond the snowdrifts. Once Jerry ran out of amusing taxi cab anecdotes, both seemed to lapse into a quietly reflective mood, as if taking the time to absorb and appreciate this monumental thing that had happened to them - that they made happen. Every so often Joey would catch a glimpse of Christmas lights on some faraway house between the thickets of trees and an unexpected and inexplicable swell of emotion would buoy her heart to the point her eyes watered and a lump came to her throat.

Hey, Pacey whispered, leaning to press a soft kiss to the side of her head, his lips brushing against her hair. You okay?

She tilted her head to smile at him in the dim light, only mildly surprised that he could read her so easily.

Yes.

His eyes drifted over her face as a moment as his own smile curved slowly, and then they both settled back into place to gaze forward. Resting her hand on his thigh, she felt his jeans were still damp and cold from his scouting mission. He had to trek through the airport while the snow was falling hard and fast to locate this ride home.

We need to get you out of these pants, she murmured absently, her frown dipping in faint concern.

Pacey only glanced down at her, lifting an eyebrow on his faint smirk.

Joey clamped her mouth shut to purse her lips, her amusement tinged with embarrassment as her cheeks flushed. You know what I meant

He only chuckled low in his throat without commenting. The husky, gravelly edge to his voice was probably brought on by weariness considering their long ordeal, but the unintentionally sexy sound still had its tingling affects on her. That familiar warmth of anticipation spread throughout her stomach, traveling all the way to her fingertips, to imagine they would be sharing a bed tonight, maybe even within the next couple of hours. Suddenly, she wished this cab had wings (or at least some flying reindeer).

Finally they were exiting off the highway, pulling into the quiet, sleepy little town of Chandler Cove. Huge natural balsam wreaths hung from the old-fashioned streetlights with red velvet bows and snowcapped greenery burst forth from window boxes while tiny white sparkling lights outlined every storefront window. Some of the sail masts in the boatyard near Northwind Charters were decorated with colored bulbs, and a fully lit Christmas tree sat at the end of one pier that stretched out into the nearly deserted harbor. Everything was blanketed in the newly fallen snow, roofs and treetops frosted with a thick coat of white icing.

Joey noticed a few brave souls were already undertaking the task of shoveling out, most likely worried the job would be more difficult if left to morning. A wave of powder arced up into the night sky as they passed by one driveway, hearing the low drone of a snowblower over Neil crooning away to Shilo.

This is itup here, Pacey called up to Jerry and Joey glanced out the window to see the signpost for Schooner Lane. And itll be your fourth house down, on the right.

He retracted his arm from where it had been draped over her shoulder, shifting forward on the seat to rest his elbows on his knees. Joey knew he was only trying to help navigate them to the right house, but she could sense a vague tension in his posture, a thrum of nervous energy in his voice and slight tremor bounce of his knee.

Taking a deep breath, she turned away to gaze out at the other homes on the street, all of them wearing holiday finery on top of their New England charm. Evergreen swags draped over entrances and porch railings, wreaths made of bleached seashells and dried cranberries were affixed to front doors. And in almost every bay window she could catch a glimpse of Christmas tree lights from somewhere within. She imagined stockings probably hung from fireplace mantles with names hand-embroidered right down to the family pet. Because thats what families do.

Pacey and Ryan were a family, connected by blood and blue eyes and brown hair and stubborn tempers and infectious laughs.

Joey released her breath in a silent rush. Was he nervous about bringing her into his home and into his sons life, especially with the timing of the Christmas holiday?

Number 25. The one with the light on the porchright there.

As it was nearly one oclock in the morning Jerry didnt bother to pull over, tires squeaking and crunching to a stop on finely packed frozen snow in the middle of the street. Joey grabbed her bag off the floor and paused to wrap her scarf around, tucking the ends into the collar of her coat as she gazed up at the familiar little house. The porch light still shone warmly, casting a soft glow on the door and reflecting off the powder drifts that covered the front steps.

Pacey was counting out so many bills into the guys hand that Joey wasnt sure she even wanted to know how much they owed, acknowledging a fleeting wish that they had simply used the money to stay in a motel in Providence instead. She could be asleep in his arms by now. But he had been anxious to get home to his son.

He had a son. Why did this suddenly seem like new information to her?

With a Merry Christmas and goodnight, Jerry was driving away and they were left standing there in the middle of the street staring at each other. The nighttime sky was still overcast from the storm, a paler misty sheen compared to the gray and shadowy landscape. And, once the taxi disappeared around the corner, it seemed the entire world was silent and still, waiting on a collective breath.

So, I guess it was too much to expect Gretchen to shovel, Pacey noted wryly, his words rising up in small puffs of smoke on the chilled air as he glanced towards the porch.

Joey made a small noise that was supposed to be a murmur of amused acknowledgement, but it stuck there as if her throat had frozen. She realized she was shivering but wasnt so sure it was the fault of the weather.

Hey He sighed, taking a step closer to rest his hands on her waist, and she wished she could feel his touch better through the thick layers of her coat and sweater. Easing her even closer, right into his embrace, he smiled down at her in this newly snow-covered world.

You sure about this?

Joey lifted her gloved hands to rest them on his arms, smiling at the teasing hint of humor in his gaze.

Actually She feigned contemplation and then shook her head. Now that you mention it? No. No, I dont think I am.

Oh. He lifted a brow in consideration. Well, I guess I can appreciate that. But, hey, he shrugged his shoulder, at least we gave it a shot.

That we did, she agreed.

We lasted longer than some, I suppose He bowed his head, his voice softening.

Mmm She agreed, caught in his gaze as her chin instinctively tilted up.

So, I guess this is it. His lips barely brushed hers as he spoke, but the brief contact sent a charged electric current coursing through her veins all the way down to thaw her frozen toes. Good luck out there

Joey parted her lips in response but instead found herself in the middle of a kiss. His warm, soft tongue moved against hers with a smooth, practiced rhythm, all at once thrilling and seductive and even dangerous, but somehow setting her at ease as well. She moaned quietly into his mouth, her knees growing weak beneath her.

He broke away after a moment with a sigh, resting his forehead against hers to close his eyes. You ready?

Yes she sighed right back, but all she really wanted to do was sink down on the nearest soft surface with him and continue to kiss like that forever.

He picked her bag up off the street and took her gloved hand in his secure grip, leading her over to the snow bank in front of his house. It was almost level with her chest and she laughed as he grabbed her around the waist to lift her over and lower her to the other side. She sank nearly two feet into the fresh powder, muffling a shriek into her scarf as cold clumps spilled down the insides of her leather boots. Pacey scaled the mound after her, dropping into the deep snow on a small hop with arms extended. He reached out for her hand again and they practically swam towards the front steps, stomping feet and brushing icy particles from their clothes when they finally waded up to the porch.

Joey waited off to the side as he dug into the pocket of his coat to pull out a set of keys, unlocking the door. He pushed it open as quietly as possible, and she was met with a rush of warmth when he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her inside. While she could barely hear a sound, the dim light from the television flickered out from the living room, casting long shadows of the wooden stair balusters against the far wall.

Pacey placed her bag down on the floor in the front hall, lingering in the arched doorway to the living room. Coming up from behind to peer over his shoulder, she could see Ryan sprawled on his stomach on the couch, wearing footy pajamas and covered by a thick fleece blanket that seemed to be slipping off the cushion right along with him. Gretchen Witter was camped out on the floor right next to the little boy as if to strategically cushion any falls, her hand tucked under a pillow, wrapped in both a quilt and sleeping bag.

In the corner of the room, a small Christmas tree glowed with soft lights, most of the ornaments congregated down around the bottom branches. She smiled, figuring it was no small coincidence they were right at Ryans approximate height. A silver star was on top, reflecting the shimmer of the lights, and Joey could picture Pacey lifting the little boy, whispering in his ear before he placed it in its spot.

Huh. I wonder why hes not in bed. Hes been going up for me with no problems lately. Pacey murmured and frowned thoughtfully, but Joey realized the question was simply asked in the rhetorical. It wasnt like she could offer any insight, after all.

He shrugged off his coat to hang it on a hook in the hallway, and then assisted her, peeling the coat from her shoulders to hang it up as well, snow melting off both to drip onto the polished wood floors. Joey rubbed her hands together, still trying to lose the chill, and could only trail after him somewhat helplessly as he returned to the living room.

