"So you're really going to New York huh Beesly?"

Pam walked to her car clutching her box full of her things. Ryan was upstairs talking with Michael who seemed to be latched onto his leg.

It was a few weeks ago everything was set. Ryan and Pam were moving to New York.

Ryan had drove down there twice all ready and had all ready been shown around the main offices he would be working in. Ryan came home every weekend with exciting stories of how big the city was and how cool his job sounded like. Pam was happy for him, yet very worried about moving there.

Talking with her parents, they told her that it did sound like a really good idea. If she was planning on marrying the father of her daughter, then she would have to get ready to go wherever he attended on going. Pam's father told her not to worry and that Ryan seemed like a bright kid who would work hard to take care of her and Ginger.

Pam meanwhile still felt scared to death. She wished this had happened when Ginger was a little bit older.

Finally Ryan took her down there while Pam's parents watched the baby. He showed her around and she seemed very overwhelmed by the size and buzz of the city. Finally he showed the apartment that Dunder Mifflin had helped him grab for a reasonable price. It was a little smaller then the condo, but had a beautiful view. It was on the better side of town. While being shown around, Pam clutched onto Ryan's arm and somehow felt herself smiling.

Ryan then showed her the more artsy side of town in which they went to three museums. Pam felt like a little kid again and was blown away at how easy going and brilliant these people worked. Ryan told her once they got settled she should look into making taking a few classes there.

Once they got home. Pam thought of all those times Karen and Jim kissed in front of her and finally wrapped her arms around Ryan and laughed.

She told him she couldn't wait.

Feeling very overwhelmed, Pam nodded before going to her car. Jim helped her open the trunk before Pam placed the box inside. Looking up at him, Pam couldn't help with what she was about to say next.

"Are you happy with Karen?"

Jim blinked and made a nervous smile.

"What?"

"Are you happy with Karen? You told me you two were talking and kinda going through a rough patch."

Jim shrugged.

"Yeah I guess so…nothing serious though."

"Oh…"

Pam slowly nodded.

"You excited?"

"About what?"

"New York…"

Pam shrugged.

"I guess so…a lot is happening so fast…in fact the past couple of months have."

"What do you're parents think?"

Pam leaned against her car after Jim helped her shut the trunk.

"Their happy for me…they keep asking when we're going to get married and how much this move might open doors for my life and Ginger's…blah, blah, blah…"

Jim smirked.

"When are you two getting married?"

"When Ginger turns one…I think…"

The two stared at each other for a moment before Pam's eyes dropped and looked at her shoes.

"Listen, I wanted to thank you for that photograph."

"Huh?"

"The one of me and Ryan at the basketball game in the warehouse…thanks."

"Oh that thing, yeah I found it and decided to send it…thought it might be weird sending one of you and me."

Pam lightly laughed.

"Yeah…that's like the only photo of Ryan and me before everything happened."

"Yeah you two barley knew each other."

"Yep…and now we're raising a daughter together and I'm following him to New York."

Jim looked at her a moment longer before reaching over and gently touching her face.

"Stay strong Beesly, I'm sure everything will work out fine."

Smiling, Pam thanked him trying her hardest to hold back tears. All the meanwhile Ryan watched from Michael's window upstairs. His eyes narrowing until Jim left her and walked back inside.

Passing him on his way out, Jim said goodbye and all Ryan would do was mutter to him. Walking down the stairs he felt himself get furious. He was glad he was leaving this place once and for all. He was glad he had finally made it and was going to show to everyone there that he just wasn't the temp or the fire guy. He would be a success…and he would take care of his baby and finally make Pam love him.

Meeting her outside in the parking-lot the two stared at each other.

"Ready?"

Pam slowly nodded before taking one last glance up at the office building.

"Goodbye Jim."

She softly said under her breath. The ride home they drove in silence.

That week they finally moved. Once at the apartment, which was cluttered with boxes and odds and ends, Pam suddenly felt very overwhelmed and homesick. The drive down hadn't been that bad and Pam had left her car at her parent's. Ryan said since they wouldn't need two cars anymore that maybe they could sell it next time they spent some time in Scranton. Ryan had told Pam that even though they wouldn't get a lot of money maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if they made an account for Ginger's college. When Pam laughed at this Ryan shot her a look before picking the baby up and leaving the room.

