A:N/ School started so my updates will probably be more on the weekends…here is a little present for all of those you who subscribed and favorited…thank you all D
Dis.: Still don't own The Office…and Jenna Fischer is still being held captive in Rainn's trunk!!
Seven months pregnant, Pamela Beesly continued working at Dunder Mifflin. She was slower than before, her cumbersome stomach getting in the way of sitting comfortably at her desk and she now made more trips to the bathroom than anyone else. But she was still working, needing something to distract from her excitement and anxiety over the babies.
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Hand in hand, Jim and Pam walked into the offices of Dunder Mifflin. Her winter coat was tight around her middle, her stomach stretching the fabric to its limit. A simple knit scarf of pink and blue was wrapped around her neck, a present from her parents on news of the twins.
She had put off telling them to last possible minute, but it was impossible to keep it from them forever, so she summed up some very sparse courage and told them herself. With Jim by her side, of course.
They had not spoken to her for days afterward, angry about not being told sooner, and not being told what was going on with Roy. But she had let them alone, let them come to terms with the
road her life was taking. And at the suggestion of Jim, she even turned off her cell phone for a couple of days.
And in a way, with telling her parents about everything, Pam realized that she was coming to terms.
She was thrilled to be pregnant, thrilled to be engaged to the right man for her, and thrilled to be where she was. But she couldn't help this feeling that it was all messed up, in the wrong order.
That she was secretly terrified of being a mother.
But she had told Jim, last night in fact. She had been holding in her feelings for a while, sure that he wouldn't notice, but unbeknownst to her, he had. And he was relieved when she had finally confessed to him why she had been so quiet lately.
"Jim," Pam whispered softly as the two lay in their shared bed. She didn't know why she had chosen to tell him now, at the three in the morning on a random Tuesday, but she needed to get this off her chest.
"Mmm? Yea babe?" He grumbled in response, his head rising slightly from his pillow. His hair was getting floppier, and his toned chest rose and fell methodically as Pam laid her hand across it, feeling his heartbeat.
"I'm scared." She said quickly, and her tears damped the corner of her pillow case.
"Shh, Pam, it's alright." He said, trying to comfort his heavily pregnant, emotional, seven month pregnant fiancé. "I'm scared too, you know."
"Really?" She sniffled, swiping the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her night shirt. She had taken to sleeping in the Eagles sweet shirt Jim had given her when they found out she was having a boy.
"Of course! Pam, we've never done this before. I'd say we have more than every right to be a little scared." He comforted, pulling her closer to him so that their faces were close enough to see the others eyes.
"I love you Jim Halpert." She whispered, closing her eyes, and kissing him sweetly.
"I love you Pam Beesly." He whispered back, his hold tightening on her.
Both closed their eyes, slowly drifting into dreamland.
Pam felt the weight lift from her shoulders as Jim told her that she was allowed to be scared. He made it okay.
He would make everything alright.
Always.
Hanging up their coats, the two kissed sweetly and separated to go to their respective desks.
Soon Pam had made it over to her desk, settling into the chair, adjusting herself so that she was somewhat comfortable.
"Hey, do you need anything before I get started over here?" Jim asked, as usual, before he made his first sales call of the day. There would be dozens after that, and somewhere in the middle Pam would ask for a bag of chips, mostly to save him from going insane.
"Nope, just a smaller stomach." She teased, popping one of her own jelly beans into her mouth. She had developed a craving for them. She had kidded Jim that she had only kept them around for him, but when her craving kicked in, she was thankful for the bag she kept in her desk drawer.
"Hey, not too many green ones. I don't want the babies to come out green." He teased back, brushing his fingers to her cheek before Dwight cleared his throat and Jim finally sat, rolling his eyes at Dwight's clear annoyance.
"Public displays of affection are discouraged in this office, Jim." He said, his squeaky voice bouncing around the small room.
Jim groaned and replied "Yea, get back to me when your 'girlfriend' is pregnant. Then we can talk." He ended the conversation by picking up his phone and angrily punching the buttons.