Gretch? He crouched down by her head, speaking in hushed tones. Hey, Gretchen

She blinked her eyes open with a confused frown and then sat bolt upright, releasing a breath.

Huh? Ohhey. She rubbed at her eyes, groggy and disoriented. Youre here. When did you get back? And where the hell did you go?

Just walked in. Pacey paused, ignoring her second question as he glanced over at the sleeping toddler with a look of mild concern. Did you both just fall asleep, or did he wake up after you put him to bed?

The second one Gretchen yawned before she could continue to explain, her voice scratchy and hoarse with sleep. He had a bad dream, I think. He was crying for youI couldnt get him to go back up.

Joey was still half hidden in the shadows of the hallway, but watched Paceys face, noticing the hint of remorse in the way he tightened his jaw to sigh. She knew in that moment what he was thinking, and he felt bad he hadnt been here for him.

Okay, well, let me get him up He sighed again, but this time his features softened as he moved to lift the boy up off the couch. He held him close to his chest and Ryan didnt even wake on the transition, his little head dropping onto his fathers shoulder, dark lashes resting against round rosy cheeks, as if that was where he had been sleeping all along.

Pacey rubbed gentle circles over his back and turned towards the stairs, smiling as he held her gaze even though he was still speaking to Gretchen.

Oh, and by the wayJoeys here.

Gretchen hesitated, her whole body growing still before she whipped her head around. Meeting her surprised eyes, Joey only lifted her hand with a reluctant smile, waggling her fingers in a small wave. Pacey reached out to stroke her arm in what seemed to be a gesture of encouragement and reassurance as he passed by, and she moved into the room under the scrutiny of Gretchens still semi-shocked stare.

Joey! Omigod! Hey! She finally recovered, standing up from the floor, wrapped in her covers, to slide onto the couch. I thought you werewhat areare you, umhow did

Joey moved to sit with her as Pacey disappeared upstairs, smiling in faint amusement to listen to Gretchens flabbergasted stammers, realizing she was most likely trying to phrase her question in the least nosy and obvious way.

I was coming back from New York to talk to Pacey, she explained calmly, her smile lingering. He was coming to New York to talk to me. We met somewhere in the middleand here we are.

And wheres here? Gretchens eager grin gradually spread across her face, probably deciding subtlety was overrated. As in, here with Pacey? Like to stay? With him with him?

She arched an eyebrow with a playful shrug of her shoulder. Yeah, I guessfor as long as hell have me.

Gretchen reached over to place a hand on her knee, lowering her sleepy voice with a comically wry intonation. Well, I only hope you packed enough to last until the next millennium then.

Joey grinned faintly, her gaze straying in the direction of the staircase, half wishing she could be the one he just carried up to bed.

So, how was the traveling? Gretchen yawned again as she pulled the quilt tighter around her body to tuck her feet up, speaking in raspy, hushed tones. Were the roads really bad? Is it still snowing?

No, it stopped snowing, but the roads arent in great shape. Joey matched her soft speech, imagining the little boy in his crib. Even the highways werent fully plowed.

Well, Id already planned on staying the night, so looks like that settles it. Gretchen sighed and then shot her a quick frown. Oh, unless, you knowis that really kind of putting a damper on your evening? Because Id hate to think I interrupted any big romantic reunio-

Its 1:15 in the morning, Gretchen, Joey cut her off with a shake of her head and a faint smirk. And we were just stuck in a bus station in Rhode Island for eight hours, and then trapped in a cab listening to Neil Diamond for the entire ride back. I really dont think you have to worry about cramping our style.

So Neil doesnt really do it for you?

Not so much, no.

Gretchens laughter drifted off on a sleepy sigh, but her words were full of sincerity. Well, Im really happy for you guys. I know how happy you make my little brother, and he could use a little some of that in his life after everything hes been through.

Joey nodded her head, but realized there was still so much she didnt know about these past two years theyd been apart. Before she could respond, however, Pacey was coming back down the stairs. He returned to them in the living room singing the lyrics to Sweet Caroline under his breath, and they could only look at each other and laugh.

He stopped short to glance between them, his furrowed brow deepening to a confused scowl as he lifted his hands in a helpless gesture.

What?

Nothing, Gretchen reassured, grinning on her yawn as she stretched her arms out. I was just saying I think Im going to crash here tonight.

Well, of course you are, Pacey shrugged as he dropped into the chair across from them to untie his boots and kick them off. Because if you think I was about to go back out there to shovel your car out? Youre horribly misinformed. He shifted his glance over to Joey as his voice immediately changed and softened. What do you think? Are you hungry? Im not sure what I have in the way of food right now, but I think I can at least make you a sandwich.

No, really, Im fine, she replied. Im just tired.

Despite her claims to Gretchen, the truth was that all she could think about right now was getting the chance to finally, finally be alone with him. The best they had managed so far was ten clandestine minutes in the hallway by the restrooms at the Greyhound station.

Yeah, Im kind of tired myself, Pacey agreed, but the way he then practically sprang up from the chair was pure adrenaline-driven nervous energy. Hey, are you okay? He glanced back towards his sister. Need another blanket or anything?

Nope. Gretchen smiled and pulled her quilt up to her chin. Im all set.

Well, thanks again for coming down here last minute like that He hesitated as he hovered near Joey at her end of the couch. I appreciate it, Gretch.

Oh, dont worry, I keep a record. She threw Joey a conspiratorial wink of her eye. Someday youll owe me huge, little brother.

Yeah, thats what Im afraid of, he muttered jokingly.

Wellgoodnight. Joey smiled over at her, having been counting off seconds in her head so as not to seem too eager before she stood up as well.

Gnight, Joey! she called out quietly, as Pacey had already placed his hand on the small of her back to gently guide her forward to the stairs, grabbing her bag on the way.

She paused at the top of the stair landing, her eyes drawn to the soft blue and yellow glow of Ryans nightlight, and then started down the hall to Paceys darkened room. Reaching the doorway, she hesitated uncertainly, glancing back at him as if looking for some confirmation.

Pacey only offered a small, almost shy smile, motioning her ahead as he placed her bag on the floor near the door.

So, he went down okay for you? she asked in a hushed voice, folding her arms across her chest as she slowed to a stop a few feet short of the bed.

Oh, yeah, Pacey replied as he turned on the small lamp on his nightstand. Hes out like a light. He hesitated, realizing what hed just done with a small chuckle. No pun intended.

Joey smiled in amusement, her eyes traveling the perimeters of the room as she rubbed absently at her arms. She was really here. Back in his bedroom, and in his life.

You cold? He approached her almost tentatively, furrowing his brow in faint concern. Because I can turn up the heat.

Thats okay. She met his eyes and realized he could tell she was trembling. The, umchill from outside just hasnt worn off yet, I think.

He stopped directly in front of her, sighing softly as he reached up to push her hair back behind her ear, resting the opposite hand on the curve of her waist to ease her in close. Well, do you want me to run you a hot bath? That might help. His gentle tone took on a humorous note as he arched a brow. And we have an assortment of bubbles I could interest you in.

Joey could only gaze up at him for a moment, lost in that sea of blue, his fingers running through her hair having an almost hypnotic effect. His touch felt so incredibly good that suddenly all she could imagine was sinking into a tub of steamy water and feel his hands move over every inch of her body in a soapy, sensual caress. But she was too nervous, even overwhelmed right now to ever be bold enough to formulate that request, not even sure it would be appropriate to ask him to join her with his son sleeping right across the hall from the bathroom.

She wanted him to understand that she would always respect the fact this was his childs home. But she also wanted him to understand how very much she wanted him.

As tempting as that sounds, she finally managed. I think a change of clothes is all I need.

Okay, well, um Paceys hands reluctantly dropped away. Ill give you a minute.

She turned to watch him grab some clothes out of his dresser drawer, and he smiled at her over his shoulder as he left the room, closing the door partially behind him for her privacy.

Mildly disappointed that he was also employing such polite restraint, she realized then it must be strange for both of them. How do you pick up right where you left off with someone, when the last time you saw each other it seemed like the tragic, bittersweet end of your story? Do you go back to the beginning and start over fresh, or just write a brand new chapter to turn it all around in a new direction? This afternoon, with all their declarations, shed been feeling like they got their happy ending after all. But in reality it only fell somewhere in the middle.

