A/N: So I haven't written for the fandom in forever, but the recent episodes and the thoughts of the baby are getting to me. Just a tiny oneshot, inspired by my mom's story of when they brought their firstborn home. Of course, I made it way more jammy. Enjoy!


Rosy cheeks, pink lips, auburn hair, blue eyes. A swirl of color amidst the softness of the yellow blankets.

"So..." Pam said, while yawning, causing her voice and pronunciation of the word to become distorted.

Jim nodded slowly, still looking at Grace. "So."

She chuckled lightly to herself, still in awe. Of everything, really. "So they let us take her home?"

Jim, for the first time in the past two minutes, looked up from the sleeping infant. "Yeah. Um, I guess."

"And we have to... take care of her?"

He paused, as if actually pondering this, then sighed. "I guess. I mean, they trust us to not mess up this kid."

She swallowed, then smiled. "Well, we can mess her up all we want. It's the whole feeding thing they trust us about."

His laugh, albeit quiet, could have been heard across the world. "Right. Good point."

"But, God. I mean, it's like they sent us home with a bomb, and no instructions on how to disarm it."

He raised an eyebrow, then leaned in towards the baby. "That's you, little Gracie. Mommy's little bomb."

She gave him a look. "Oh, don't make fun of me, you know I'm scared."

"Boom."

"Jim!" she yelled, in a hushed whisper, "stop teasing me! What if I mess this up?"

"She just exploded, Pam."

"Ji-im."

"Okay, okay. And for the record, I'm scared too."

She leaned across the bassinet, kissing the top of his nose, then angled down to kiss Grace on the nose.

"This is so freaking cool," he murmured, watching the two of them.

"I know. Epic, actually."


End Notes: Reviews are appreciated. Is it just me, or are people reviewing way less on this page then they used to? I checked out how many reviews some stories are getting, and... well, that's awfully unkind of you guys.