True Love Tales

Old Blue Jeans


Part 5

This is It

“Morning,” Jack said to Joey and Pacey as they walked down the stairs together.

“Hey Jack,” Joey smiled, walking over to him and hugging him, putting a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t you usually sleep in on a Saturday?”

“I was up early… let me rephrase that; something woke me up

“Oh did our mad, passionate shower sex wake you?” Pacey smiled, leaning on the counter in his robe as he poured out the coffee. “Because this one is one hell of a screamer when she gets some Pacey-love in the mornin’!”

“Hey!” Joey warned. “You shut up and go call the agent and make sure she knows we’re withdrawing our offer,”

“I thought I would make you breakfast,”

“Well you can make me dinner instead,” she told him walking over and putting her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“Your call; I was going to make blueberry pancakes,”

“You can make them tomorrow for me and Amy can watch; you know how she loves to watch you make them made into smiley faces,”

“Is this your way of telling me that we’re babysitting tonight?”

“Did I not tell you?” She asked innocently and he shook his head. “Its just that Jack and Doug are going to that Police ball thing all night and Jen has a date so I said we would pick Amy up after have lunch. I said you would come if that’s okay,”

“Well I have nothing better to do,”

“Great; now c’mere you great schlub” Joey said, kissing his lips deeply.

“Are they at it again?” Doug asked as he walked in the back door from his run, walking to the refrigerator for his water.

“Yeah- they were at it two times after you left,”

“Hey Pace,” Doug said, catching him as he walked out the room and following him. “I take it you sorted things with Joey last night,”

“Yeah,” Pacey smiled, searching through some paperwork on the coffee table. “The art of actions speaking louder than words,”

“Yeah; we heard,”

“Well Pacey does know how to please his woman,” he chuckled, finding the paper he was looking for and dialling a number.

“I look at those two and I’m not too sure who has the highest mental age,” Jen laughed walking into the house with Joey, watching Pacey ahead of them playing with Amy as he took her in the house.

“Well one of them is fairly advanced for their age,” she answered. “And one is my fiancée,”

“He’s so sweet with her; I just want to pick him up and put him in my pocket,” Jen smiled. “Hey if you two get divorced can I have him?”

“We’re not married yet; don’t divorce us off!” she complained, slapping her side

“But he’s so cute with her! And he has a nice ass,”

“Hey! That’s the man I’m going to marry!”

“And you should be happy; he has a great ass!”

“Just keep your hands off my husbands’ ass,” she warned as they walked in the door and sat on the couch whilst Pacey and Amy sat on the floor. “Aww look at the children Play,”

“They’re so sweet at that age,”

“Sweetie do you want coffee or juice?” Joey asked in a baby voice, ruffling Pacey’s hair as she squatted beside him.

“I’ll take a coffe mommy,” he answered in a small tone, laughing when she rolled her eyes and walked away.

“So!” Jen said excitedly, sitting beside him and pulling Amy onto her lap. “Me and Amy want to know something,”

“What’s that?”

“How broody are you?”

“Don’t ask me questions like that,” he complained, lifting himself up from the floor and sitting on the couch.


“Because me and Joey haven’t had that conversation yet and if I haven’t discussed it with her I ain’t gonna be discussing it with you,”

“You’re getting married in two weeks and you haven’t discussed the b-word?” she asked shaking her head. “That’s insane!”

“No -- it’s the Joey way. We don’t talk about something until we’re ready for it to happen,”

“What’s the point in that?”

“Harmonious living! Do you even realise how much we fight?”

“Good point,” Jen said, sitting on the couch with Amy as Pacey’s phone rang.

“I gotta get this,”

“So!” Jen said as Joey sat down “Pacey just said he wants kids,”

“He did not say that,”

“He just did,”

“Did he actually say it or are you just pretending he said it to measure my reaction?” Joey asked, staring her friend in the eyes.

“Fine. I just think he’d be a great father, don’t you think?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you butt into people business alot

“I just do it because I care,” Jen defended. “So, answer the question,”

“Of course I want kids and of course he would be a great father… but look at him,” Joey sighed pointing to him as he took the call. “It’s a Saturday and he’s taking a work call – he’s too busy to have kids,”

“How do you know he’s taking a work call?”

“He’s always taking a work call,”

“What about you?” Jen questioned, handing her Amy. “Don’t you want a little Pacey or a little Joey?”

“Of course I do, but I’m the woman I’m meant to,”

“How do you know where you stand if you never talk about it?”

“We know each other so well that we don’t need to talk about it; he’s too busy and I couldn’t cope with him stressed-out so much,”

“Hey!” Pacey said sitting down beside Joey. “That was the agent,”

“What did she want?”

“Well she rang to confirm that the offer is officially withdrawn from the house…”

“Thank god!” Joey sighed, drinking her coffee. “Now I can sleep at night,”

“And to ask us if we want to go and see a different one this afternoon,” he continued.

“In the budget?” she asked.

“Not strictly-- no,”

“No way, Nah-uh, not going to happen!” Joey said, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

“Come on!” Pacey groaned, following her and shutting the door. “It’s not far off the mark,”

“We agreed on six eight,”

“It’s only six nine and the agent is pretty sure we can knock it down to six eight and a half!”

