See You in
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"I'm not even going to grace that with a reply,"
"Pacey, we are not naming our son after a lasagna-obsessed cartoon cat,"
"Did you just say 'Digby'?"
"You seriously want to make our son go through life with a name like Digby?"
"Oh, and it'll be such a long life too," Pacey said sarcastically.
"Are you planning to murder my child?"
"If I have a craving for an omlet, and little Digby is the only egg in the fridge, then yes, I would kill him."
"See if I let you have visitation rights,"
"Fine, Jo. You make a suggestion."
"Oh, that's real original,"
"What's wrong with 'James'?"
"Nothing. That's probably why five million other couples named their sons 'James'."
"It commands respect,"
"No, Jo, it commands highwater pants and a pocket protector,"
"James is better than Digby,"
"You're taking this name thing way too seriously,"
"He's our son!" Joey protested.
"He's an egg!" Pacey exclaimed.
Joey glared at her 'husband'. "Why did I ever agree to marry you?"
"You didn't have a choice,"
"Then I'm going to file for divorce,"
"You can't do that! You'll ruin my good name!"
"Pacey, you don't have a good name. It was pretty much tarnished for life when you slept with your English teacher."
"So, you'll make my bad name even worse. And what about poor little Hope and Digby?"
Joey shrugged. "You'd better plan to budget some extra money for therapy in your alimony checks. Divorce can be very hard on children."
"Alimony? You're not getting a dime, lady!"
"We'll see," Joey gave him a deadly stare. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" She then picked up their eggs, turned on her heel, and stomped over to Dawson and Jen.
"Hey, Jo," Dawson said. "Where's Pace?"
"Don't know. Don't care. We're getting a divorce."
Jen raised her eyebrows. "Um, isn't that an automatic forty points off your grade?"
"Is it?" Joey sighed. "I don't know. I can't stand this any longer. He's driving me crazy."
"Why don't you try a trial separation," Dawson suggested.
"What about the kids?" Jen asked.
"Hope and Digby will come with me,"
"Did you just say Digby?" Dawson blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What's wrong with 'Digby'?" Joey found herself defending the name she herself had originally hated.
"Nothing. It's...unique." Dawson said. "I'm just surprised you went for it."
"It was that or Ogden. Or Garfield."
"Well, I know I'll never let Pacey name any of my real children," Jen laughed. "But he does come up with some strange names."
As if on cue, Pacey appeared at Joey's side and exclaimed, "Marmaduke!"
"Marmaduke," he explained. "You didn't like the name Digby, so we'll name our son Marmaduke."
"You know what? You're right. Marmaduke is a great name," Joey said in disbelief. "If our son was a three hundred pound transvestite prostitute with a pimp named Duchess!"
"Oh," Pacey nodded. "So you don't like it?"
"Where would you ever get that idea?"
"Well, I'm perceptive," Pacey sighed. "Jo, come on. I'm sorry, okay?"
"You forgive me? That quick?"
"Did I ever say that?" Joey shook her head. "I simply said the word 'okay'."
"Joey, please. Can't we be a family again?"
"Snap out of it. We're not really married. We don't have kids, we have eggs. Eggs named Hope and Digby, nonetheless."
"The important thing," Mrs. Maslow said gently, coming up behind them. "Is to think of yourselves as a real family. They're not eggs, they're babies."
"That's what I've been trying to tell her," Pacey spoke up, shaking his head sadly. "Josephine just doesn't have the makings of a good wife and mother."
"Well, keep working at it, dear," Mrs. Maslow patted Joey's back.
Joey glared at Pacey. "I will, Mrs. Maslow."
"Good, good. Now, what did you decide to name your second child? I see it's a boy. Congratulations!"
"Thank you," Pacey picked up the egg, and smiled proudly. "His name is Digby."
"Gesundheit," Mrs. Maslow said.
"What? No, the baby's name is Digby."
"Oh," the teacher's eyes widened. "Well, that's...unique."
"It was either that or Marmaduke," Joey told her, giving Pacey a deadly glare. "Pacey has a penchant for horrible names."
"Well," Mrs. Maslow turned to Jen and Dawson. "You two got a daughter, I see. What's her name?"
Dawson opened his mouth to speak, but Jen beat him to it. "Paige."
"No, it's Mary!"
"Dawson, you named the boy, now it's my turn. And I choose Paige!"
Dawson had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming. "In the spirit of compromise," Dawson said gently, "I think you should reconsider your persistence in naming our daughter Paige."
"In the spirit of your health," Jen said, in a fake subdued voice. "I think you should shut your mouth before I shove our son down your throat." Mrs. Maslow gasped. Pacey and Joey exchanged an amused look.