Crouching down by her bag, she realized she didnt consider the need for pajamas in her hasty packing for her early morning flight, but was happy to at least find an all-purpose pair of drawstring sweatpants. Dropping her frozen jeans to slip into the comfort of fleece cotton, she rid herself of her sweater and bra for a silky long sleeve t-shirt, then had to sit on the edge of the bed to peel damp socks from her frost-nipped toes. As she lifted her head, a faint light from outside caught her attention.

Padding over to one of the large windows that overlooked the backyard, she noticed the heavy clouds in the sky had started to break apart, revealing patches of midnight blue and even a few pinpoints of stars. The pale light of the moon slipped through the cracks and glowed softly through the misty veil, its shimmering reflection swimming over the dark ocean currents, giving that ethereal bluish glow to the snow as diamond glints sparkled. It almost looked too beautiful to be real.

Suddenly, Pacey was there behind her, his hands gently resting on her waist.

I probably shouldnt even bother going to sleep with the shoveling I have to do, he murmured as he gazed out the window as well. At least I dont have to work in the morning.

Joey only glanced back at him with a small smile of acknowledgement, struck with an unexpected sense of shyness in this close proximity, her heart rate fluctuating.

He lifted his hands to her shoulders, smoothing his palms up and down her arms in a soft caress. Are you warmer now?

Getting there, she replied, feeling a slight hitch in her breathing as even that simple touch nearly reduced to her to quivering.

He bowed his head, brushing her hair out of the way as soft lips found the most sensitive pulse points on her neck. Sucking gently, he nibbled at moist skin. How about now? he murmured.

Joey couldnt form a coherent response this time, only sighing in quiet pleasure, loving the way he could make every inch of her feel something.

He trailed his kisses up to her cheek, and then slipped both arms around her waist to envelope her in his embrace. So he mumbled into her ear through another kiss, his breath warm and seductive. Have I mentioned how glad I am that we bumped into each other this afternoon?

Joey laughed softly at his matter-of-fact delivery, his deep chuckle rumbling through her before he guided her body around in his arms, turning her to face him. His soft voice belied the focused intensity in his blue gaze.

In case I didnt make it perfectly clear, I want you to know that Im completely, one hundred percent committed to this, Joeyand to you. At Thanksgiving, I was just He hesitated, dropping his head briefly on a sigh to admit, I dont know what I was. I thought I was doing the right thing, but maybe I was just scared. All I really know is what I want, in my heart. He brought his eyes back to hers. And thats always been you. And Im willing to do whatever it takes. This is it for me.

I know, she whispered, relieved to hear him say it as much as she was to have another chance to voice it herself. Me, too.

He grinned, holding her gaze in remembrance, and suddenly her smile was watered down with some emotion.

It doesnt seem real, does it? After everything

But Pacey cut her off gently before she could finish, shaking his head as he raised his hand to cup her face. We have too much to look forward to. No looking back. His voice softened, deepening with promise as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. Not tonight, anyway.

Okay, she agreed, lifting her hand to cover his as he bent his head for a kiss.

He broke away to meet her gaze again, and Joey knew all the passion and heat and need she was feeling was right there in her eyes, mirrored by his. Under the fine pointelle silk of her t-shirt, she could feel her nipples tighten with desire, evidence of the slow burn that had smoldering inside her for so many hours. Pacey lowered his eyes, the sweep of his heated gaze causing them to harden almost painfully, visibly poking through the thin material. Bowing his head, he captured her lips yet again, her mouth soft and yielding, melting under his mouth. She slid her hands up to encircle his neck, lifting up on her toes to get even closer to him, crushing her breasts to his chest to deepen the kiss, when suddenly she was lifted right off the ground.

His strong arms wrapped tight around her as he carried her the short distance to his bed, and then they were sinking down onto the covers, his body moving over hers. Joey slid her hands up underneath his t-shirt, then pushed at the material, wanting to feel him. Pacey paused long enough to tug it off over his head and as he came back to kiss her, her hands moved eagerly over his back and broad shoulders. His skin was so smooth and warm, unexpectedly soft to the touch, but underneath she could feel the strength of the lean muscles, imagining how they tensed and flexed under her palms when he drove himself into her, hot and deep.

She let out an involuntary gasp at the erotic image, the memory of how it felt, her head arching back as his lips found her neck. She slid her hands around to his chest, grazing her palms flat against nipples. Teasingly scraping her nail over one stiff peak, she felt him murmur and groan against the curve between her neck and shoulder where hed been gently sucking on the delicate flesh.

Pacey pulled away, gazing down at her, his hot blue eyes filled with a kind of unguarded passion that made her heart skip a beat. She could only stare up at him, her breathing rapid and shallow in anticipation.

Without a word, he moved down her body, pausing to lift his eyes to hers as he tugged on the drawstring of her sweatpants, loosening that knot while the knot of desire in the pit of her stomach tightened. She could only lift her hips to assist as he pulled her pants down and off. Her eyes fixed on the long, hard lines of his muscular body as he then stood from the bed to drop his own sweatpants to the floor. She swallowed hard as she stared at him in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her eyes drawn to the length and width of his erection standing at full attention.

It wasnt until he leaned over to click off the light that she realized the bedroom door was closed tight, instead of the crack he usually left open to hear Ryan down the hall. The total darkness gradually gave way to moonbeam shadows through the patterns of frost decorating the windowpanes, and she could almost imagine the silvery glitter from the snow reflecting off the ceiling like stars in the sky.

Sitting up as he moved back to the bed, she lifted her shirt, slipping it over her head and off her arms to let it fall away. He sat on the edge of the bed to face her, their naked bodies shadowed in soft blue moonlight. Lifting one hand, he traced a finger from the hollow of her throat, around her breast, following the curve of her waist until he reached her hip. Then he brought it higher again, over her trembling stomach, brushing his fingertip around the inside of her breast to touch the heart-shaped locket dangling from the delicate silver chain around her neck. He gazed at it a long moment before leaning in to kiss her, gently pushing her back down into the pillows.

Joeys eyes closed as his mouth started a slow torturous journey down her neck, tongue tracing the delicate hollow at the base of her throat, pausing every so often to lightly suck or nip gently at her skin. The soft bristle of his beard growth suddenly grazed over a sensitive, peaked nipple. Instantly her body rolled up off the bed, arching to meet his mouth, aching for relief, her gasp melting into a moan as his lips closed down over it, bathing it in moist heat as his tongue danced a small circle around the pink bud.

Her hands came down to hold his head, fingers clenching tufts of his short dark hair as he moved over to her other breast, but there was no need to guide him as he continued to lavish her with attention, touching her in every way she loved to be touched. His hand was gently kneading and massaging, teasing the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed, sending darts of pleasure and tension down her body that made her legs heavy with pangs of need. Then his warm lips were on her stomach, the tickle of stubble briefly brushing her belly, leaving a hot, wet trail with his tongue as he moved lower.

Joeys head was swimming with sensations as she clenched the bed sheets tight, almost unable to process the incredible things he was doing with his tongue now, her desire building in heavy waves that threatened to crash over her.

He was above her again and she mindlessly slid her fingers up into the back of his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers, lips meshed in a tangle of tongues as they kissed with a hot, hungry passion that nearly startled her back to her senses. Her hips lifted off the bed to press against his, her leg sliding over the back of his muscular thigh to drag him in close, wanting him closer, wanting him inside her. She felt his thick tip nudging at her core and sank her fingernails into his shoulders, biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes stung with tears of anticipation.

Joey He whispered her name on a shuddery breath, penetrating, stretching her like a hot wet glove as he slowly slid in, sinking deep to fill her with a broken moan.

He started to move, pulling nearly all the way out to push deeper, the slick grip of her inner muscles clenching and loosening, her cries and moans swallowed in his kisses as that sweet ache inside started to build. Slowly, deeply, with deliberate smooth strokes he brought her right to the edge, only to ease off and then bring her there again.

She gasped and moaned quietly, pressing her fingers into the tense muscles of his back as she lifted off the bed to meet him, tilting her hips so he could sink even deeper, filling her completely. An exquisite kind of ache trembled down her thighs, her body straining for release even as she silently begged him to prolong the torture. They rose and fell together, the thrill of his whispered words in her ear, wanting to feel him like this forever, hot and hard between her legs, loving her with the kind of passion she craved. The kind of passion she longed for, and for years only found in half remembered dreams.

Joey His deep voice in her ear rumbled off a strained, shaky breath, and she knew he was close, too. I love you

Her lips parted to respond, the words lost in her short, breathless cry, her body arching up off the bed as that dam burst inside, waves of ecstasy washing over, pulling her under to that place where she was so willing to drown.

