This is my first fanfic.... Plz review if you want me to continue... I got some "things" up my sleave!

**flashbacks italicized

Disclaimer: I own nothing! nada!

Chapter 1

It was a clear morning in New York and the sunrays made their way through the glass door that led to a small terrace. He lay in bed with his eyes still closed while stroking the empty spot next to him. He slowly got up looking for any clothing article within an arm's length. He found his boxers and began making his way towards the bathroom. He stopped halfway to contemplate someone fiercely rummaging through the kitchen; loose honey curls hanging from her shoulders, engulfed by his large button-down shirt with most of her legs and face covered by honeydew colored paint. He continued towards and bathroom to find his own face and hair also covered with paint.

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"It's green!" he said.

"No, it's honeydew," she replied affectionately.

"There is no difference…. Why did we choosing green?" he said with a smirk.

"Honeydew! Because it is a neutral color… we can also go with saffron."

"You mean yellow?"

He picked up two containers of honeydew paint as he kissed her forehead and placed it in the cart. She held out her hand and grabbed his with a small squeeze. They walked hand in hand making their way to the cashier.

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After washing his face he made his way to the kitchen grabbing a worn gray t-shirt from the closet. He stumbled among some boxes that were stacked by the walls of the hallway. One particular box collapsed letting a sea of shoes reach as far as the carpet went and stopped were the kitchen started.

"Hey!" Pam looked up and saw Jim clumsily making his way to the kitchen. She smiled.

"Hi," he said as he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "You have too many shoes," he continued as he bent down to pick them up.

"No I don't," she said helping him. "I was actually thinking of getting a pair of crocs this weekend."

"Crocs? Those things are ugly Beesley."

"They are so not! They are very comfortable for someone in my situation," Pam said as she sheepishly looked down at her small bump.

Jim kneeled down and kissed her belly. "Wow! This wasn't here last night!" Jim said surprised as to how much her belly was showing through his already large shirt.

"It's getting big, isn't it?" she said unable to hide a huge smile on her face.

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It was their last night in Scranton and Michael decided to take Jim and Pam and the entire office for a good-bye party at the local fair. Pam already had her good-bye party five months before when she left to work at the local fine arts museum. Her job was simple and required that she learned about various art exhibits to share with incoming visitors. "Perfect!"She thought. After seeing her sketches, he boss introduced her to some friends in the graphic design industry that were willing to offer her an internship. The timing of Jim's promotion was nothing short than perfect. Jim was offered a job as a chief regional director of sales working directly under Wallace in New York. He had hesitated, but it was a good offer and it gave Pam a chance to take the internship. They were leaving first thing in the morning.

" Uh… cotton candy!" she said in a pleading tone.

"Of course! Who goes to a fair and not eat cotton candy and candy apples!" He said pulling on her hand.

"Angela! She looks depressed."

"It's because you have to be this tall," he indicated with his hand, "to go on the rides!"

"Oh suck it Halpert!"

They walked together, his arm on her shoulders and hers around his waist. And after many candy-apples, popcorn, and milkshakes they decided to call it a night. They said their good-byes and heard Michael sing a parody song to Randy Newman's "You got a friend in me." They drove home and decided to go straight to bed to renew their energies for the long day ahead.

Jim woke up in the middle of the night by a dim light coming from the bathroom. He looked over to his left and Pam was not there. He looked over to the lonely clock on the night stand, 4:37 am. He quickly stood up and made his way towards the light.

"Pam?" She could sense the worry in his voice.

"Here!" it barely made it out before the contents of her stomach came rushing out.

"Oh Pam…" he said holding her hair. "Are you ok?"

"I think I may have had too many candy-apples and that…was the last of it."

Grabbing a hair clip from the top of the sink he pinned her wild curls down. He knelt next to her giving a soft kiss on her cheek. He then scooped her up and made his way to the kitchen. He sat her down on the counter touching her forehead.

"No fever… but I'm still going to make you some tea," He said taking her hands and kissing them.

"I love you," she whispered.

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They sat eating breakfast outside on the patio. The city skyline could be clearly seen from where they were. Pam had started her internship three days after they had moved. She was also re-taking her computer class back at the Pratt-Institute of Art. The internship went from Monday through Thursday and her class was on Friday mornings. Today was Jim's first day at the corporate office. Wallace would be introducing him to the company as the chief regional director of sales. He made it sound like it was no big deal, but Pam new that he was very excited about it. She hadn't seen that tinkle in his eyes since the Office Olympics back in Scranton.

They had spent the last two weeks settling in the new apartment. It was the perfect apartment and it occupied the entire third floor. It had wood floors, a large eat-in-kitchen, one and a half bathrooms, two bedrooms, living room, and a terrace outside the master bedroom. Jim was able to sell their house back in Scranton and use the money as a down payment for the apartment.

"Alright, I'm off… Don't want to be late on my first day!" He got up and kissed her long enough to send chills down her spine.

"Ok...uhm….yeah…me too!" She said blushing from head to toe.

"Has the paint come off of it, you think?" He said holding a cup with green water inside.

"It should have."

He drained the water on the sink revealing something shiny at the bottom. He reached for it wiping the water off before putting it on his left ring finger. "Good as new!" He exclaims.

"You don't want to leave the house without that," she said looking at her toes before grinning at him.

"Is that a threat Beesley?"

"No, just a suggestion… I don't want receptionists hitting on my husband," she said sheepishly putting her arms around his neck and pulling him for a soft kiss. They continued to kiss with increasing intensity. His hand let go off his messenger bag finding its way around her waist. Soon enough he scooped her up and starting heading down the hall, never breaking their kiss.

"You are going to be late!" She said loosening his tie.

"You too!"

"My class is not till eleven," she said now removing his belt.

"And your point is?" He said with a smile.

Plz review... I will continue... a little angst is on the way...