"Jennifer Lindley!" Mrs. Maslow exclaimed, horrified. "Restrain yourself!"
"I apologize, Mrs. Maslow," Jen mocked sweetness. "Sometimes my temper gets away from me. Dawson-" she continuted, turning to him with a glare the teacher couldn't see. "Please forgive me for threatening you like that. It was inexcusable."
"Yeah, sure," Dawson agreed reluctantly. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you. The baby can be named Paige."
"Oh, thank you,"
"Good," Mrs. Maslow looked proud of herself for establishing peace. "Now, let's all try to work together to be good spouses and parents, all right?" She moved on to the next table, where Nellie and Grant Bodine were screaming at each other.
"No!" Nellie cried. "I will not put our kids up for adoption so we can throw keg parties every night!"
"Come on, Nellie," Grant whined.
"Nellie, Grant," Mrs. Maslow shook her head. "I think we need to work at this."
Pacey laughed. "Could they be more perfect for each other?"
"I don't think so," Joey agreed.
They all picked up their backpacks, and random children, when the bell rang.
Jen grabbed Joey's arm, and pulled her away from Pacey and Dawson.
"Jen?" Joey asked. "Are you all right?"
"I'm still mad at Dawson. He's so infuriating!"
"I know how you feel,"
"Think we can kill them and plead justifiable homicide?"
"No jury in their right minds would convict us,"
"I hope not," Jen sighed. "Here's my locker. I'll see you later."
"Bye," Joey continued down the hall to her locker.
She rolled her eyes, having recognized Pacey's voice, and walked faster.
"Hey, Joey!" He caught up with her, and grabbed one of the eggs. "Why didn't you stop? And which kid is this?"
"That's Hope," Joey said slowly, as if speaking to a five-year-old. "See how she's pink? That symbolizes femininity."
"Ahh," Pacey nodded. "So the blue one is Digby?"
"Very good, Pacey. Maybe next week we can move on to the alphabet!" she said sarcastically.
"You're mocking me. I see that."
"Oh, the mental aptitude astounds me,"
"See? There's more of you mocking me. You think I'm stupid, but I'm really catching on."
"You're right, Pace. Where ever did I get the idea that you were an incompetent moron?"
"I don't know," He shook his head. "But you really should check your sources."
Joey sighed, and checked her watch. "Look, as much as I'm truly enjoying this little bonding moment, it's getting a little lengthy. See you later."
"No, no, you're not getting away from me that fast, little lady!" Pacey said.
"You and me's takin' the littluns to the movies tonight."
"Okay, that sentence is so grammatically incorrect that I don't even know where to begin,"
"I know, I know. So how 'bout it, Jo? Go out with me tonight?"
"Pacey," she replied. "No other idea could possibly be less appealing."
"Even the idea of spending a Friday night home with your sister and her screaming baby?"
Joey paused. "All right, you win. Where are we going?"
"The movies. I hear the new Spielberg is great."
"I'm guessing you heard that from our friend Dawson?"
"Of course. He was waiting in line the second tickets were available."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Good question," Pacey shrugged. "Come on, I'll race you to the Rialto."
"All the way to the theater? Are you mad? That's over a mile!"
Pacey raised his eyebrows. "Chicken."
"Oh," a fiercely competitive glow appeared in Joey's eyes. "You're on. Hold on to that egg, Witter, 'cuz I'm about to whip your ass!"
They ran down the street and toward the Rialto, elbowing each other and laughing the entire way.
"Well," Joey said, wrinkling her nose in disgust, as she and Pacey walked out of the theater. "That was bloody."
"You think?" Pacey asked wryly. "I don't know. It seemed like good family fun to me."
"As good as Dumbo?" Joey teased.
"Nothing," he replied seriously. "Is as good as Dumbo."
"Remember the time Mrs. Leery brought us to see that in the theater when they re-released it, and you bawled your eyes out?"
"It's a sad movie," Pacey frowned. "You just don't see the brilliance of it."
"Pace, you amuse me to no end,"
"The feeling's mutual,"
They walked to Joey's house in silence.
"So," Joey said awkwardly, feeling a sense of déjà vu as she remembered the last time Pacey had walked her home, the day of the carnival when he had kissed her. "I'll, uh, pay you back for my ticket."
Pacey shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
"But if you pay, that means it's a date,"
"Yeah," He paused, then smiled. "Let's just call it a man taking his family out for the night."
"Okay," Joey agreed. "Thanks."
"No problem," Pacey looked at her, unsure. "So, I'll see you later?"
"Yeah," Joey nodded. "Pace?"
"I had a great time,"
"Okay," She surprised herself by reaching up and kissing him on the cheek.
Pacey grinned. "Night, wife."
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