I'm baaaaaa-aaaaack! Sorry it's been so long. School was really tough these last couple of months (regents, student government, etc.) and I've been having other issues. I just found out that I have emerging anorexia (some symptoms, not all) and I've been dealing with trying to gain weight for a couple of weeks. I'm getting treatment and I'm going to be fine, but just try to understand if my rants get moody. I'm working on it.

This is my first fic in MONTHS, and I already have another one in the back of my mind! Keep an eye out!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Office, but I know how to put a stapler in jello and gosh darn it, I'm going to do it before I die!

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Pam couldn't help but smile. Four weeks along, the doctor had said. For four weeks there had been another living thing inside of her, one that might someday have Jim's lopsided smile and maybe, just maybe, a natural knack for pranks. She imagined the day when she would get a call home from a flustered kindergarten teacher about her child's antics.

"Mrs. Halpert, your son put Dwane's toy truck in jello again."

Mrs. Halpert. Your son. Jello. Pam didn't know how she could possibly be angry at a phone call like that. But she would try. It would be her job.

Pam turned to look out the car window. It was the middle of a weekday, and it seemed like the only people on the street were mothers and their young children. A young woman sat on a park bench cradling her infant, wrapped in a pale pink blanket. A slightly older, more frazzled-looking woman held the hand of a toddler as he pulled her towards the toy store. Suddenly, in Pam's mind, she was that woman, and that little boy was her son.

"Mommy, come on! You promised! Come on, Mommy!"

Mommy, thought Pam. A smile broke out over her face. I'm going to be Mommy!

The car stopped short. The seatbelt tightened as Pam lurched forward. Jim threw his arm to his side to protect her. His arm caught her gently, and she righted herself.

"You okay?" said Jim. He looked at her stomach. "Both of you?"

"I'm fine," said Pam. She smiled. "We're fine. But what happened?"

"The car in front of us decided it would be a good idea to leave us with a fraction of a second to stop," said Jim. He looked at Pam. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm better than alright," said Pam. "I'm going to be a mom!"

"I can't believe I'm going to be a dad," said Jim. He smiled. But it was a half-hearted smile.

Jim couldn't help but worry. Four weeks along, the doctor had said. For four weeks, there had been another living thing inside of Pam, one that might someday have Pam's eyes and smile and hair and maybe, just maybe, her drawing talent. A beautiful girl like that was a dream for a man but a nightmare for a father. He imagined the day that his daughter would ask his permission to go on her first date.

"Dad, this guy at school asked me out. He has a nose ring and smokes pot and he might drop out but he's really cool and I really like him!"

Jim didn't know how he could possibly protect his daughter from a boy like that without owning some sort of automated weapon. But he would try. It would be his job.

It was the middle of a weekday, and most people were either at work or at school. But out the corner of his eye, he saw some high school girls sitting on a stoop, lighting up. Suddenly, in his mind, one of them was his daughter.

"My dad'll kill he if he finds out about this."

Dad, he thought. His forehead wrinkled with worry. I'm going to be dad.