PAM and JIM

"Pam? Are you okay?" She was crying and looked like she was hurting.

"Yes, sorry, hormones, tired, and I haven't been sleeping well."

"I get that, do you want to come in, or is this to deliver a message…"

Pam cried harder, "god, Jim, I'm coming in." She made it two steps and then turned around and hugged him. "I miss you."

Jim relished the hug, not wanting to let go or mess it up by talking, even though he knew he had to say something, "I've missed you, seriously, more than anything or anyone in my entire life."

"I want to raise our baby together, I really want that."

"Good, I will do whatever you want, I can get you a place here, we still need someone good in reception, and we actually need Ryan in sales, that would help you, seriously, I just want to help and make up for my many screwups.."

"God, Jim, stop being so nice for a second, I know Dwight moved in, but what I meant was, you and I, this is all so backwards, I'm pregnant, but I need help Jim, I'm tired of being alone and if we're in this, why not try it backwards like everything else that's happened recently?"

Jim let go, his eyes were wide, his mouth open, a few tears beginning to form, "don't mess with me Beesly, I can handle a lot of things, but I can't handle it if this isn't real, for real, I just can't, I've felt so torn apart by everything I've done and that has happened, but I'm not strong enough if this isn't one hundred percent real."

"Jim, it's for real, I just need to know a few things."

Jim nodded, his mind still unwilling to accept that anything close to this could be happening, "of course, what?"

Pam backed up and sat down on the couch, "I need to know that it's just me, I know you and I was a drunken thing, I wouldn't call it a mistake, not now, but Roy did cheat on me, I pretended it didn't happen, but I can't do that now, so I need to know."

Jim fell to his knees in front of Pam, "I swear to you, I will never, it's only you, everything has been so backward and not how I wanted, but you have to know I would never, we have to have trust, so I get it, Pam, I swear to you, but if you can't trust me, this can never work."

Pam reached out and held his face in her hands, "I trust you, I do, I felt as responsible for what happened as you, I hated myself for it."

Jim shook his head, his eyes again watery with tears, "Don't, I was with Karen, I…"

"Jim, I know you, I do, I know you, I should have relied on that, but it's all felt so wrong, but we have to move forward now, no blame, no regrets, just moving forward. The second thing I need to know is, you know I'm so not perfect, right? You won't leave me when you see me without makeup a lot, or when I fart, or when I get sick?"

"No, of course not. I know you have flaws, but I like those too, I know you fart, you don't remember the night you kissed me at Chili's, for the Dundies, you were a gassy gal that night."

"Oh god, I'm so glad I don't remember most of what happened that night." Pam took a deep breath, "the last thing I need to know, can we try this, living together, again, I know Dwight is here, but can we try us, together, like we probably should have been?"

Jim took a deep breath trying to control his emotions, but as he looked into Pam's eyes, knowing that finally, finally she would take a chance with him, he lost it, he spit out a hoarse "yes, of course," he then laid his head eyes down in Pam's lap, she bent over and kissed the top of his head. Jim tried his best to regain his composure, but as his head lay in the lap of the woman he had loved for so long, every emotion he had felt during it all came to the front, every fear of failure, every time he had felt the door slam shut or that she had slipped away came through the tears that now fell on her lap. Pam lovingly caressed his head with her hands, her own tears flowing freely, Jim's reaction opened her eyes further to his true feelings and nature, when she was with Roy he would cry if he thought she was leaving him, but when he got his way he was always back to old Roy, but now, here in front of her was a man overwhelmed with the fact that she loved him.

"Jim, I'm sorry."

Jim lifted his head, "Beesly, you have nothing to be sorry for, this has just been…well, it's been something."

Pam smiled sadly, "how could I be so blind to how much you love me, I knew I loved you, but doubted so much."

Jim knelt up and kissed her, "you were right, just move forward, thinking back is hard, we have so much to look forward to, I mean, holy crap, you're pregnant with our baby, ours."

"I know, it's so crazy, but even when I was sure I would always be mad at you, I knew this baby would amazing, your sense of humor, your kindness."

Jim leaned his head so his was pressing against hers, "funny, I was thinking the same thing, but yours."

"I'm sorry this took so long, it seems silly now."

"Pam, part of what has gotten me through all the waiting and the lows, is the fact that I have never doubted that you were the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, so the fact I am your choice for the same, that means everything. I would have waited longer, I just knew, I used to get pissed at myself that I couldn't move on, but I just knew I met the person who makes me laugh, who I can talk to about anything, everything, and nothing. I sound cheesy and rambly, but it's true."

"I like it, don't worry."

He leaned in to kiss her again, his mind floating in happiness as he realized his freedom to kiss her, the object of his affection for so long. "Hey, Mr. Kissy, you should text or call Jan, it would be nice to make sure that I actually have the job before showing up."

"Shit, that's probably a good idea." Jim reached in his pocket for his cell phone, after searching for a few seconds, he clicked on his phone, "Jan, this is Jim, Pam has decided to take the offer if it is still available…yeah, we are good, full disclosure, we are dating…no problem…this is in fullest confidence, if someone we hire is pregnant, they are covered by our insurance, right?...yes she is…yes, it's mine…no, it took some time, thank you…sounds great…thanks Jan."

