A/N - Ok, this is my first JAM fic... so keep that in mind. I am in a fluffy place this week, and I am pregnant myself, so this little gem popped into my mind... let's follow PB&J on their journey into parenthood...shall we? Reviews are always awesome... even if you don't like it, constructive criticism is helpful!

Disclaimer - These characters are property of much richer people...

Jim pulled the quilt over his eyes as the morning sun broke through the clouds.

'Ugh...why do I always forget to shut those damn blinds?' He muttered to himself before rolling out of bed.

He was twisting the blinds closed when his eyes focused and spotted the little blue car in his driveway.

"Pam?" He stopped and peered down into her car, she wasn't in the driver's seat. He glanced at the clock, it was 7am. "Isn't she supposed to be spending the weekend at her mother's?" Jim shook his head and jogged out of his room and down the stairs. He opened the front door and let out a startled gasp as Pam stood before him, just staring at the ground.

"Honey why didn't you knock?" Jim stared at her. She didn't look up at him; she stared silently at her feet. "Or you could have used the key... you should get used to that, seeing as you're moving in next week." Jim tried to lighten up the mood, but Pam continued to stare at her feet.

"Pam?"

Nothing.

"Pam you're scaring me... Say something."

"I'm late." She whispered. "Really late."

"For what? The rooster's crow? It's only seven in the morning."

"No Jim..." She trailed off as she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Honey...what's going on? I thought you were spending the entire weekend with your mom." Jim reached out and cupped her face in his hands.

"I drove home...I can't do this alone, and mom said I need to find out..." She broke into sobs and buried her face in Jim's chest with such force he wobbled to regain his balance.

"Pam, what's wrong sweetheart?" Jim wrapped her in his arms and she looked up, her eyes red and puffy.

"I'm late." She muttered her sobs making her voice shake.

"Oh!" Jim could almost feel a light bulb going off above his head. "Oh..." He whispered.

"I got up at three this morning and told my mom I had to come back, I left about four..." Pam sighed wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"How long have you been standing here?" Jim asked, pulling back to take a good look at her face.

"Forty five minutes I guess." She sniffled loudly and Jim ushered her inside and fetched a box of Kleenex off the coffee table.

"Oh honey...why didn't you come in?" Jim wrinkled his brow at her as she took a tissue.

"I got to the door and I was about to use my key... and I just started thinking... I sort of panicked..."

"Oh honey, why?" Jim pulled her into a hug and walked her over to the couch.

"I don't know..." Pam sighed heavily as she sat next to him on the couch. She had an overwhelming urge to pull herself into his lap, but she stopped and tried to get herself together before she started speaking again.

"I started thinking about a million things all at once; it was like my brain was overloaded." She sighed again. "I starting thinking about having to tell you, then having to take the test, and then I started wondering what we would do if it was positive... I wondered what would happen to us, I didn't want you to get angry...I can't raise a baby alone." She stopped and covered her eyes, sobs escaped from her throat.

"Hey, we'll take this one step at a time ok?" Jim pulled her into his lap. She laid her head on his chest and sighed, he always knew just what to do. "Why don't I go upstairs, put on some real pants..." He smiled as she fingered his flannel pajama bottoms. "And we can go to the drug store. Once we know for sure, we'll take it from there ok?"

"Ok." Pam whispered, sniffling a little.

"Hey..." Jim cupped her face and tilted her gaze to his. "No matter what it says...we are in this together."

Pam smiled, she couldn't help it. She had to remind herself Jim was not Roy, and she didn't need to be so afraid. She felt silly for even worrying about Jim's reaction. He was always there for her.

"Ok up we go." Jim stood up with Pam in his arms; he twirled around and laid her on the couch. "I will be down in two shakes, and we'll head out... I needed toilet paper anyway." He winked and headed up the stairs.

Pam laughed to herself as she watched him go. Leave it to Jim to make her feel better with just a few words and a smile.

Jim held Pam's hand as they marched down aisle eight of the drug store, a pack of toilet paper tucked under his arm.

"Ok...there are way too many choices..." Pam sighed as she eyed up all the brightly colored boxes that lined the shelves. She glanced over at Jim who was holding a bright pink box.

"My brother's wife told me this was the one she used she found out she was pregnant with my niece..." He shrugged.

"You've talked about pregnancy tests with your sister in-law?" Pam giggled.

