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Author's Note - OK, so I skipped ahead a little. This story has to be ended, so I'm gonna try and end it within a few parts, ok? Joey and Dawson got married, and it's now a week after they returned from their honeymoon.
Joey Leery was still in a daze after leaving the clinic. How could she be pregnant? She'd been feeling sick over the honeymoon, and Dawson had insisted that she go to the doctors to get checked out. She'd just been told that she was about nine weeks. In shock, she got into the car, and started the engine. Her journey home was spent in a maze of thoughts and decisions. Were they ready for a baby? They'd only just got married. They both had careers. Whilst Dawson was at home for the time being, Joey would have to stop work to have the baby. Was she ready to put her career on hold to have a family? How would she tell Dawson? How would he react?
She pulled into the garage near their apartment, and walked into the building. She arrived at their apartment and opened the door. "What did the doctor say?" Dawson said immediately. "Um...it's just a bug. Might be some bad food we ate," Joey made up. Dawson was obviously satisfied by the answer, as he pulled her in for a hug. "Good. I was worried about you. So you're going back to work tomorrow?" he asked tentatively."Yeah, I guess. Why?" Joey replied.
"'Cause I thought I'd be able to get my lovely wife for a few more days, that's all. Couldn't you phone in sick?"
"No! I've missed too much already. I go to court next week, and I've only got the rough details. I'm gonna have to do a lot of work in thenext week."
"You could work here..." Dawson said, licking his lips. "No, I think I'd be better off at the office," she said, smiling. "I don't think I'd get much work done here!"
"If you insist," Dawson said, disappointed. "Pacey's coming round later."
"Good. I've got to go out, so he can keep you company. Did you get any ideas yet?"
"No. Yes. Well, kinda."
"That's clear then," she joked.
"I've had an idea, but it's not a very good one," he explained.
A few hours later, Dawson and Pacey were sat in the living area, joking about a film that the three of them had just watched. Joey was in the bedroom, but she entered the living area.
"OK, I'm off then. I'll be back in a few hours. I assume you can cope without me?"
"Well, D-man, how about we get those hot chicks to come round whilst she's gone?" Pacey said.
"Which ones?" Dawson played along. "Holly and Cindy?" "Na, I want Yasmine, and you can have Candy." Joey punched Pacey jokingly. "He'd never cheat on his wife. Not with someone named Candy, and especially as she knows exactly how to punish him," she said, giving Dawson a meaningful glance. He went red, and even Pacey didn't joke. "Sweety, will you walk me to the door?" she asked. Dawson obediently got up, and followed her to the door.
"Where are you going again?" he asked. Joey rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna meet a friend for some coffee. When I get back, I need to talk to you. Are you sure that you'll be all right?" "I'm certain. Go. Have fun." He leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you, Dawson. I really do," she whispered, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. When they finally pulled apart for breath, Dawson was lost for words. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, smiling. "Please be as quick as you can," he pleaded. She gave him a peck on the cheek before opening the door and leaving the apartment.
Later still, Dawson and Pacey were watching a football game on the television when the phone started to ring. Dawson looked up at the time.
It was probably Joey ringing to say she was on her way home, he reasoned. He picked up the receiver."Hello, honey," he said in a sexy tone.
"Mr Dawson Leery?" said an official sounding voice from the other end. Dawson blushed bright red."Speaking."
"I'm Sergeant Paul Miller. I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your wife, Josephine Leery has been involved in an accident. A car crash. She's in hospital. Boston General." Dawson felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest.
"How bad is it?" he asked, not wanting to know the answer. Pacey looked confused and walked over to his friend.
"She's unconscious. She had to be cut free from the wreckage. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to go. I'm sorry to have to tell you."
"No, thank you," Dawson said before hanging up the receiver. "What's up?" Pacey asked, concerned about the expression on Dawson's face.
"It's Joey," he said, pausing for a moment. "She's had a car crash. She's in hospital."
Dawson turned suddenly, grabbed his coat and ran out of the apartment. Pacey followed suit.
I don't need any suggestions, 'cause I know how I'm going to finish the series, but please send me feedback.
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