Jim was smiling as he got off the phone, "well, that was easy, she is ecstatic, she wanted me to tell you congratulations, and she said of course insurance will cover you, it's part of the agreement they have with them, and she said that with us both having the better corporate coverage, we shouldn't have to pay anything, that's huge."

Pam started to cry again, she nodded before she could speak again, "holy shit it's huge, I was so terrified, not to mention stupid, I was so against seeing you I would have suffered in poverty instead of working here, fuck, I was so stupid."

Jim grabbed her hands and held them tightly, "Pam, I didn't handle things great, at all, I get that. Like you said, things were backward, but now they're good, you have coverage, you are taken care of, that's the most important thing."

Pam laughed, "really, me being taken care of, more important than us getting together?"

Jim hung his head and sighed, "yeah, of course. I know I sounded desperate for us, but I was mostly worried about you, trying to do this alone, with no help, no insurance, of course I have wanted us to be us, for so fucking long, but part of why I wanted you to forgive me and give me a chance is that I care about you, as a person, you Pam, not as my girlfriend, not just as the soon to be mother of Pam Jr., but as a person."

Pam kissed him, her hands on his cheeks, her relief at the end of this difficult time second to the love she felt for Jim and the fact that he was who she thought he was. "Halpert, where's Dwight? We're a couple now, legitimate, we're about to live together and raise a child, and we've only had sex once, that seems wrong."

Jim looked at her with surprise all over his face, "really? You're okay to do this?"

Pam rolled her eyes, "no Jim, the doctor said it would kill the baby and I want to anyways, of course it's okay, and normal. People have sex Jim, it's why we're in this predicament, not that it's bad, just a way to say don't be ridiculous, so, how long is Dwight gone for?"

Jim laughed, a happier laugh then he had been capable of for some time, "sorry, just cautious, and of course, and don't be ridiculous yourself, this condo is so modern it has bedrooms, with doors, that lock."

Pam hit him, "okay, I can get away with it, you can't, I'm pregnant and super emotional."

"Sorry." Jim then picked up a shrieking Pam, he moved slowly to be careful, but carried her up the stairs to his, soon to be their room. He tried to set her on the bed as gently as he could, she bounced once, her head hit the wall, not hard, but enough that Jim was apologizing profusely.

"Jim, I'm fine," laughing as she said it. She rubbed her head lightly, still laughing, while taking in the Jim's room again, the time she had been there before had been a drunken mess, sleeping after having guilty sex downstairs, she realized she didn't remember the room at all. She was about to drag Jim to the bed next to her when she saw a frame, a medium sized wooden frame, there was no picture in it, instead it had a piece of paper with large writing, "our baby." Pam closed her eyes for a second and thought again how foolish her past concerns were, and it was okay now because they were together, she then reached out and pulled him on top of her.

"Is this okay for the baby?"

Pam laughed loudly, "way to try and kill the mood Jim, I'm about as horny as I have ever been, don't look so shocked, and it's not because I'm pregnant or haven't had sex, it's because of you. For the first time I'm with someone who loves me, the things I do, the things that make up who I am, that frame," her voice crackled with emotion, on the edge of tears again, "that frame already for our baby, without knowing that anyone but you would see it, that just pushes it into new levels. Her hands now lifted his shirt off in a quick smooth fashion, then returned to his pants, pulling them down and off.

Before Jim could help her, she quickly tossed her shirt off and undid her bra so quickly, Jim gasped in astonishment. "I'm normally not this quick, and normally much clumsier." Her pants and underwear were soon off, Jim just looked at her with a look of desire in his eyes. "Halpert, stop it."

"God Pam, you are so beautiful, I just have to take it in and remind myself this is actually happening."

Pam had heard enough, she rolled Jim over, crouched over him and with one hand, stroked him and then took him in her mouth, which proceeded to move up and down his length with a speed and gentleness that both surprised him and turned him on to the point that he had to stop her. "Whoah, there, Beesly, I'd like to participate in this too."

Pam laughed as she laid back and again pulled him to her, Jim positioned himself, his eyes never leaving hers, he took a little probing, but then entered her, Pam closed her eyes momentarily, then opened them with a smile. She started moving up on him, her hips thrusting into him, pushing herself up and down around his length, his eyes in a state of bewildered arousal, Pam couldn't help herself when she saw how absolutely enamored he was, not just with the sex, but with everything about the morning, she started to tremble slightly, her hips bucking more as she moved, she couldn't help the words leaving her mouth, "fuck, Halpert."

Jim, who had been picturing angry Andy, the least sexy thing he could think of, upon hearing her swear in the midst of her movements, he was then pushed beyond his own control, his own hips moving up in uneven thrusts to meet hers. "Shit, shit, shit."

Jim was careful not to put all his weight on her, instead, he shifted so he laid next to her, his lips finding her neck and laying gentle kisses as she closed her eyes, savoring the touch and the fact that he didn't just stop abruptly after sex, with Roy, who she hated to think about, but he would stop, never worrying much about her.

