"Hi," she said with a kind smile as she sat on his desk.

Jim leaned back in his chair. "Hey."

Holding up her lunch bag, Pam asked, "Are we still on for lunch?"

With a reassuring smile, he answered, "Always."

A wide grin spread across her face. She held his hand and led him to the break room.

The soda can made a loud thud when it dropped down into the slot. Jim picked up the beverage, opened it and carefully gave it to her.

"Thanks," Pam said before taking a small sip.

He sat next to her. "Don't mention it." After removing his sandwich from a small plastic bag, he looked into her eyes. "Pam?"

She fixed her attention on him.

"I shouldn't have walked out on you," he shook his head. "I know that he doesn't live there anymore…I don't know. When I'm there, it's like he is too."

With a small nod, she put down her drink. "I'm sorry, Jim. I should have known. I mean, you've been there what…three times?"

"Yeah but, Pam, you can't read my mind."

"True."

"I'll make sure to tell you when something's bother me, ok?" His hand slid across the table and seconds later, they clasped hands.

The pad of her thumb gently stroked his palm. As she gazed at him she remembered how Roy would tickle her after they had fought instead of actually resolving the issue. Looking back, she realized how empty and frivolous his gesture was. But with Jim, his every touch, stare and word had a sense of authenticity that she respected and needed. "But you do have a point…which is why I have a plan."

"Really?" He playfully arched his eyebrow. "Well, thanks for informing me about it."

"You're welcome," she teasingly replied. "Now don't get me wrong, I love how you want to give me my dream wedding and house, any woman would. But, this is my wedding and marriage too. So it's only right that I have a hand in it."

"That's sounds fair," he tipped his head.

She clicked her tongue. "Since Mark is almost moved out of your place…I thought I could live with you and I can put my house up for sale."

"Wait, are you sure that your family would be ok with that?"

"I called my parents and they said that I should do whatever I feel is right and that they would support me. So yes, it's perfectly fine."

"All right."

"Anyway, the mortgage was already paid off when I got the house. And ever since then my neighbor Maggie has been asking me if I planned to sell it. Her daughter and son-in-law always wanted to move to Scranton but they were never able to find the right house. With the money that I get from the house and your inheritance, we could afford our dream home," she smiled.

"Man, you really did have this all planned out," his eyes were large. "It's a great plan."

"Thanks. Oh and my friend Caroline can set up an open house next week. So, the sooner I can move out, the better."

"This weekend?" He suggested.

"Sounds great."

"And I can come over during the week to help you pack."

"You do realize that we actually have to get some packing done, right?"

"I know, and we will….eventually," he winked.

She giggled. "We should rent one of those moving trucks."

"Yeah, but I don't think we can get it all done in one weekend. We'll need help."

"Hey Jim, hi Pam," Kevin said as he went over to the snack machine.

Jim flashed a smile.

Dwight shot Jim and Pam a disapprovingly look when they walked past his desk.

"You two are incredibly unprofessional," he gestured to their clasped hands.

"Thanks Dwight," Pam answered before lightly slapping Jim's backside. "Come on," she led him to her desk.

"Whatever you say, Mistress Pam," he said with a little laugh. "Hey everyone," he called out.

They all looked at him.

"This weekend Pam is moving in with me, and we need all the help we can get. And as a thank you, I will be having a barbeque at my place," he put his arm around her.

"You want us to work for food?" Creed asked.

Caught off guard by his question, Pam looked anxiously at Jim and said, "Umm…well, when you put it like that-."

Creed cut her off. "Oh I'm definitely in, I was just making sure. I mean, it's a meal I don't have to pay for," he turned to his computer. As usual, he was oblivious to all the odd looks that everyone was giving him.

"What time should we get there?" Meredith asked.

"About two." Jim answered. "And Phyllis, I'm gonna bring out the karaoke machine."

"I can't wait," Phyllis said as she sheepishly smiled.

Stanley asked, "May we bring our significant others?"

"Of course," Pam replied. "And," she stared directly at Angela, "we'll also have vegetarian treats too."

"Thank you," Angela said as she nodded.

Before Jim could even open his mouth to speak, a loud pop ballad began blaring from Michael's office. With the exception of Ryan and Creed, everyone went over to his office door.

Listening closely, Pam's eyebrows furrowed. "Is he listening to…?" She began to say before being interrupted.

"Oh my God!" Kelly joyfully yelled. "He's listening to 'N Sync!" She put her ear to the door. "It's 'Gone'; this is the song that Justin wrote when Britney stayed at the nail salon too long…it's really sad."