"The doctors told her she would have a lot of trouble with conceiving. She was so excited when she found out she was having Savannah, she told everyone... everything." Jim smiled. "Let's get two...just in case." He squeezed her hand as he grabbed another box and led her down the aisle, grabbing a giant chocolate bar on the way to the register.

"Hungry Halpert?" Pam teased. "That's a whole pound of chocolate..."

"I figure either way...we may need chocolate later." He grinned as he handed the cashier his card.

"Way to think ahead." Pam smiled.

"Why thank you..." Jim smiled as he grabbed the bag and slid his card back into his wallet. "I'm glad you're feeling better." His voice softened as he grabbed her hand and they walked out to the car.

"Ok...apparently I just pee on the end part here and then we have to wait two minutes..." Pam sighed as she tossed the box into the trash.

"Ok, I'm going to leave you alone for that first part...but let me back in for the second part." Jim smiled as he walked out and shut the bathroom door.

Jim stood just outside the door and crossed his arms over his chest. He'd been so busy trying to calm Pam, he hadn't really thought about he felt about all of this.

"Well, if it's positive... It'll be fine. She's moving in, we have the extra bedroom, we can buy a bigger house down the line, one with a bigger backyard, and we've both said we wanted kids... we'll be just fine..." Jim thought to himself. He felt a twinge of nervousness in his stomach. "No matter what the situation, waiting to hear if you're going to be a father is still kind of nerve wracking." He smiled to himself.

"Okay." Pam flung open the door seconds after Jim heard a flush.

"Aren't you going to wash your hands Beez? That kind of gross."

"Shut it Halpert." Pam smiled as she pumped soap into her hands.

Jim smiled back at her and turned to see the test teetering on the tub.

"Ok. You put it on the tub?" Jim joked as she dried her hands.

"Oh I put the cap back on it!" Pam playfully hit him with the towel. "Besides I had other things on my mind..."

Jim grabbed the towel as Pam was going to hit him again; he pulled it and brought her into his arms. As he wrapped his arms around her he sighed.

"This is like, a huge deal." He whispered.

"I know..." Pam whispered into his chest. "Will you be mad..."

Jim cut her off. "No matter what that thing says, I will not be mad. I promise, no matter how many times you pee on a stick, I will never be mad."

"No matter how many times I pee on a stick... I'm writing that down." Pam giggled.

"Hey, I'm nobody's poet." Jim laughed as he kissed the top of her head. "How long do you think it's been?"

"I don't know...like a minute." Pam turned and they were both staring at the test.

"Can we peek?"

"I don't think there are official peeing on a stick rules." Pam laughed.

"Let's peek." Jim walked over and picked up the test, Pam hesitated.

"What?" Jim looked up at her.

"You look... I can't... I feel like I might throw up." Pam rubbed her temples.

"Well, that may be your morning sickness... mommy." Jim smiled his trademark grin.

"Shut up." Pam deadpanned.

"I will not. And I don't think it's nice to treat the father of your child that way." Jim smiled and handed her the test.

"Oh...my...god." Pam stared at the two blue lines. "I... we... we are..."

"We are going to have a baby." Jim smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"I...wow..." Pam shook her head.

"What's the matter?" Jim pulled back and stared at her.

"I feel kind of... excited." Pam smiled.

"Good." Jim laughed. "Because I do too."

"How crazy is this??" Pam pulled back and her grin went from ear to ear.

"Very crazy." Jim laughed.

"We have to call our parents..." Pam jumped up and down a little. "I have to make a doctor's appointment, we have to... Oh god."

"What?" Jim's smiled faded.

"We have to tell Michael." Pam scrunched up her nose.

"Let's not tell him quite yet..." Jim laughed. "Let's enjoy this for ourselves for a little while shall we?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Pam laughed.

Pam sat on the bed, waiting for Jim to get back. She fiddled with the cell phone in her hands.

"Hey..." Jim smiled as he came in, sitting next to her.

"Ok...are we ready for this?" Pam smiled.

"I'm as ready as I will ever be." Jim smiled back and leaned forward, kissing Pam on the nose.

"Ok, here we go." Pam flipped opened her phone and dialed the number. She clicked up the volume and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Mom, its me... actually it's me and Jim."

"No way!"

Pam jumped as her mother screamed.

"My baby is going to have a baby!!!"

"How did you know??" Pam laughed.

"If you and Jim are calling...it could only mean one thing."

"I take it you're excited?" Pam laughed.

"Of course sweetheart, my first grandchild! I couldn't be happier for you both."