Pam chuckled. Jim and she had visited Toby last month, after the unfortunate incident with Michael, so Jim knew full well the boundaries of PDA. And much to Pam's dismay, he was respecting them.
When Jim and Pam had arrived at work the Monday after the babies' first ultrasound and confided in Michael that they were indeed having twins, he insisted that Pam would be able to work as long as she felt comfortable with.
Both had thanked him numerous times, but began regretting informing him so early when he couldn't contain himself anymore and rushed into the main office area cheering "Twins! Twins! Did you hear that everyone?"
Jim coughed, his face blushing. Pam grimaced, but stroked her exceptionally large stomach, taking an odd pleasure in Jim's discomfort.
Michael ignored Jim, and continued smiling. He soon began shouting off orders to Angela that there would need to be a baby shower pronto. Suddenly his shouting and whooping stopped, until he patted Jim on the back saying "I always knew you had it in you," and broke out into another peal of laughter.
Jim coughed again, running his hand through his shaggy hair. Pam reached over and caught his hand as it was about to travel once again through his hair.
"He's just kidding." She whispered, kissing his palm. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his side.
"I know. But still, I mean he's talking about us," Jim dropped his voice low enough so only Pam would hear, "doing the deed. It's just uncomfortable."
"Soon he'll just forget and move on to something else. So just let him run it out now, and then we don't have to worry about it anymore." She said, trying comforting him, trying not to laugh at his discomfort.
"Um, you guys?" Toby asked quietly, suddenly standing next to Pam, a hurt expression on his face as his eyes took in her growing abdomen.
"Yea Toby?" She said, trying to ignore the hurt on his face. She knew all about his crush on her, but she was happy with Jim. Happier than she could ever be with anyone else, she'd even tried.
"I know this is pretty boring, but its protocol. I need to see you both, to talk about office relations. Stuff like what your gonna do when the baby is born." He said softly, smiling sadly.
"Babies." She immediately corrected, and regretted it almost as quickly.
His already downcast face fell more.
She reached a hand out to his elbow and got his attention.
"Toby, I'm sorry about everything." she whispered in his ear, sure that Jim was focused on Michael's 'baby' routine.
"Its okay, Pam. really, congratulations." He said, his sad smile lifting slightly.
"I guess we can get together around lunch if you don't mind. Jim and I are trying not to take to many breaks, with two times the mouths and everything." She joked, and he smiled.
"Lunch it is. Oh and Pam?" He said as he was about to walk away. "You're beautiful pregnant women, you know. You glow."
"Thanks Toby. Thanks."
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The clock struck four o'clock. The office employees were silent, working on last minute paper work, finishing off another dull day at the office.
Pam had just finished her third straight round of solitaire, and as she leant back in her chair to stretch, her IM dinged.
JHalpert: Sore?
She smiled at the screen; sure that he was watching her face.
P.Beesley: Nope. Just bored. I just finished my third round of solitaire. You?
J.Halpert: Fourth. Isn't there anything fun to do here Beesley?
P.Bessley: hmm…I can thinkof one thing we could do that would be VERY fun P
J.Halpert: You sure know how totorturea guy, you know that?
P.Beesley: We could actually start working on baby names, Jim.
J.Halpert: I guess we should. Are there any you want? And please don't let them be like Winifred or Teddy.
P.Beesley: D nope, I just have a strange affection for the name Jim…
J.Halpert: Oh come on! We have to get more creative than our own names.
P.Beesley: Fine…what do you think?
J.Hapert: I don't know…maybe Nathan for the little guy…you can guess a girl's name
PBeesley: Kate…Nate and Kate the twins…how Brady Bunch DO you want our family to be Jim?!
JHalpert: Our family. I like the sound of that.
PBeesley: Our family. Me too. D
"Good." He whispered, standing in front of her. Popping a jelly bean in his mouth as he smiled.
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