"What's that?"
"Yoghurt"
"I know. But its peach flavour"
"Yes Jim, yoghurt come in a range of flavours" Pam rolled her eyes and spooned another lot of creamy yoghurt into her mouth.
"You hate peach"
"Evidently not" she said, smiling and she licked her lips.
"What about mixed berry?"
"I don't feel like mixed berry"
"But you always feel like mixed berry… What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"Jim, you read too much into yoghurt"
"No, seriously Pam. Oh my god, are you cheating on me?"
"What?!"
"Prank, Prank cheating. Oh god, please no. Who is it Pam?"
"Jim…" Pam sighed
"Please not Dwight, if it's Dwight I may just have to shred myself"
"Oh very funny Halpert"
"Seriously though, if I'd known you were so anti-mixed berry at the moment I wouldn't have gotten you this" Jim placed a freshly opened container of mixed berry yoghurt in front of Pam.
"Is that, oh God…" Pam bolted to the ladies.
"Pam? Pam?"
"Just a minute"
"Are you ok?"
"Sure"
"I'm really worried"
"Don't be" She reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
"You've been more quiet than usual, you're being sick. And the thing that is worrying me most is the new found hatred of mixed berry yoghurt. If this is something serious you've got to tell me" Jim looked extremely anxious.
"Ok, follow me" Pam smiled, winking at the camera crew and leading Jim into the empty staff room.
A loud yell erupted out of nowhere, startling the staff of Dunder-Mifflin.
"It's ok! I'm a deputy sheriff!" Dwight ran about, attempting to calm the situation much to the dead pan amusement of his employees, halting as he saw Jim burst out of the staff room with a look of pure joy on his face.
"I'm going to be a dad!"
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