“Pacey—we agreed on a budget and we are going to stick to a budget,”

“I work my ass off Joey!” He told her, turning her around to face him. “I work five days a week with guys I can’t stand; I suck up to people that I don’t even like and I do it for us!”

“I never asked you to do that Pacey; that was all you”

“But I do it because I want us to have a nice life together; I want us to retire early and have all the good things – the best things. A good house in a nice neighbourhood; nice vacations in wonderful places,”

“I don’t care about any of that stuff,”

“But I do; I care and I want to give our kids more than we ever had,”

“That wouldn’t take much Pacey; your father is an abusive, uncaring raging alcoholic and mine is a professional drug-dealer – I’m guessing we can do better than that for our kids,”

“What’s wrong with wanting to give them everything?” He asked. “What’s wrong with wanting to give you everything?”

“Nothing is wrong with that,” Joey sighed, walking up to him and putting her arms around him. “I love that you want the best for us and for whatever family we may end up having but we don’t need everything right now,”

“Why not start off in a house we never have to move from?”

“Because we can’t afford it,”

“It’s not that far ff the budget and I’m expecting a commission soon that would pay off any shortfall,”

“But I don’t want a shortfall in the first place,” she told him, sighing heavily. “I don’t want to rely on money we don’t have yet Pace,”

“If the money doesn’t come then I’m just going to have to work a little longer and a little harder but it’ll all be okay,” he promised, placing his hands on her face. “Everything will work out fine,”

“I don’t want you to work any longer or any harder Pacey. I want you to be here, not at work. I don’t want us to have to work harder than we have to so that we can pay some astronomical mortgage,”

“It won’t be astronomical,”

“It won’t be small,” she fought back.

“It’s well within our reach now and if we can afford it now we can afford it in thirty years with no problems,”

“You don’t know that; Pacey you might be one hell of a great stock-broker but even you cant tell me what the future will bring. You don’t know what the market will be like in thirty years,”

“Just come and see the house,” he asked. “If we fall in love with it we can haggle and see what we can do,”

“Fine,” She sighed, smiling when he hugged her tightly. “But I get final say!”

“Looking after Amy is a doddle!” Pacey sighed, putting his arm around Joey as they sat on the couch in the quiet evening. “You put her down and she goes to sleep,”

“Yeah and I’m sure parenting is that easy full-time,” She chuckled as she snuggled into his chest. “You just put them down and they sleep; no trauma, no trouble, no effort,”

“I’m not saying that; I’m just saying we can handle this,”

“Babysitting?” Joey asked. “Pacey we’ve been babysitting since we were fifteen… don’t you remember Alexander?”

“I’m not really talking about babysitting,”

“Oh my god we’re having the talk aren’t we?” She asked straightening herself up and looking at him. “We’re talking about whether we want kids of not,”

“Well I just think it’s a good idea to talk about this before we get married,”

“Jen put you up to this didn’t she?” Joey asked, accusing him with her eyes. “She told you I want kids and now you’re just having this talk with me to talk me out of it for a while,”

“Why would I talk you out of it?”

“Because you’re too busy,”

“What?” Pacey questioned moving closer to her. “I’m not too busy,”

“Sure you are,” Joey sighed. “You’re too busy to come home and deal with the endless crying and the diapers and the temporary lack of sex due to the perma-contraceptive screaming their lungs out in the next room. That’s not even hitting on the subject of interrupted sleep patterns, doctors visits and the trauma that will be finding a school and making them do their homework,”

“Maybe that’s what you think about it,”

“It’s not what I think it’s what you think,”

“I do not think that!”

“You don’t?”

“No!” he laughed. “Why would I think that?”

“You’re a guy; all guys think that,”

“If I didn’t want kids do you honestly think I would worry about getting the perfect house that suits a family?”

“I guess not,”

“And do you think a guy that doesn’t want kids would set up a college fund?”

“You set up a college fund?”

“That little savings account I set up,” he explained. “I told you,”

“I thought that was a holiday-home fund,”

“It started that way,”

“You really want kids with me?” Joey asked a little coyly, crawling onto his lap and playing with his collar. “All the diapers and stress of no-neck monsters?”

“Yes,” he smiled. “I can’t wait to have a million little screaming brats with you hney,”


“Very soon,”

“Soon as in when?” She asked, kissing his Jaw. “Like… This year, next year or in five years?”

“Well that’s really not my decision,” he told her. “After all it is your body that gets fat and swollen… not to mention the excruciating pain of childbirth,”

“You’re involved too,”

“What do I do?” he asked. “Put in a bit of time planting my seed then waiting nine months?”

“No. There’s the supporting me and putting up with my mood swings and…”

“You mean you don’t already get mood swings?” he asked only to be hit with a nearby pillow. “This is you without mood swings? I’m not sure if I like the sound of that,”

“You’re such a pig!”

“But you love me,” he reminded her, taking the pillow from her hand and throwing it way across the room.

“For my sins,” she whispered capturing his mouth in a soft kiss as he pulled her down on the couch.

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