Three weeks after Pam returned from the hospital, she and Jim met with her team of doctors for a follow up. Pam had weaned off of her pain medicine, and, as Jim had predicted, recovered well, her relatively young age helping her body to restore itself to normal. The doctors reviewed her paperwork and talked about her progress.
"Well, , you're recovering better than any of us could've expected, especially given your complications. You should be able to head back to work within the next three weeks. Congratulations." The surgeon told Jim and Pam.
"Thank you, doctor. Are we all set to go now?" Pam asked.
"Just a moment, I believe the primary care doctor has to speak with you for a moment."
Jim and Pam looked at each other quizzically as the surgeon left the small office and the primary care physician entered.
"James, Pamela," the doctor said, sitting behind the desk and flipping through Pam's file. Jim and Pam still looked at each other, confused. "Your blood work and urinalysis all look pretty good as far as the kidneys and cancer go." He told them.
"Well then what seems to be the problem?" Jim asked, not willing to take this anxiety for another second.
"Why, no problem at all, son." The doctor looked up at him. "I just thought you two would like to know that is about three weeks pregnant."
Pam looked at Jim, who was just staring at her incredulously. Pam, however, wasn't jumping the gun to overjoyed.
"And there's no risk for the pregnancy or the baby, what with the cancer?" Pam asked.
"Absolutely not. You are well on your way to a healthy, post-cancer pregnancy."
Now Pam could be excited. She turned to Jim and smiled, a small giggle escaping from her lips as they turned into a large grin.
"Beesly!" Jim exclaimed, leaning over to kiss his fiance briefly
. "Oh, I'm so glad we found out officially together." She said, a bit relieved.
"Officially? You mean you knew?" Jim asked, a bit surprised, but not angry. The doctor, after looking at his beeper, though Pam suspected he was faking, left the room.
"I mean, I hadn't taken a test or anything, but I basically knew. I was gonna ask you to stop at the drugstore on the way home from the hospital so we could know together."
"Beesly! We're having a baby! Like, you're going to be a mom and I'm going to be a dad."
"Yeah," Pam laughed, small tears building at the corners of her eyes.
"Promise me you'll never get mom jeans."
"Promise me you won't tell dad jokes."
"Promise me you'll love me, both of us-" he put a hand on Pam's stomach, which had no visible roundness, but was carrying the most precious thing to either one of them. "Forever."
"Already did, silly." She said, waving her left hand and showing him the engagement ring he had bought a week after they started dating.
"You're gonna be the best Mom in the whole world."
"You're just saying that." Pam giggled.
"Absolutely not."