It's perfect. The terrace, the beach, the art place is only like a half hour away, and the distance from Scranton is like ten hours! Finally! I've been waiting forever to get out of there! His thoughts filled with the idea of making prank calls to Dwight from the little beach side house in North Carolina. The house was just beautiful. The view was spectacular. Even better than the one from his old desk in Stamford. And when he looked at this view, he wouldn't be pining for Pam. She would be there with him. He could see them living there together. Now was the perfect time. The ring was on her finger, the ceremony was on Saturday, and the honeymoon ended a week from Sunday. The day after they got back, he would get her in the car and drive here. The ten hours in the car would be sucky, but he wanted it to be a total surprise. Maybe he would even bring a blindfold. He still had some research to do. He had to make sure the art place-thingy had an job opening. He knew there was a Dunder Mifflin branch somewhere around here, but that wouldn't matter. Once he found a real job, or at least one he really wanted, he would leave that place. Selling paper wasn't the right thing for him. He took one last walkthrough of the house. Two floors, three bathrooms, a terrace upstairs, of course, and three bedrooms. Yikes. That was a little intimidating. Maybe they would have one kid, and make the others into guest rooms. Maybe they wanted three kids though. They had decided to maybe just have one, and see if they could handle another. They were really going to start a family together. He never thought this day would come. It was hard to believe that just three years ago…
…she had been engaged to that slime-ball Roy. Yikes. What was she thinking? Why was she thinking about this now anyway? She looked over at the kitchen timer. Two minutes left. Think of something else, Pam. Think of puppies, and ponies, and Jim. Where the heck is he anyway? She wished he could be with her for this. But what if it didn't turn out as planned? He would be disappointed. Another glance at the clock revealed one more minute. Sixty seconds Pam… you can make it. Oh, what the heck. It'll probably take me sixty seconds to find the thing anyway. Why did I leave it in the bathroom? She got up and walked towards the bathroom door, slowly turning the knob, gently opening the door, walking across the tiles, there it was… she took a deep breath and picked up the…
…pen. He didn't need to think about this anymore. He knew she would love it. He signed the papers and handed them back to the realtor. Wow, this is really big. Should I call her and tell her? Maybe I shouldn't have done this without…
…him. Oh my gosh. I can't flip it over. What if it's negative? What if it's positive? What if I'm a bad mother, and it loves Jim more than me? Just do it Pam, just get it over with. She carefully turned over the little white object, and saw…
…that she had called four times today. Wow, maybe this wasn't a great idea. He pushed number one and held it, and it automatically called her home phone. It rang two…
…lines? Two lines? What did that mean? She flipped over the box. Oh my god! I'm pregnant! The phone startled her. She let it ring twice before she saw Jim's name appear on the caller I.D. "Hello?"
"Pam! What's going on? You called four times!"
"Oh nothing, just wondering where you were." She had decided not to tell him just yet. She was definitely pregnant. The test was still in her hand. Two solid lines. But she wasn't ready to tell him yet. Maybe after the wedding she'd tell him.
"Oh, I'm, uh, still with my brother. My plane's not until tomorrow." He wasn't going to give away anything about his location. He had asked his brother to tell Pam, if she asked, that he had stayed an extra night with him. He felt bad about lying to her, but he'd tell her eventually.
"Right, sorry I forgot. Anyway, I, um, yeah, that's all. See you soon!" She held her breath. Lying to him was always so hard.
"Alright, see you tomorrow Pam." They hung up. He let out a breath. Lying to her was always so stinking hard. She'll find out soon enough, he thought.
The call was over. When should I tell him? Not during the honeymoon, that would be weird. Not before the wedding, that would be weird too. She sighed deeply. He'll find out soon enough, she thought.