To let herself be loved so completely by one person, and to love that way in return, had once seemed like being adrift and tossed about on a dangerous sea with nothing to hold onto. But as Paceys strong arms pulled her in close, holding her to him, she knew he would not let go. Not again.

Neither one of them had ever completely released the hope hidden away in their hearts. As much as they tried, it was the one thing they could not let go.

As long as they had hope, they had this. They had each other.





Joey rolled over in the comfortable tangle of flannel sheets and thick fleece blankets, stretching her legs out to slide against soft cotton as she sighed in contentment. She was awake but not yet ready to open her eyes to the light, feeling more rested than she had in weeks. Tucking her hand under a downy pillow, she pressed her face into it, smiling to inhale the scent of him that lingered, both on these sheets and on her.

Gradually, she became aware of a series of short, rough scraping sounds coming from outside, barely audible through the storm glass windows. As she listened more carefully, however, she could also catch muffled words of conversations, a call of greeting or some muted laughter. Blinking her eyes open to squint in the bright light, she then detected the faint aromas of bacon and coffee brewing. Wondering if everyone decided to get up at the crack of dawn, she lifted her head to gaze at Paceys alarm clock with a curious frown.

Sitting bolt upright, she saw it was almost 10:45 in the morning. She flung the heavy covers off to swing her legs over the side but then practically dropped to the floor with a muffled shriek of dismay. With a hammering heart, she realized she was still very much naked and his bedroom door was partially open. Scurrying around, hands now covering her bare breasts, she imagined a few horrific scenarios which all ended with Ryan in need of serious psychological counseling. Finally she was able to locate her sweatpants on the other side of the bed, but gave up on her shirt and grabbed one of Paceys instead.

Tugging the sweatpants up to tie the drawstring, his shirt swimming on her slender arms, she sidled up to the window to peek out. At first the sunshine bouncing off the crystal snow was nearly blinding, but as she focused in the glare she could make out part of the garage and driveway from this angle, squared-off snow banks visible where hed already shoveled. Next door, she could see red and green and blue Nordic knit hats over the fence, the Wilkins kids out playing in the winter wonderland.

Pushing her tousled hair back off her face, she gingerly stepped into the hallway. Pausing, she heard the sounds of voices from downstairs and quickly skirted the landing to make a necessary trip to the bathroom. When she finally descended the stairs, the living room was quiet and empty, the quilt and sleeping bag folded neatly on the end of the couch.

She wandered further down the hall into the kitchen, smiling somewhat sheepishly to find Gretchen there, already fully dressed and sipping from a mug of coffee as she watched Ryan playing on the floor.

Hey.

Gretchen glanced over, placing her mug down with a grin and a faintly teasing singsong tone to her voice.

Good morn-ing, Jo-ey!

Joey felt her cheeks flush with a tinge of embarrassment as she tucked her hair behind her ears, her voice scratchy with slumber. I know, I knowI cant believe I slept this late.

Oh, dont even worry about it. Gretchen waved a hand dismissively. Theres plenty of bacon and pancakes left for you over there on the stove, if youre hungry. And, of course, she lifted her mug, coffee.

Thanks, Joey murmured, still wearing a contrite smirk as she moved over to the coffeemaker on the counter, a clean mug already waiting. Lifting the glass pitcher to pour, she then took the mug in both hands, turning to rest against the counter and smile down at Ryan.

And good morning to you, Ryan.

He had paused in his play when she entered the room, and was gazing up at her now, regarding her with a sort of blank curiosity. He didnt respond to her greeting, only going back to his trucks. She bit back a frown, wondering if it was only her imagination that his gaze seemed to linger on her shirt, and if he recognized it as his fathers.

Maybe they should just book his appointments with the school psychologist now and get it over with.

Joey is going to be here to have Christmas with us, Ry, Gretchen called over to him from the kitchen table. Wont that be fun?

Joey heard the overly cheerful encouragement in her tone, and felt her stomach inexplicably sink when the little boy didnt even bother to acknowledge the announcement. Trying not to take it too personally, she offered Gretchen a weak smile, wondering if it conveyed that healthy sense of self-esteem she was trying to project.

Hes thrilled. Trust me, Gretchen winked at her before lifting her coffee to take another sip. Placing it down on the table, she pushed back her chair to stand. And I really hate to do this to you when youve barely had your caffeine, but Pacey has my car all warmed up and waiting for me out there and I really have to go. I was in the middle of Christmas shopping yesterday when he called, and Im still not done.

Oh. Joey blinked once, suddenly reminded that she also had shopping to do. Recovering quickly, she shook her head in reassurance. No, nothats fine. I understand. I just feel bad that I slept so lateyou should have woken me.

We were under strict orders that you were not to be disturbed. Gretchen joked solemnly as she pulled on her leather coat. I still cant believe Christmas is tomorrow. It really snuck up on me this year. She was twisting and knotting a fluffy multicolored scarf around her neck before she paused. By the way, I hope youll be coming by the house at some pointI mean, I know you probably have dinner at the Leerys, right?

Yeah Joey lifted her eyebrows in faint uncertainty. I, um, guess thats the plan.

The truth was that she didnt think the Leerys knew she was in town to even set her a place at their table. And, while it was a tradition she hoped to keep, she wasnt sure where Pacey planned to have dinner. After all, the whole point was to be with him.

Okay, Ill see you tomorrow then. Gretchen breezed through the kitchen, stopping by Ryan to crouch down and sneak a kiss on his cheek, which the little boy promptly swiped away. Hey! she reprimanded him playfully, pretending to be aghast as she tickled his side. Dont rub off Aunties kisses!

Ryan rolled back onto the floor, bursting out into one of his baby belly laughs, and even though Joey grinned in amusement, she still trailed after Gretchen down the hall, experiencing a small tinge of abandonment.

Be careful driving out there, she called after her, pausing to wrap her arm around her body and shiver when a cold and blustery winter wind blew in through the open door.

I will! See ya, Joey!

The door slammed shut, the quiet morning hush returning to the house. Glancing back almost warily to see Ryan was once again fully absorbed in his trucks, Joey wandered over to one of the living room windows. She spotted Pacey standing at the end of the driveway, grasping a snow shovel like it was a ski pole and speaking to Gretchen through her open car window. As she waved and pulled away down the street, Joey noticed he was in conversation with someone else, too.

Moving closer, she saw a large, beefy man in an oilskin jacket and wool cap. While she had never met him, she had to assume this was Callies husband. He was handsome in a rugged, burly way, and she noticed he had a nice smile when he laughed, his face creased and crinkled sharply in that weathered look of all fishermen.

Sighing, she turned away from the window to return to the kitchen with renewed determination. Pausing on the threshold, she took a deep breath and assumed a hopeful, tentative smile. Ryan, however, barely glanced up. Grasping her coffee mug securely, undeterred by ambivalence, she sank right down on the floor with him, sitting with legs crossed. Yet at the same time she tried to keep a respectable distance, worried about invading the privacy and personal space of a two-year-old.

So, do you like trucks? she asked brilliantly.

Ryan was humming motor sounds under his breath and only nodded his head, but she caught an unmistakable glimpse of Pacey in the curve of his cheek.

Well, I think this one is pretty cool. She reached for the green Tonka closest to her on the floor and pushed it along a few inches. Dump trucks were always my favorite.

Ryan sat back with a quiet release of breath, watching her move the truck around for a moment before he lifted his round eyes to hers, the pure blue clearer and brighter than the sky itself.

Dats a backhoe.

Oh. She paused, retracting her hand as she wrinkled her forehead. Right.

The front door blew open again, and she heard the loud stomping of feet on the front porch before it swung shut. Ryans face instantly alit with happiness and he jumped up from the floor, little feet pounding over hardwood floors as he ran out of the kitchen and down the length of the hallway.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Joey awkwardly hurried to pull herself up from the floor, meeting Paceys smile as he walked into the kitchen holding Ryan on his side. His hair was mussed, sticking up on end from his hat, and his cheeks were tinted red from the cold. In that moment, she suddenly remembered the boy he used to be.

Then again, her reminder was always there, right in his arms.

Hey.

Hey, she replied, holding his gaze a beat, memories of last night drifting through her mind like a lovely watercolor dream.

I see you got your coffee. He nodded towards the mug in her hand. Have you had any pancakes yet? I can warm them up if you want.