Sighing, Pam knew she was acting like a bitch. In fact the last couple of months had been really weird between them. Pam knew it was mostly because of how awkward things had been since Jim came back and how distant she was making herself. She also noticed how protective Ryan was getting with the baby.

Now here they were in the apartment. Ginger sat in her playpen wiggling around holding what looked to be a rubber ball. Pam meanwhile looked around at everything that had to be unpacked and suddenly burst into tears. Right away Ryan appeared, who had been unpacking in the kitchen.

"Pam?"

Pam looked at him, tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry…I guess I'm just homesick."

Ryan went over right away gathering her in his arms. Pam buried her face into his shirt and began to sob. Ryan meanwhile gently rubbed her back trying his hardest to sooth her.

"Shhhh…it's all right. I'm here."

"I'm sorry for how awful I've acted…I've been horrible to you and Ginger!"

Ryan pulled away for a second looking at her with serious eyes.

"Don't say that…"

"But it's true!"

Ryan then kissed the top of her head.

"Hey…we're starting a whole new life here…there's nothing to worry about."

Pam thought of Jim again but then an awful image of him kissing Karen appeared in her mind. She knew it was truly over. She had lied to herself this entire time hoping…that somehow the past could come back. Now she knew she had made her choice. She was a mother now…and she was with Ryan.

After about a half an hour, Pam finally calmed down. The two of them slowly began unpacking and by the end of the night the two laid on the bare mattress in their bedroom staring up at the ceiling as Ginger laid between them.

Slipping his hand into hers, Ryan glanced over at Pam and smiled.

"I love you Pam."

Looking down at Ginger, Pam then met with his eyes and smiled back.

"I love you Ryan."

Sadly…that didn't last.

Adjusting to life in New York had been hard. Almost right away Ryan was swept up with working long hours at the head offices uptown. He got up around five in the morning and didn't come back until eight. Pam meanwhile stayed all alone with Ginger, unpacking and mostly thinking about home.

Ryan seemed to always have a story about what was going on and how different business was in the city. Slowly the long days turned into times in which Ryan would come home around eleven. There was always a business meeting or dinner he had to attend, trying his hardest to impress clients.

Once Pam hired a somewhat trustworthy nanny for Ginger once or twice, she had been invited to larger functions with Ryan. Somehow Pam felt as though she stuck out. Always feeling awkward in these pricy gowns Ryan suspired with her nearly every week, and never wanting to let go of his hand whenever they were in a large crowd.

Months worn on and Pam still hadn't visited home.

Her parents had driven over for a weekend and stayed in the living room. When Pam's mother asked how she was adjusting, Pam shrugged and simply said.

"It's lonely…"

"Pam my dear…motherhood is the loneliest thing of all."

But Pam didn't really mean that. She meant her entire life.

She always begged Ryan to drive down with her for the weekend to visit, but there always seemed to be some excuse. Mostly his work load and meetings.

Still, he found time for Ginger.

As tired as he was, no matter what hour he came home at he would be the one who would wake up and feed Ginger her bottle. He would always creep into her bedroom before heading off to work or the gym and always lean down over her crib and smile down at her.

It made Pam's heart swell of how much he really did love their baby.

Still…he seemed to change.

Months began to fly by and Ryan was working all the time. Whenever he did visit Scranton was on business. Pam always couldn't wait to hear about how everyone was. She had tried to keep up withy emailing them, but everyone seemed so busy…expect Michael, Who was still asking when he would be able to visit them in New York.

Ryan was working on a new website for company and spent long hours at night in front of his computer working away.

Soon even his looks began to change. He began growing a beard in, and became more fit. He claimed appearance was everything with clients and even slowly had a change of attitude. Pam meanwhile spent her days alone in the apartment fussing over and taking care of Ginger. Most of the time staring out the window at the street below.

Ryan soon began making good money. He took Pam out on romantic dinners, suspired her with jewelry she never dreamed of owning, and always still had that complete look of love in his eyes whenever he stared at her. He insisted Pam buy new things for the apartment. Get herself all new clothes. Re-do Ginger's nursery and not even worry about a budget. Pam meanwhile called her mother every weekend, telling her how weird it was to open her purse and find it a common thing to find hundred dollar bills. As always her mother would joke and tell her she was lucky.