Oscar placed his ear on the door. "Wow."

"What?" Jim asked.

"Michael has a really nice falsetto voice."

"How can you tell it's him?"

"Because his voice is actually higher than Justin Timberlake's."

"So..are you gonna tell him about the barbeque?" Kevin asked Jim.

"I will," Jim took a hold of the door handle then let it go. "Now's not a good time, at the end of the day I will."

"Definitely," Pam nodded. "He's a wreck...I feel so bad for him."

"We all do," Toby told her as everyone returned to their desks.

A smile touched Michael's lips when he pulled into Jim's driveway.

"Hey you," Chris beamed as she walked over to him. While she hugged him, she said, "You're the first one here."

"Forget about me. What are you doing here?" He asked her.

She linked arms with him. "I decided to help Jim and Pam move in," she motioned to the SUV to their right.

He nodded. "Ah, I see."

"So," she opened the gate to the backyard. "How are you holding up?"

For a split second, he considered lying to her. "I'm barely keeping it together. I've tried to calling her and she just won't answer."

"I'm sorry."

"I am too."

They sat down at the picnic table.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He heaved a deep sigh. "Thanks but …I don't think you'd understand."

Placing her hand on top of his, she wore a grave face. "Michael, I know that I'm the only one that could."

In her dark eyes, he saw the sadness that lied deep within her. He knew it well; he had seen it in his own reflection.

Carefully, Kelly wrapped the glass vase with plastic bubble wrap. Just then, Pam walked into the living room carrying a box labeled, "Art supplies."

"Meredith and Phyllis are almost finished with the office. And Angela is bringing down one last box from the attic," Brushing away the sweat on her forehead, she went to her knees.

Kelly taped a box shut. "So, we're just about done?" She handed Pam the masking tape.

"Pretty much. It's a good thing Jim and I started packing earlier this week."

"Well it's a miracle that both of you got any packing done," Kelly joked.

She lightly chuckled. "I know."

Shaking her head, she picked up the box, "I'm gonna put this in the truck."

"Ok." She said while she tore off a piece of tape.

After setting the box down, Kelly tightened the pink bandana around her head as she strolled to the open rear of the truck. She slowed her pace when she saw Ryan.

"Hi," she quietly said to him as she walked down the retractable ramp.

"Hey," his voice was flat. "Can we talk?"

Her hands slid into the front pockets of her denim shorts. "That depends."

He crinkled his eyebrows. "On what?"

"Well if I'm gonna do all the talking—we have nothing to say to each other," she snapped.

He opened his mouth to protest but then closed it. "I deserve that. But I really need to talk to you, please?"

When she looked into his eyes, she gave in. "Fine." She led the way as they walked to the backyard.

Underneath them, the floor boards nosily creaked the moment they stepped into the gazebo. The chain links squeaked when they sat down on the bench swing. When she faced him a quiet zephyr softly pushed her dark hair off her shoulders.

"Kelly, I'm sorry…for everything. I've-I've been treating you like crap and you deserve better than that," he stared into her eyes.

She crossed her ankles. "You're not wrong about that."

He nodded. "It's just I've never had a girlfriend like you before."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

"Good…I was just too scared and blind to realize it. Then again," he took a breath, "I've never been in love before," his smile was small.

The honesty that she saw in his eyes and heard his voice was daunting and glorious at the same time. Although her instincts urged her to embrace him, she sat still unable to ignore her doubts. Their relationship was one of few times where her instincts misled her.

"Ryan," she kept her voice steady while trying to choke back her tears. "Don't say it…if you d-."

His hand lightly held the side of her face. "Kelly, I love you," after hearing himself he felt weightless. "I've loved you ever since the first time you walked Mitch."

Her face contorted into a confused grimace. "But…..I was a total mess."

A small snicker left his mouth. "No, you were perfect."

"Oh my God," she felt her eyes getting wet. "You really are in love with me." Her eyes closed as she leaned her face into his hand and felt the warmth of his touch.

Both his feet hit the ground as he moved closed to her. "I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. But when I think about the future…I don't know if I see marriage…all I see is you Kelly, nothing else." He felt her tears moisten his hand.

She held his face. "Ryan…all I want is you, that's all I've ever-."

His kiss cut her off.

The ladies of Dunder-Mifflin stood in front of the kitchen's bay window and watched the couple.

