Jim put the last of his and Pam's folded laundry in a basket and moved to carry it to their room, stopping in front of their master bedroom's bathroom after putting the bin on their bed. Faintly, he heard Pam's voice, and after a moment, he was able to hear the words spilling from her mouth.

"And we'll never be Royals,

It don't run in our blood.

That kind of luxe just ain't for us,

We crave a different kind of buzz.

Let me be your ruler,

You can call me Queen Bee.

And baby I'll rule;

Let me live that fantasy."

Jim smiled. Pam, as a rule, didn't sing. He'd never even heard her sing "Happy Birthday," she just hummed along, if that. Her voice was soft and high pitched and moved from key to key like a child set loose on a playground, but Jim loved it just the same. It seemed so silly to him that she would try so hard to hide this from him. Sure, her voice wasn't exactly pleasing to the ear, but neither was his. He knew that Pam trusted him completely, but he still felt excited to be privy to this private part of Pam that made him fall a little bit more in love with her, as if that was even possible. He focused back on her when he heard the water of the shower stop running, making her voice a bit louder.

"We're bigger than we ever dreamed

And I'm in love with being Queen."

Jim smirked to himself. He could be the king to Pam's queen. Even if they only ruled over a couple of desks in the kingdom of Dunder-Mifflin Scranton. Suddenly, Pam opened the door, hitting him in the side.

"Oh, Sorry babe! Why were you just standing there. If you wanted to join me you could've just come in." Pam smirked, kissing his cheek, her wet hair landing on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to disturb you," Jim answered, placing a hand on her hip.

"Disturb me?" Pam asked. After a moment, it hit her. "Halpert, were you listening to me?"

"Maybe," he smirked devilishly.

"Jim!" She protested.

"What?" he feigned innocence.

"If I had known you were listening, I wouldn't have been singing."

"Exactly!" he smirked, knowing she wasn't really mad.

"You're a creep!" She laughed.

"But you love me." He shot back.

"Can't argue with that one." She admitted, softening.

"And for the record, I liked it," Jim said, pulling Pam into an embrace.

"Good, you're required to like it."

"Plus, I can't do this to Lorde," Jim smirked, kissing Pam's neck.

"Jim, that's gross, she's like, 16."

"Good thing I picked you, then."

"Good thing," she agreed.