Jim was expanding his kisses when they heard shouting, "Jim! Are you around?"

Jim smiled, "there's our roommate."

Both quickly dressed, neither caring that Dwight might put together what they had done, showing a true change in their relationship with him. They came down the stairs, hand in hand, Dwight turned around to see them, "Pam! You guys…yes!" He ran to them, first hugging Jim and then Pam, "please tell me the two of you have reconciled and are getting together."

Jim smiled, "yes Dwight, we have indeed reconciled," Dwight did several fist pumps, "you have a lot of energy today."

"Please, I'm this way every day, but as your new best friend, it pleases me to see the two of you together, I've put a lot of time and effort into this."

Pam laughed at Jim's quizzical look, "oh yeah, a major part of why I'm here today was Dwight coming over last night and asking me some questions, very person ones, but making a lot of sense."

Jim immediately hugged Dwight again, "Dwight Schrute, what can I say? You complete us."

"I know, I know. So, Pam, are you going to move in, live in sin with Jim and make this like that bizarre nineteen-seventies sitcom with the three people in the apartment?"

Jim and Pam looked at each other in amazement, "Three's Comapany Dwight, and wow, that's invasive and assumptive, and yet right on the money, yes, I am moving in and will live in sin with Jim."

"Nice, another roommate, though as an expectant mother, I won't accept your money, Jim and I will split it, I insist."

Pam felt her jaw literally dropping, "Dwight, what the hell has happened since you left Scranton?"

Dwight shrugged, "you know, I think it's having a friend who is an actual friend, and someone who could have been an ass to me, who I've tried to screw over, and having a boss who knows what they're doing and not turning the office into their own year-long therapy sessions."

Pam nodded, "okay, that checks out, that makes sense, but still, you two being roommates, it's comparable to Michael and Toby being roommates."

Jim and Dwight both made faces, "I don't know who I'd rather be in that scenario, the dumbass or the bland lifeless blob, both are bad." Dwight shook his head, his face still showing how disgusted he felt by the analogy.

"I have to agree with Dwight, Osama Bin Laden and Bush would have been better, or anything else."

Jim and Dwight took Monday off to help Pam pack and move, Pam and Jim were amazed at Dwight's speed and efficiency, and at his stories of Schrute family emergency preparedness drills, as Jim heard more and more stories about Dwight's family, the Dwight he had known and tormented made a lot more sense.

Pam's apartment was soon emptied and loaded into a moving truck, she squinted her eyes as she the truck pulled out of her apartment complex, "That's Roy's brother's truck, dumb bastard was spying on us. Stupid Kenny, he's a big part of the reason Roy is the way he is."

Dwight craned his neck to look out the window at him, "we could go disable his truck, I know how in two easy steps that make it nearly impossible to pinpoint."

Pam shook her head, "no, Dwight, it's okay, they're not worth worrying about, plus, I've seen them beat the crap out of people."

Jim just shook his head while Dwight vocalized what both of them were thinking, "I don't know how you stayed with that idiot for so long."

Pam closed her eyes, "yeah, I don't either, I just didn't want conflict, I didn't say what I was feeling, it's why I was so hard on Jim, I wanted to make sure I was heard, that my feelings were respected."

Jim reached over, leaving one hand on the steering wheel, and held her hand, "I'm glad, I think had you rushed into this, more so," he grinned, "you would have had doubts, I think we needed time, I know as much as it sucked, I did. I never thought about what it was like for you, I was so busy feeling devastated, I didn't think about what you were facing, that's changed, big time."

Dwight sighed wistfully, "At least you guys worked it out, I have to realize Angela won't be coming back."

Jim and Pam glanced at each other, Pam reached up and patted his shoulder, "you'll find someone Dwight, you're a lot more accessible and kind, that means a lot to women, in fact, I could set you up, my friend Isabelle has three brothers, two are Marines and one is a cop, she's tall for a girl, so quite different from Angela."

Dwight nodded while pondering her offer, "that might be good, I have wanted tall children, Angela would not have produced offspring with any height, her dad is five foot six, but still terrifying."

As the sun faded that evening, Pam was unpacking her last box that hadn't been placed in storage, she and Jim had begun talking, away from Dwight, about finding a place for raising the baby, they didn't want to hurt his feelings, but it wasn't ideal raising a child in a two-bedroom condo with a roommate. Jim came back in the room with a cup of tea for her, without her having asked, she could only smile at that, not once had Roy had the presence of mind to do that for her.

"I can't believe Pam Beesly and Dwight Schrute live with me, it's like an acid trip, bizarre and based on deepest fears and desires," Jim noticed Pam looking at him strangely, "sorry, I just read Ken Kesey's book about the acid tests, it was a wild ride."

"That was bizarre, but I get it, I told Isabelle what was happening, and she couldn't believe it, she was freaking out. Penny loves you even though she hasn't really met you, and so does my mom, who I still haven't told, she and I my dad are having big issues."

Jim went pale, "shit, I have to tell my mom, that will not be fun."

"Does Larissa know?" They asked simultaneously, and then each burst into laughter.