Meredith grabbed handful of popcorn. "This is like a Lifetime movie but better!" She popped a few kernels in her mouth.

"Excuse me, but I have something in my eye," Angela said as she turned away and ran to the bathroom.

Phyllis's eyes grew large. "Oh my, I didn't know that Angela could cry."

Pam simply smiled and put her arm around Phyllis. "Come on, we better give them their privacy...well, what's left of it."

They all agreed and headed out of the kitchen.

"Man, I-I would have never….You shouldn't be going through this," he shook his head as he glanced at the ground.

"Neither of us should…but it's not like we saw this coming," her voice was low.

"What does Jim think?"

With her arms around her stomach, she licked her lips before facing him. "He doesn't know… no one does."

His mouth was agape. "That's why you're here, isn't it?"

Nodding, she looked away from him and bit her bottom lip. "Things are easier here. I know I can't runaway from it but just for this weekend…I wanna try."

"And you're staying with Jim and Pam?"

"No. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them but it just hard to see them together."

"I know what you mean," he put his arm around her. "We better get inside."

"All right, Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"You and Jan….I think you should just give her some space and she'll come to you. She loves you, Michael."

Smiling, he helped her up. "Well, I've tried everything else. I have nothing to lose."

"Things will workout between you two, trust me," she lightly tapped his arm and leaned into him.

"How do you know that?"

"I don't, I just have faith."

When he stared down at her, he was reminded at how young she was. Although, her wisdom and experience transcended her age. "Thanks," he told her.

She managed to muster up a smile. "Thank you."

Together, they walked towards Jim's house.

Ryan casually snaked his arms around Kelly's waist and pulled her onto his lap. Oscar walked past them and smiled when he saw them kissing.

"What's that beeping?" Ryan asked after he pulled away from her.

"It's my cell, I have a voicemail," she leaned forward and retrieved her mobile phone from her purse.

"I'll get us drinks," he gave her a quick kiss and got off the couch.

With her phone to her ear she answered, "Ok." The smile on her face faded as she listened to the message. She put her phone away; unsure of what to do next she stared at the ground.

"Hey," he smiled at her while offering a glass of wine. "You ok?"

She shook her head and wore en embarrassed smile as she stood up. "Yeah, I was just flinking. Um, I need to use the bathroom," she stood up.

"Ok, I'll be here," he kissed her.

She gave him one last peck on the mouth before leaving him.

The lock clicked, yet she tugged at the door handle to reassure herself. In one motion, she flipped on the sink's faucet and sat on the toilet. A loud sigh left her body but it did not to ease her. Today was supposed to perfect, he had confessed his love for her and now, they were together. But like everything else in her life, nothing is ever simple.

As the faucet continued running, she cried and hoped that no one would hear her sobs.

Lazily, Pam held onto him as they waved to their coworkers.

"Bye guys!" Jim called out as he put his arm around her shoulders. "Thanks again!"

"We'll see ya Monday!" Pam added. "Bye!"

They turned around, and with his foot, he kicked the front door shut. Together, they went to the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

"I can't believe we got this all done in one day," she looked around in disbelief.

"I know and I am exhausted," he stretched his arms. "Oh, I almost forgot. Remember how I said Gabe Elliot sounded familiar to me?"

"Yes."

"I now know why. My mother and him were college roommates!"

Her face brightened. "Are you serious?"

"I talked to her this morning and she's going to give him a call about you," he proudly told her.

"Jim, this is so great!" She straddled his body and kissed him. "I love you!"

He loved seeing her happy. "I know."

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "I have some news of my own."

"Really? Do tell," he asked her.

"Well…..I got a call about the doctor's appointment I had last week."

His face contorted into a concerned expression. "Are you ok?"

"I'm perfectly fine," she took a breath. "Jim, I'm pregnant."

Her words caused him to freeze then he searched her face. "You are?"

She nodded. "I'm a couple of weeks along."

An elated smile came to his mouth then he straightened his expression. "Pam, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want this but……I don't want to force you into anything."

The consideration and loved that he showed her was overwhelming. "Jim," she held his face. "We were destined to have to this child. And I can't imagine anyone else being the father of my children."

His eyes lit up. "We're having a baby!" He happily yelled.

"We're gonna be parents!" She shouted before kissing him.

"And we're going to mess him or her up in our own little unique way!" He scooted forward and lifted her.

"I know, isn't it wonderful?" Laughing, she tightened her legs around him. "We should celebrate," she said with a devilish smile.

He chuckled and carried her upstairs.