Im all set right now. Thanks. So, was that your neighbor you were talking toCallies husband?

Yeah, thats Jim. He set Ryan back down on the floor, and the little boy watched Joey with a more open expression now, almost as if he somehow regarded her differently after seeing the way his father spoke to her. Theyre getting ready for their annual Christmas Eve open house this afternoon. It should be a good time. Baked stuffed quahogs, haddock, lobster bisque and chowderthe desserts she makes are unbelievable. He cracked open a bottle of water to take a swallow. And, of course, Jim has a special cider recipe, or theres always your traditional eggnog. Its mostly just friends from town, families, kidsits pretty casual, with people dropping in, he shrugged. Ryan and I usually make an appearance for a whileyou know, if you were interested.

Sure. Whatever you want to do, she assured him before hesitating with pursed lips. But, um, I really need to do some errandshit a store or two.

Um, actually, so do I, he chuckled wryly, meeting her eyes with a shared understanding. The roads are all plowed now. How about we take a ride over to Capeside and join in that time-honored tradition of last minute panic shopping?

You, too, huh? she smirked, lifting a hand to push her hair behind her ear. She narrowed her eyes pensively. You know, instead of killing ourselves to find some overpriced item to strain our credit card limits and wrap up in a big box with a red bowmaybe we should just decide to be happy with what we have and call it even?

He was lifting the water bottle to his mouth and paused with a furrowed brow. Like our gift to each other is each other?

Something like that, yeah, she smiled with an amused roll of her eyes.

Huh. He placed the bottle down and narrowed his gaze as he approached, feigning careful contemplation. Well, not that I dont appreciate a little O. Henry sentiment during the holidays as much as the next personbut I kinda liked the overpriced big box with the bow idea.

She laughed up at him in gentle reproof. Pacey

No, thats fine. He grinned, placing his hands on her shoulders before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. Besides, he shrugged with a teasing chuckle of laughter, my birthday is only in another month and thatll give you some more time to save up.

But I do want to get him something, she whispered somewhat urgently as she glanced down at Ryan, attempting to be discreet.

Jo Pacey laughed again as he lifted his arms in a helpless gesture, speaking much more candidly even though he kept his voice low, too. Dont even worry about it. He gets so many presents from my family, and then theres the stash I personally know that Santa is going to deliverhes never going to know the difference. Hes two.

But Ill know. She paused as her eyes drifted over his face, wanting him to understand that this was important to her and why. Please, Pace?

The corner of his mouth tugged up as he lifted his hand to her chin. Yeah, okay, sure, he relented, his voice softening. Well go into town whenever youre ready, okay? Im just going to pull him around on his sled in the yard.

Okay.

Bowing his head, he brushed a tender kiss over her lips and then turned around to scoop Ryan up, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the boy giggled and kicked his legs.

Who here wants to go out into the snow?

Me, Daddy!

Huh? Pacey pretended to be confused as he glanced around. Did someone say something?

Me, Daddy. Up he-ere! Ryan laughed helplessly.

Oh, you. He glanced up at him as he headed for the hallway. I forgot about you. But you dont want to go out in that cold, frosty, deep snowdo you, buddy?

Yes, I do! I want to!

The little boy giggled again, his obvious joy and delight whenever his father was near always apparent. Joey could still hear him giggling and talking as she picked at one of the pancakes on the stove, his baby voice reduced to an excited stammer as Pacey got him suited up by the front door.

While she would never expect Ryan to see her in the same way he saw his father, she felt the undeniable urge to prove that she wanted to be a part of this childs life and was willing to be there for him in any way she could. She knew some of Paceys initial doubt and hesitation had been based on the fact he was afraid she would view Ryan as some kind of unwanted burden. And it was a lot to take on, there was no getting around that fact. But it was clear to her now that the chance to have a real life with Pacey was worth any challenge or risk. The sooner she formed some bond with this little boy, the easier and better it would be for all of them.

She dumped the remains of her coffee in the sink, heading upstairs to shower and change with thoughts of toy stores and trucks and trains and stuffed animals dancing in her head. She realized, of course, it wasnt like one could buy that kind of recognition and affection from a child.

Then again, maybe there wasnt any harm in trying.





Pacey wandered down the slush covered sidewalk behind Ryan, hands in the pockets of his coat, shadowing the little boy carefully as he meandered a slow path through the throngs of people. While Callie had given him a fold-up stroller to keep in his truck, he rarely ever used it, as Ryan much preferred to go it on his own two feet. And, when he inevitably got tired, he would simply stop short and lift his small mittened hands in the air, the universal toddler signal for carry me.

Hey, Ryan Pacey called out to him, slowing his steps. Check this out.

The little boy paused, stopping to watch the group on the opposite street corner dressed in Victorian costumes and winter bonnets, playing Christmas carols with the chime and clang of brass bells gripped in their hands. Capeside was laying it on bit thick this year in trying to create that quaint Dickens ambiance, all in the name of luring more holiday shoppers away from the malls. In fact, Pacey wouldnt be surprised if they had hired orphans to run around with soot on their cheeks, speaking with Cockney accents.

AwGod bless us everyone.

Hearing a familiar lilt of sarcasm in the comment, he glanced down with an arched eyebrow, breaking out into a grin to see the petite blonde now standing next to him.

Jenhey. He rested his hand lightly on her back, tilting lower to give her a quick kiss. When did you get into town?

Just like an hour ago, she shrugged with a smile, her fair cheeks frosted pink by the cold air. Grams had something to do at church so we figured wed walk around and take in the holiday sights for a while.

Pacey!

Pacey smiled as Scott emerged from the store behind her, stepping forward to shake his hand.

Scott, how are ya? Merry Christmas.

Oh, to you, too.

Ryan had moved closer, leaning his small shoulder against Paceys leg as he stared up from under the brim of his knit ski hat.

Hey, little man! Scott beamed, crouching down to his level. How are you? All ready for Santa?

Ryan only smiled and nodded his head, wrapping one arm around Paceys knee.

So, did you get any of my messages? Jen suddenly blurted out. I called you like ten times.

Not only did I get them, Pacey chuckled and narrowed his gaze, Im thinking I might be forced to sue for harassment.

She only matched his look with a faint smirk. So, are you going to tell me why, when I called your house this morning and spoke to Gretchen, she mentioned something about waiting for Joey to wake up? Look, she shrugged as if to indicate the jig was up, I know she spent the night there so you might as well spill it.

Whats to spill? Pacey shrugged with a smile. You obviously have your scoop.

No, I want to know how she got there. Jen shook her head. Its all in the details, baby.

By taxi. He paused a beat. A yellow one.

Pacey, you suck! She playfully punched his arm as he chuckled. The last time I talked to you, you guys were like 200 miles away from each otherboth literally and metaphorically, I might add. What happened? Give me something!

I dont really know what to tell you, he laughed and shrugged his shoulder again. Providence intervened.

Jen lifted an eyebrow. Grams will be so pleased to know youve found religion in this experience.

No, I mean, Providenceas in Rhode Island, he explained with a faint smirk. We both ended up stuck there at the Greyhound bus station during yesterdays storm.

Oh. Jen giggled as Scott laughed.

Pacey felt Ryan growing restless, tugging at his jeans. Look, Ill just let Joey fill you in on the details when you see her tomorrow, okay? Like I said, I got your ten messagesalthough I think it was closer to like forty-threeand Dawson left me one this morning. Well be at Gales for dinner. You can interrogate her to your hearts content then.

Ah, right. I see how it is. Jen nodded her head sagely. You just want me to hear her version of the events so I can report back to you what she said.

Yes, thats exactly it, he intoned dryly. And then Ill want you to pass her a note with yes and no boxes to check if she wants to go out with me.

Scotts burst of laughter was cut short when Jen threw him a look. He only swallowed it back to adjust his wire-rimmed eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose. They were new to his face, probably a result of his days spent pouring over legal briefs and documents, but they suited him.

So are you looking for a gift for her? Undeterred, Jen returned her attention to Pacey with a sly smile and motioned towards a shop at the end of the block, diamond and pearl necklaces on display in the storefront window. Because jewelry is always nice.

You know, speaking of gifts, honey Scott eased his arm around her shoulder, speaking slowly and carefully. You were going to help me pick out something for my mom, remember? After all, were going to be heading up to Vermont really early the day after Christmas.

Thank you, Scott, Pacey smirked gratefully, bending at the knees to grab Ryan just as he was about to wander off in boredom and hiking him up in his arms. And I will see you both tomorrow.