"Thanks Mrs. Beesly." Jim leaned forward.

"Alright Jimmy, you just make sure she doesn't carry anything heavy next week when you move her into your house."

"I will take very good care of her." Jim smiled.

"Good."

"Hey mom, we still have to call Jim's parents, I just wanted you to know. I will call you later tonight ok?"

"Ok honey, be sure you get lots of rest and drink lots of fluid."

"I will mom." Pam smiled as they said their goodbyes.

"Ok, that went well." Jim smiled.

"Do you think it will go well with your parents?" Pam asked as she clicked the phone shut.

"There is only one way to find out." Jim waved his cell phone at her.

"Let's do this." Pam smiled as Jim dialed the number and clicked his speaker phone on.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad! It's your favorite son!"

"Jimmy my boy! What are you doing up before nine on a Sunday?"

"Actually Pam is here too dad, is mom around? We have some news."

"Larissa!! Pick up the phone its Jim and Pam...and they have news..."

Fear flared in Pam's eyes, Jim's eyes grew larger when he realized his father was thinking they were calling to announce their engagement.

"Jimmy!" Jim's mom's voice brought them both back into the present.

"Hey mom... I know what you guys are thinking...but Pam and I aren't engaged...yet." Jim winked at Pam. "That news should be coming shortly.

"Jimmy! Don't give away the surprise!" His mother scolded.

"Mom...Dad..." Jim took a deep breath in. "Pam and I are pregnant. Well, actually, just Pam is pregnant, but I'm 97 percent sure I'm the father.

"Jim!" Pam grunted and playfully punched his arm.

"You're going to have a baby?" Larissa's voice was quiet.

"Yeah, we just found out. Pam has a doctor's appointment later this week; we'll know the due date then." Jim grew serious.

"Well, congratulations." Jim's dad chimed in. "You are going to be a great father; you do so well with Savannah."

"Thanks Dad, we're excited."

"My baby boy is going to be a father..." Larissa sniffled. "I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks Mom, that really means a lot." Jim winked at a relieved Pam.

"Jimmy?"

"Yes Mom?"

"Put a ringer on her finger would ya?"

"I was planning on it." Jim smiled into the phone.

"Ok, well, I'm going to call your Grandma. She will be so excited. Have you called Jon?"

"He's next on the list." Jim reached out and grabbed Pam's hand.

"Well, you call me when you get a due date! We can plan a nice dinner together then."

"I will mom."

"Jim, you take of her now." Jim's Dad added. "She has some precious cargo there."

"I always take good of her." Jim smiled at Pam.

"You kids have a good day now... we love you."

"We love you too." Jim smiled and clicked the phone shut.

"This is like... surreal." Pam laughed.

"Ok, let's call Jon, and then I'm taking you to breakfast." Jim smiled and flipped his phone open again.

"Hello?"

"Jon! It's Jim!"

"Jimbo! What are you doing up before nine on a Sunday?"

"You sound like Dad." Jim laughed.

"Well you are the family slacker."

"Hey be nice." Jim laughed. "Hey, I got Pam here with me, and we just wanted to call to let you know you are going to be an uncle."

"Is this a joke?"

"Ummmm...no."

"Little Jimmy is going to be a Dad??"

"Yes sir."

"MELISSA!!!!!! Jim knocked Pam up!!!!!!!"

"Wow...very lovingly put there Jon." Jim shook his head.

"What???" An excited voice came from the background.

"Jim and Pam are having a baby!"

"OH MY GOD!!!" Melissa shouted. "Congratulations!"

"Tell her thank you." Pam leaned forward.

"Congrats Pam... let's just hope it's a girl, the world can only handle one Jim Halpert."

"Oh, I wouldn't name my son Jim, I'm only 97 percent sure Halpert here knocked me up." Pam winked at Jim.

"I've always liked you Pam." Jon laughed.

"Hey, we're gonna go get some breakfast; you give my niece a kiss for me will ya?" Jim stuck his tongue out at Pam.

"I will. Congratulations you guys. Feel free to borrow Savvy anytime, it will be good practice."

"We might take you up on that. Talk to you guys later. Bye."

"Bye Jimbo."

Jim reached over and pulled Pam into a long kiss.

"What was that for?" Pam smiled as Jim touched his forehead to hers.

"I don't know if it's possible... but I love you even more."

"Is it 'cuz you knocked me up?" Pam teased.

"Yup." Jim laughed and kissed her again.