A/N: Well, here's the final chapter. I hope you guys have enjoyed this little journey! Reviews are appreciated!


After dinner, Jim led Pam back in the direction of the carriage where Dave was already waiting. He helped Pam up into the seat and they headed toward their next stop. The dinner crowd was starting to congest the city so the ride took much longer this time. They finally stopped at a little park that ran along the length of the harbor. Once they were out of the carriage, Jim took Pam's hand and led her down the path that ran alongside the water.

"This is amazing," Pam sighed, snuggling closer to Jim as they walked.

"Just wait," he answered. "It gets better!"

They continued along the path until they reached an area with a long stone staircase, leading up to the bridge that extended out over the water. Once they reached the top of the stairs, they set off across the bridge. The first half of the bridge arched up slightly, making the walk a little more difficult. However, the gasp of amazement from Pam once they reached the highest point of the bridge made it all worthwhile. The view of the city skyline was absolutely breathtaking from this spot. Jim had discovered it on accident while taking a walk one night after a visit to corporate. He knew Pam would love it. As they stood there admiring the view, Pam leaned back against Jim's chest and he slipped his hands around her waist, gently kissing the top of her head before setting his chin on top of it.

"I wish I had my sketchbook!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "This is beautiful."

"Very beautiful," Jim whispered, looking directly at her as he said it. Gently, Jim grabbed her shoulders and turned her away from the skyline so she was facing him completely. As he gazed into her beautiful face, he knew that this was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Pam," he began as he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket.

Pam's eyes began to widen and he could see the tears springing to her eyes. Slowly, he sank down to one knee. "Pam Beesly," he repeated, "you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this. I love you so …so much! When nothing was going my way, you were the one person that never let me down. Even when we had our rough patches, just seeing you smile could get me through the worst pains of my life. And I promise that if you say yes to what I'm about to ask you, I will spend the rest of my life making that up to you. Pam, will you make me the happiest man on earth and agree to spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?" Jim eased open the box that he held in his hands, searching her face for the answer to his question, all the while trying to keep a rein on his emotions.

"Oh Jim!" Pam squeaked out while trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Jim watched as she took a couple of deep breaths, waiting desperately for her answer.

Finally a beaming smile crossed her face as she gave him the response he was waiting for "Absolutely I will!"

Jim's face instantly broke into an incredibly cheesy grin as he jumped back to his feet and swept her up into a passionate kiss. Once they broke apart, Jim pressed his forehead against Pam's as he slipped the diamond ring onto her left hand. "I love you Beesly," he said, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

Pam snaked her arms around his neck. "That's Halpert to you, buddy!" she whispered before drawing him into another kiss.

Eight months later

"Honey! We're home!" Jim exclaimed as he carried Pam over the threshold of their new home and removed the blindfold he had tied around her head. He had spent the past couple of months making sure this house was perfect and would be ready by their wedding day. Now, seeing Pam standing in the middle of their living room, still in her beautiful white gown, Jim knew that he had succeeded in surprising her.

"Jim! This is amazing! How did you do all of this without me finding out?" Pam exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Well, you had a lot going on with the wedding so while you were getting dress fittings and picking out shoes, I was working on getting the house ready. Come here! I have to show you something!" Jim grabbed Pam's hand and led her up to the second floor of the house, stopping just outside of one of the hallway doors. "Close your eyes."

"Again Jim? Seriously what else could there be?" Pam asked with amazement.

"Just trust me. Now close 'em!"

Pam obediently closed her eyes and allowed Jim to lead her through the door of the room. She felt him let go of her hands and heard what sounded like curtains being drawn.

"Ok, open your eyes," he said.

Pam popped her eyes open and they immediately widened in amazement. In front of her was a sliding glass door that led out to a terrace that was full of every kind of flower imaginable. "Jim! I've always wanted a house with a terrace! How did you know?!?" she exclaimed through tears of joy.

"Well, I was talking to Phyllis one day about how I was going to buy this house and I asked her if she knew of anything I could do to make it more special for you. She said you had mentioned something about a house with a terrace garden once. I figured it was something special to you so I had some friends of mine build this terrace and I got our moms and your sister to help with the garden." Jim nervously stuffed his hands in his pockets as Pam surveyed the area with eager eyes. "So, is it everything you hoped it would be?"

"It's perfect!" Pam whispered through her tears. "You're perfect!We're perfect!"

Jim leaned down and caught her lips with a passionate kiss. "Well, that's not all of the surprises," Jim said with a wink once they broke apart. "I have one more thing to show you. It's in the living room but I don't think you noticed it when we came in."

Jim and Pam walked back down the stairs and made their way back into the living room. "Look over the fireplace," Jim whispered in her ear as he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Jim watched as her gaze caught the framed artwork that hung over the fireplace and could feel her gasp slightly when she recognized it. It was a photo collage from the night he had proposed. With all of the wedding preparations, Pam had never had time to do anything with the photos. In the very middle of the frame was a picture of Jim, down on one knee, holding the ring up to Pam with the New York City skyline behind them. It was truly a beautiful shot and was Pam's favorite. Framing the middle picture were random shots from them at dinner, in the carriage, walking through the city, and more that Pam barely even remembered. As her eyes drifted over the pictures, something on the bottom of the frame caught her eye. She took a couple of steps forward to examine it more closely. Tears sprang to her eyes again as she read the engraving on the bottom of the frame. "My heart, my soul, my mind…My love, my life, my best friend."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Pam smiled up at her new husband, in their new house, starting their new life. "Now, what do you say we get this honeymoon started, Mr. Halpert?" she winked at Jim, running in the direction of their bedroom.

"Whatever you say Mrs. Halpert!" Jim yelled as he took off up the stairs after his new bride.


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