You can run, but you cannot hide, Pacey, Jen muttered her empty threat before turning a sweet smile on the toddler. Bye-bye, Ryan. She reached out to pat his leg through his snow pants Hope Santa brings you lots of good things!

Bye, the little boy mumbled quietly, giggling when Scott reached over to playfully grasp his boot as if in a goodbye handshake.

Ill see ya, Pacey, he grinned, patting him on the arm as he and Jen walked away.

See ya, Pacey replied, watching them stroll down the sidewalk hand-in-hand before continuing in the opposite direction.

Although he always thought Scott was a nice guy, he had a whole new respect and appreciation for him after the way he had assisted with the legal technicalities of Ryans custody issues. His professionalism and discretion had only been matched by his understanding and kindness, and for a while he had been the only person Pacey could really talk to about the situation. While he might be short in stature, Pacey realized he had a huge heart, and he was happy Jen had someone like that. Funny that her perfect match, the love of her life, turned out to be the one they all wouldve least expected.

Turning the corner at the bookstore, he smiled as his eyes fell on Joey sitting on a bench by the harborwalk in the meeting spot they had designated.

Maybe life was all about the unexpected.

Ryan was nearly dozing in his car seat by the time they got back to Chandler Cove, offering no protest when Pacey carried him up to his crib for a nap. With at least a couple of hours of privacy to enjoy, they built a fire, curling up right on the living room rug in front of it with a blanket and pillows as temperatures continued to drop outside.

Hed lost track of time, however, between gentle caresses and long, slow, deep kisses, being with her like this bringing him back to the earliest days of their relationship. Yet, unlike that sixteen-year-old boy, Pacey had a little more on his mind. It was as if he could envision their whole lives, how it could be, how it could really work. Marriage, careers and a real family - not the one he had only been making up as he went along, taping together in haphazard pieces while trying to cover up cracks and fill in missing parts. While he was still a little afraid of rushing things too much and scaring her off, he was already halfway there.

She was back in his life and he wanted her to stay.

He dropped a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, then on her cheek, nuzzling her neck as she murmured and sighed, then giggling when his lips rediscovered that ticklish spot right below her ear.

Pulling back with a grin, he rested his head on his hand, elbow propped on the floor.

So, did I mention Jen said theyre all expecting us at the Leerys tomorrow for dinner? He slid his hand under her shirt, smoothing it over her warm stomach. I also got a call from Dawson. He left a message on my cell, too, making sure we were coming.

Joey tilted her head to gaze up at him, and he didnt miss the fact her face lit up even as she tried to sound casual. Oh. Is that what you want to do?

Because she hadnt figured out by now hed do just about anything to make her happy, Pacey nodded his head with a small smile, his eyes drifting over her face. Yeah.

She smiled slowly, and then glanced away. Have I mentioned I like your tree?

No, youve been too preoccupied with my woo-

Pacey!

Kidding!

Chuckling to himself as she thumped him on the chest anyway, he glanced over at the Charlie Brown boughs and noticed the afternoon light was already starting to fade into a pale wintery dusk, the sky visible outside the front windows streaked with pink and lavender.

Bowing his head to kiss her again, he murmured against her lips. So, when he wakes up do you still want to take a walk over to the festivities next door? Good food, holiday cheer He paused to kiss her more deeply, breaking away to whisper, And Ryan will get so tired out playing with the other kids hell go right to bed for the night.

He felt her smile against his lips, obviously getting his meaning. Sounds like a plan. She met his kiss and returned it with ardent enthusiasm, but then suddenly pulled away.

So, I know we werent supposed to get gifts, but I do have a little something for youwell, for us.

Pacey had to blink, needing a moment to catch up, thrown off by the abrupt switch in direction. Ahokay.

Joey untangled her body from his arms and the drape of the blanket to get up and walk down the hall into the kitchen, the space where she had just been instantly feeling cold and empty. Sighing, Pacey sat upright and stretched his arm to reach for one of the pokers, moving the logs around in the hearth as they sizzled, throwing off a few sparks. She returned a moment later with her bag, pulling out what appeared to be a small magazine clipping before moving to sit with him on the floor again.

Watching his face, she handed it to him, and Pacey furrowed his brow as he bowed his head to read aloud.

You should know that youre not alone. In fact, more than half of all men over 40 have experienced these kinds of difficulties. You owe it to yourself and your partner to experience the sensations and energy that only this little blue pill canokay, while Im all for looking towards the future. He glanced up with a comical frown. This seems a little far ahead. And disturbingly pessimistic, to be quite frank.

No She rolled her eyes and laughed. On the other side.

Paceys expression softened on his chuckle, flipping the page over to see a picture advertisement for a big furniture retailer featuring a complete five-piece bedroom set. He hesitated, gazing down at it for a long moment.

I really liked it, Joey offered in a quiet, tentative voice. The style and the natural wood. I was thinking if you liked it, too, we could check out some furniture stores one of these upcoming weekendseven if we dont find the exact one, they might have something similar. Maybe put some pieces on layaway

Pacey glanced up to meet her eyes, remembering and realizing what she was trying to say.

We could do that, he smiled softly.

Relief warmed her features. Well, do you like it?

Yeah, I do. He placed the magazine clipping aside, reaching for her. Hey

What? Her smile was a question, but she offered no resistance, allowing him to pull her into his embrace as he wrapped his arms tight around her.

Cmere, thats what he whispered, bowing his head to kiss her again as they fell back into the blanket and pillows.

She murmured her approval, his tongue sliding along hers to capture the sound, sweeping slowly through her mouth. His hand slipped under her shirt, sliding up her stomach to gently massage the soft mound of her breast, silk gliding against his palm. Easing her bra down to expose the tight peak, he slowly rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, smiling as she broke away from their kisses with a quiet gasp.

Burying her face in his neck, she started kissing him with a soft suction along his pulse points in a way that was both sweet and seductive. He sighed as he slid his hand around to the small of her back, smoothing over the warm satin of her skin. His fingertips then pushed lower, down inside the back of her jeans, drawing her in even closer so she could feel him, her core of heat pressed to the rigid erection now straining at his sweatpants. Their mouths met in a slow, hungry tangle of tongues, the heat between them rapidly escalating.

Her hand slid down to his erection, the heel of her palm stroking slowly from the base to the aching tip, and he thrust against her, covering her neck with feverish kisses.

Pace She gasped urgently on a whisper, and moved to unfasten her own jeans as if suddenly overheated. He could hear the quiet sound of her zipper above the gentle cracklings of the fire.

Needing no further invitation, he slid one hand right down into the front of her panties, through soft curls to find her satiny flesh already warm and wet with arousal. He stroked her with the pad of his index finger, first tracing tantalizingly slow circles before applying the lightest pressure to the tight, tiny bundle of nerve endings.

She whimpered and clung to him; trembling so hard he could hear it in her soft, broken breaths against his neck.

Sliding his hand back around, moving down inside her jeans, he maneuvered them lower, finally shoving them right past her slender hips along with the slip of her panties. His overwhelming desire for her was fueling his haste, already operating on borrowed time as he tugged them completely off. She managed to push his sweatpants down with his boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock. He groaned deeply, closing his eyes as her cool, smooth hand closed around the heated shaft to stroke him.

Joey he growled low in his throat and grasped her slender thigh in one hand. Fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her in, bringing her leg over his naked hip, the length of his erection pressed flat to her slick folds.

She rocked her hips to grind against him with stuttering breaths, seeking friction and pressure. He had to lower his hand, grasping the thick width to reposition, finally pushing inside her tight, wet heat. His sigh of sweet relief lowered to a groan as her muscles clenched down around him. Both were still lying on their sides on the floor, partially wrapped in the quilt. Needing deeper, needing more, he rolled her, her soft cry cutting through the quiet of the room as he lifted both her legs, hooking them over his hips.

As he thrust harder, plunging in and out, Joeys ankles locked around his waist, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her quiet moans punctuated by soft gasps on his every stroke. She arched her head back with her eyes closed and he lowered his mouth to her neck as he pushed even deeper, silken walls clamping down around him, sheathed in her heat.

He felt the telltale pull in his groin, his muscular thighs painfully taut with the need for release. Rising up on his forearms, he gazed at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the last burst of afternoon light casting her skin in a soft golden glow. His hand moved to her waist to slide her shirt up higher. Lowering his eyes to where their bodies were joined, his moan was a quiet growl under his breath, watching the sexy undulations of her smooth, toned stomach as she lifted to meet every slow, steady stroke. The visual of their bodies moving together in that sensual rhythm, of him moving inside her, finally sent Pacey over the edge.