Pam began noticing all she was doing now was either fussing or taking care of Ginger, or sitting in front of the TV. Deciding to look into any art classes, Pam found a few that peeked her interest and brought them up to Ryan. Ryan seemed more then excited for her and told her he would pay for all of them. One Sunday he even took her out shopping for supplies.

So three days out of the week when Ginger was with a nanny, Pam took her art classes. At first she found them scary, and a little too much after seeing mostly collage aged kids hanging around. But after making a few friends Pam slowly began to feel comfortable and slipped into habit.

So Pam's weeks began getting busy. If she wasn't taking her art classes, or attending events with Ryan for the company, she was with Ginger. One of her favorite things was taking her out in her stroller at the park.

Soon shopping, and the whole buzz of the city became second nature.

Ryan now seemed so sleek and successful. He was making good money and seemed at the top of his game. Also, he never seemed more in love with Pam. Every night they would make love until Pam was afraid she would cry out so loudly she would wake the baby. Laying against his bare chest, grasping for air Pam would stare at them and wonder why still…under all this change and success…she was still so unhappy?

A week before Ginger's first birthday Ryan came home in a horrible mood.

Lifting Ginger out of the playpen, Ryan began to pace back and forth before Pam, who was sketching in the other room noticed.

Right away she knew something was wrong. He was home early, and whenever he grabbed for Ginger right away to make him feel better, something that bothered him. She knew he had also visited the branch today.

"Ryan?"

Looking over Ryan sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing…just that little prick Jim is trying to mess with me and David Wallace!"

"What?"

"Nothing…he's just shooting his mouth off…"

Ryan then kissed the top of Ginger's head before looking over at her.

"Oh, Lucy my assistant said she knows some really good websites for bridal stuff. I told her we were planning on something small…less then thirty people."

Pam gulped. Less then a month ago she was supposed to start planning for the wedding. Both Ryan and Pam agreed they wanted something small. Close friends and family. When Pam asked if they could get married at home, Ryan's brow wrinkled.

"Pam this is home."

Since then she had kept changing the subject whenever Ryan asked about her making plans and also brought up the fact that it was Ginger's first birthday.

It seemed unbelievable a whole year had past.,

"Oh…"

Pam's voice drifted away before Ryan noticed.

"Pam…something wrong?"

"Nothing…it's just been a lot. I have a project due in class and Ginger hasn't been sleeping through again and…"

"Well what have you got planned for the wedding so far?"

Pam just stared at him.

"You have planned something right? I even gave you spending money…get the dress yet?"

Pam looked at her hands, she felt her stomach toss.

"Well…I was thinking…maybe thirty people are too much. Why don't we just go to the justice of the peace and get it done. I mean I've never wanted a big wedding anyways."

"What?"

"Really…I mean it."

Ryan looked at Pam as though she was crazy before smiling.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…just you me…and Ginger."

Ryan smiled walking closer to her, right away his bad mood was slipping away.

"You really mean that?"

Pam nervously looked at Ryan, not knowing for the first time what to say.

At the end of the day Pam felt sick.

She was now in a white sundress and heels. Pam was in one of his suits with the shirt slightly unbuttoned. Jenny and Paul from Ryan's work was laughing and walking behind them as Pam held Ginger who was also in one of her best sundresses.

They had just let the Justice Of The Peace.

Jenny and Paul clapped.

"Drinks at The Gem!"

Ryan grinned before slipping his arm around Pam's waist and drawing her in close.

"How does that sound Mrs. Howard?"

Pam clutched onto Ginger tighter, she had no idea what was happening. Just a few hours ago she was standing in her apartment with Ryan. Now she was married.

Married.

She couldn't remember anything, all she felt was sickness.

Ryan slipped his arm tighter around her before kissing the side of her cheek and then Ginger's. Looking down at her ring, Pam remembered the vows she had taken.

"Till death do us part."

Flashes of Halloween night came again.

She wished her mother was here…why hadn't she called her?

Ryan began kissing her again as Pam felt completely helpless.

"Oh dear Jesus I'm married! I married Ryan…Jim help me!"

But Jim wasn't there. Only Ryan…her husband.