Note: Dawson's Creek and all its inhabitants belong to the mind of Kevin Williamson, and the corporations of the WB, and assorted others. I am just taking them out to play. Please don't sue me.

W/N: This is the follow-up to my story "Ever I Loved" ( also works as a standalone. You don't have to read the previous story, although I will love you forever if you do. And especially if you comment/review.

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The Backyard of the B&B, The Wedding Day

As the breeze softly played with their hair and the flowers, everyone turned to look back.

An aisle had been made between the seats, freshly cut grass that smelled like everything new and green.

Standing there, ready to take that long walk to the pavilion, were Amy and Jack.

A bit of stage fright had driven the 3-year-old up into her father's arms. He'd carefully tucked the fluffy white layers of tulle around her and carried her (step-together, step-together) as she trickled rose petals from the basket she held against her chest.

Next came Lily. Her mother and stepfather frantically photographing her as she jauntily followed, making the skirt of her dress swing.

And then, with a swell of music from the quartet, Bessie and Joey stepped out from the door of the Bed and Breakfast.

Pacey felt like he'd been zapped with his brother's taser.

To see her was to realize that this amazing woman really was about to marry him.

Joey was his bride. Pacey Witter's bride.

How off-the-wall surreal was that?

Her wedding dress was a simple column, fitted through the waist. She carried a simple bouquet in her hand. Her hair was twisted up, with a flower over one ear.

She was amazing.

Their arms linked, Joey and Bessie stepped on to the rose petal path and began their slow walk.

Pacey stood next to Doug on the pavilion and watched her approach. Tried to remember how to breathe.

Joey's soft smile grew as their eyes met. A few loose curls of hair on her shoulder caught in the breeze.

He knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.