He reached up for her arms, grasping her wrists to pin her to the floor as he lifted his hips to sink back inside her again and again. Faster, harder, deeper he drove, hearing the soft scream starting at the back of her throat. Swiftly bringing his hand down to clamp it over her mouth, he buried his face in her neck with a choked, shuddering groan as they came together in an explosion of release.

Once he stopped moving, he could only collapse on top of her body in a spent heap. He finally managed to shift his weight off to the side to pull out, his heart still pounding furiously against his ribcage. Sliding his hand away from where it had been covering her mouth, he cupped her face in a tender gesture to press a gentle kiss on her parted lips.

Sorry bout that. He murmured his apology into the kiss. You know Im usually against censorship in any form.

Its okayI understand she sighed on a shaky exhalation of breath, eyes still closed as she pushed her hair back off her face and then let the hand drop uselessly back to the floor above her head.

Pacey flopped onto his back, checking the time before he tugged his sweatpants and boxers on and turned back to face her. Her long, tan legs were partially tangled in the quilt, shirt hiked up to the undersides of her round, firm breasts, and there was still the faintest triangle of pale skin visible from her bikini at the apex of her thighs.

Pacey smiled slowly as he placed his hand on her still quivering stomach, fingers splayed, caressing circles over the warm exposed skin. He could feel her rapid heartbeat begin to slow, her pulse a heated current beneath his touch.

I can make it up to you, if you like.

Joey only fully opened one eye to squint up at him, her faint smirk hovering at the corners of her lips when she met his gaze.

And how would you propose to do that?

I dont know, he shrugged, but held her gaze intently as he lowered his head to brush a kiss over her tummy. But I figure we have fifteen, maybe twenty minutes tops before he wakes upso maybe something will come to me.

Maybe something will come to you, huh? Her murmur of wry laughter was soft and thick with both realized and renewed desire.

Mm-hmm He slipped his tongue out to trace her bikini line on his southbound journey. Or come for mewhichever.

She sighed on a broken moan as her eyes fell closed again, and Pacey chuckled against her heated skin as she then quickly reached for the closest pillow to pull it over her own mouth.





Joey smiled to herself as she gazed around at the people congregating in the Wilkins living room, fat candles in scents like cinnamon and bayberry and vanilla scattered over the mantle and on windowsills, the doorways decorated with real evergreen swags and small fragrant kissing balls. There was a buffet table set up in the dining room with a seafood feast the likes of which one would probably see at the finest restaurants in Boston, but all of it came right from Jim Wilkins nets and lobster pots in the harbor, practically their own backyard.

While there werent too many familiar faces here, everyone had been so friendly and welcoming as soon as they realized she was with Pacey that Joey quickly felt relaxed and comfortable. Of course, the spiked eggnog dusted with nutmeg in her hand was helping her festive mood along nicely, as was the warm glow of really great sex still tingling throughout her body, flushing her cheeks.

Most of all, however, it was simply knowing she was exactly where she wanted to be.

A couple of the Wilkins kids ran through the room, darting in and out between the adults, looking like part of the decorations with their auburn hair and green Irish knit fishermen sweaters. As Joeys gaze followed them with some amusement, she suddenly caught the eye of someone across the room. Her smile faded just slightly. This person looked to be about her age, had a nice face, her long dark blond spiral curls her most noticeable feature. But even though she saw Pacey stop to chat with her earlier, Joey was sure this was someone she had never met before. Yet this was at least the third time this evening she felt like she was on the receiving end of her pointed and even disapproving stares.

Frowning in mild concern, starting to feel a little self-conscious, Joey turned away discreetly, tilting her head to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the coat rack in the front hall. Narrowing her gaze, she examined her face. Perhaps she had crumbs or a smidge of dressing on her chin, a piece of spinach caught between her teeth.

Hey.

She jumped slightly, startled by the unexpected voice tickling her ear, but then relaxed into a smile as Paceys arms slid around her from behind and she felt his soft lips on her neck.

Here. He produced a fresh cup of eggnog in his other hand, switching it out with one she had just barely finished.

Are you trying to get me drunk? she chided him softly.

Maybe just a little, he admitted with a shrug of his shoulder and a grin. But my plan to take advantage of you will have to be delayed slightly, because Jim needs me to help him with the keg out on the back porch.

What? Help him finish it?

No, not help him finish it, Pacey mimicked her with a weary smirk and then chuckled again. Theyre switching it out with the new one. It shouldnt take too long, and then we can start to say our goodbyes and get out of herebut can you do me a favor and just watch Ryan? Hes playing with Maggie and James under the dining room table right now, but Im afraid hes going to get sick if he gets his little grubby mitts on one more of those gingerbread men. I keep finding them scattered all over the house, decapitated and maimed with the frosting and candy licked off, which I know is his M.O. The last body count I calculated had him at six, so Im trying to avoid that lucky seven.

Okay, she laughed with a nod of her head. I think I can handle that.

He smiled, lowering his head just whisper a kiss across her lips before he was gone. Joey sighed, shaking off that small trance his touch induced, and wandered into the dining room. Crouching down, she lifted the linen tablecloth, locating three youngsters sitting in a semi-circle in the shadows underneath.

Hey, guys. Whats going on?

This is our secret club, Maggie announced solemnly, her long copper hair pulled back in a black velvet headband. No grown-ups allowed.

Oh, okay. I understand, Joey nodded her head in appreciation, suppressing her smile of amusement. She shifted her eyes to the little dark haired boy hugging the brown and white stuffed dog. Having fun, Ryan?

The hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but Maggie answered for him.

He doesnt like to talk to strangers.

Joeys smile receded, that small victory of recognition crashing down into some bitter defeat. But, again, she again tried not to take it too personally.

Right, umwell, Im just going to be out here. But your Daddy wants to go soon, Ryan, so dont go too far, okay?

To her dismay, his face instantly crumpled into a grumpy pout. No! Wanna stay here.

Well, we have to go eventually. She kept her voice even and low, trying to sound encouraging rather than bossy. Santa comes tonight, remember? And you have to be in bed for that.

Wanna! Stay! Here! Ryan shot back, each word going up a decibel at his cheeks reddened.

Joey only sighed, letting the tablecloth drop back as she straightened to stand. Casting a quick glance around, she was mildly embarrassed to think someone might have overheard the exchange. She lifted her eggnog to her lips to take a sip and tried to appear casual, wandering along the length of the buffet table to peruse the desserts. At the same time, she didnt want to stray too far away in case they ran off to play somewhere else and she lost him in the crowd.

A burst of laughter caught her attention and she glanced over her shoulder to see Callie covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking with her amused chortles. Smiling reflexively, she hesitated when she saw the person laughing with her was the blonde with the long curly hair. But Joey stopped short when the girl then shot her a look, feeling like she was suddenly transported right back to the cliquey halls of high school.

What was that all about?

But her attention was quickly distracted by the sound of running feet, and she glanced down to see no one was under the dining room table. Muttering under her breath, angry only at herself for being unable to follow one simple request, she started through the crowd, squeezing her way through all the guests as her eyes darted around anxiously. Hearing childrens voices from the four-season porch at the far side of the house, she headed in that direction, breathing a small sigh of relief to find all guests under the age of twelve were mingling out here, including Maggie and James.

Led by the older girl she thought might be Hannah, the Wilkins kids were all singing along with a CD player (adlibbing a much less politically correct version of Rudolph than Joey recalled) every so often bursting into impromptu dances and laughing. She grinned when Callie appeared from the entrance at the other end of the porch, and instead of issuing any reprimands she started singing and dancing right along with them. She grasped the hands of her older son, Colin, showing him the steps of a waltz while his face turned as red as his hair.

Joeys eyes swept over the porch, finally landing on Ryan. He sat alone on an old wicker bench in the corner, watching them dance with a strangely thoughtful expression for such a baby face.

Her irritation at having lost track of him softened into something else, and Joey felt an unexpected tug at her heart.

Traveling the perimeters of the porch, the frosted windows strung with icicle lights, she eased down to sit next to him on the wicker bench, moving slowly as if he were a small woodland creature that might suddenly bolt. He bowed his head a little, hugging Ruffy tighter, but he made no attempt to run away.

Joey glanced down at him, her eyes drifting over his face. You know, she whispered softly, I understand a little bit about why you like to come to this house so much, and why you dont always like to leave.

Ryan only blinked once, his attention still focused on Callie dancing with Colin.

I know how this whole family thing seems kind of appealing, she continued. But I want you to know you are so, so lucky to have your dadtrust me, I know. There arent too many people in the world who give their whole heart the way he does, and you couldnt ask for someone better in your corner. I mean, this is all great, she acknowledged quietly with a wry, wistful smile as she lifted her drink, gazing around the house brimming with love, good cheer and a mother who was always right there when you walked in the door. And who wouldnt want to be here and be a part of this. But youve got something pretty special, too. She brought her eyes back to the little boy. Because you have a dad who loves you more than anything.

Ryan made no indication that he understood, let alone that he heard her, only swinging his little foot to bump it against the leg of the bench. Sighing, she gazed over to watch the other kids as they played.

Im tursty.

Joey sat up straight, both pleased and surprised to realize he was actually communicating.

Youre thirsty? You want some milk? How about some milk? She offered eagerly. Lets go find your sippy cup in the kitchen and Ill pour you some.

She stood from the bench, lowering her hand to hold it out for him, waiting. Her smile of relief broke free when he climbed down and then reached up to curl his small fingers around hers. She walked slowly to lead him down the hallway, holding his hand tight and secure through all the people milling about, but just as they reached the kitchen threshold, Callie suddenly appeared.

Joey! Are you having fun? Did you get enough to eat?

Yes, thank you. Everything was delicious, she smiled and nodded her head.

So where are you headed tomorrow? Are you having dinner with Paceys folks?

Um, well Joey frowned distractedly as Ryan pulled away from her hand, but he ran directly into the kitchen and she was able to keep a watchful eye on him over Callies shoulder. Im sure well stop by there at some point, but I think were actually having dinner with some good friends of ours.

Oh, right. I think he mentioned that. Theyre in Capeside, too, right?

Joey proceeded to answer, hesitating when she noticed Ryan had spotted the tins of chocolate, pies, cakes and fancy parfaits spread across the kitchen sideboard. His eyes fixed on the last two frosted gingerbread men sitting on a ceramic plate, and he teetered over, lifting up on the toes of his sneakers, but it was too high for him to reach.

Callie was asking her another question, and as much as she didnt want to seem impolite, Joey started to inch away as she responded, seeing that Ryan was now awkwardly attempting to climb onto a nearby kitchen chair to get to the goodies.

Suddenly, a flood of people spilled into the kitchen, all looking for coffee, and her view was partially blocked. Joey felt a small rise of panic as she excused herself from Callie to hurry in the direction of the little boy, the crowd parting in time for her to only watch helplessly as he tipped over right along with the wooden chair, left sprawled and crying on the floor.

She rushed to him but the blonde appeared out of nowhere, swooping Ryan up in her arms to hold him close.

There, there, my friendits okay, she spoke to him soothingly, rocking him in her arms as she shot Joey a look of mild reproach. Hes really too little to be climbing onto chairs all by himself.

Then she lowered her gaze with what seemed like a sniff of disdain to regard the eggnog Joey still clutched in her hand.

Joey felt the heat of angry indignation rising, enflaming her cheeks. I realize that, she replied through gritted teeth. And I was on my way over here to try to prevent him from doing that.

Aw, Ry Callie arrived, making a soft clucking sound in her throat. Take a little tumble, did you?

At the sound of her familiar voice, the little boy twisted around, holding his arms out to her as he hiccupped his tears. Joey and the blonde regarded each other evenly as Callie took over the comforting duties, Ryan burying his soft sobs in her neck as he clung to her desperately. The blonde simply walked away.

Here you goI know what will cheer you up

Joeys lips parted in silent protest, giving up in defeat as Callie then reached for one of the remaining gingerbread men to hand it over to the little boy.

Callie? Someone from across the kitchen called over. Do you have regular milk for the coffee or just half and half?

Oh, noI can get you some milk, she called back, holding her arms out to pass Ryan off.

Joey wrapped her arm around his back, balancing his weight on her hip as Callie hurried away to attend to her guests. At that very moment the back door opened and Pacey walked into the kitchen.

He stopped short when he saw them, Ryans face smeared with frosting as he showered gingerbread crumbs down the front of her shirt, but Joey cut him off before he could comment.

Dont say it, she muttered dully. Its a long story.

Ahall right, he sort of laughed in wry confusion, lifting a hand to scratch at his temple.

He took a little fall, by the way, she sighed, bringing her hand up to the back of his round head. I was afraid he might have a bump back here, but I think he mostly scared himself. Her eyes darted over Paceys face as moved closer to rub Ryans head. Do you feel anything?

Nah. Hes got a tough noggin, just like his daddont ya, buddy? he grinned, ruffling his hair before he eased him out of Joeys grip.

Ryan only smiled, settling happily into his fathers arms, too absorbed in his sugar consumption to reply.

So, Joey released a noisy breath of air, placing her eggnog down on the counter with a loud slam she didnt necessarily intend. Who is that girl I saw you talking to earlier?

Who was the wha? Pacey replied too innocently, lifting his eyebrows and curving his fingers around his ear as if he were suddenly hard of hearing.

The blonde. She folded her arms across her chest with a dark smirk. Pretty hair. Dirty looks.

Um, heh He chuckled uneasily. Well, I believe that may have been Rebecca.

Joey arched an eyebrow. The Rebecca you were dating?

Yep, he sighed with a small grimace, as if it pained him to admit it. That would be the one.

And when did you two break up?

Now, see Balancing Ryan in one arm, he lifted his other hand to rub at his chin and gesture. I dont know if you could use that term, as I feel that connotes a specific relationship involving an implied commitment. It was more of a casual thing. We only datedinfrequently at best. Sporadically, if you will. You know, just a night out to dinner every so often and-

So, when did you decide that you would no longer be dating? Joey cut in humorlessly, rolling her eyes to employ air quotes.

Ah, that would have been He drew the word out, narrowing his eyes pensively as his voice grew smaller. Monday, I believe.

Monday? Joey gasped in disbelief. As in the day before yesterday?

Huh. He grinned weakly. Is that when it was?

And let me guess Joey shook her head slowly. The decision wasnt so much mutual as it was yours, and yours alone.

That would be a damn good guess.

Now it all makes so much more sense she closed her eyes on a tired sigh.

Im sorry I didnt say anything. Pacey frowned, his tone more sincere and contrite. I guess I didnt realize shed be here. We never He glanced around before he lowered his voice in whispered confidence, covering Ryans ear as he leaned towards her. I never even slept with her, Jo.

Its okay. Joey frowned helplessly. You dont owe me an explanation. We each had our own lives, right? That doesnt just go away because were together now. I mean, I still have my job to go back to in New York, and

Paceys face suddenly fell, and she hesitated on his unexpected reaction.

You knew I planned on going back, right? She watched him carefully, her forehead wrinkling in concern. At least until another opportunity presents itself, or I get rsums outI kind of have to, Pacey.

Yeah, of courseI knew that. He didnt hesitate to respond, almost scoffing to shrug it off dismissively. But he was decidedly more subdued, burying a quiet sigh as he nodded his head towards the door. So, are you ready to go?

Yeah, Joey smiled sadly, nodding her head once.

They said their goodbyes and got their coats, bundling up Ryan for the walk to the point he could barely move. Pacey hiked him up in his arms, holding him close as they left the warmth and noise of the Wilkens' house behind.

The sharp, bitterly cold blast of wind off the water nearly stole Joeys breath away. The snow shimmered and glistened in the moonlight, whole constellations visible in the clear nighttime sky overhead. As they trudged across the yard, heads bowed again the breeze that seemed to sweep down the Atlantic from Canada, the only sounds were the crunch and sift of frozen powder under their boots, crystallized breaths rising up in whispery plumes to dissolve in thin air.

Joey lagged behind, hands deep in her coat pockets with her scarf wound up to her ears, stepping carefully into each deep imprint Pacey left behind. She lifted her gaze, marveling at how many stars sparkled above. Eventually she found the lopsided rectangle of the Little Dipper, then the North Star shining bright.

She didnt think that the issues and adversities she and Pacey had yet to face in order to truly be together could all be solved by a simple wish on a star.

But then again, it was Christmas Eve.

And there wasnt any harm in hoping.