Author's note: Computers suck and that is the reason why it has taken so long for me to complete and post this chapter. I am so unbelievably sorry.

The delicious smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes lured Pam into the kitchen.

"Morning," she chirped as she set the thick Sunday newspaper on the kitchen table. "I got the paper."

Jim watched the eggs bubble up in the pan. "I saw and so did Mrs. Bartoli."

Holding a pitcher, she answered, "Maybe that's why she was gawking at me," orange juice filled the short round glass.

"Well, to be fair, she's used to seeing me in my boxers and gangsta Bugs Bunny t-shirt…not you," he dropped cubed pieces of ham and cheese into the pan before folding over the omelet.

"That would explain why she called me a trollop. Oh well," she gave him an indifferent shrug.

As he turned down the burner, he smiled at her. "You do wear it well."

"I know," she winked at him.

A small chuckle came from his lips. "Oh, so I got a call from my mom this morning. She talked to Gabe Elliot," he set a full plate in front of her and sat down.

She immediately sat up and looked directly at him. "What did she say?"

"Well….she told him that you're very talented…" He took a slow sip of her orange juice.

"Jim!" Her hand tapped his arm.

He grinned. "And that he would be lucky to have you as his new illustrator."

"Really?"

"Oh and you have an interview with him a week from Wednesday."

Pam's face lit up. "Oh my God, I'm-I'm gonna meet Gabe Elliot! Thank you!"

His fingers ran through her hair as they kissed. When she pulled away, he took a hold of her hand. "Actually, you should thank my mom."

"I'll call her after breakfast."

"Um…she actually wants to have lunch with you on Tuesday, so she can see your portfolio."

"That's fine, I like your mom."

"Good…Pam?"

"Yes?"

"There's more…"

"What?"

"I..uh..I told my parents that you were pregnant," his laugh was uncertain.

"Jim, I haven't even told my parents yet!"

"I know, it just slipped and-I'm sorry. But they're very happy for us."

When she stared into his eyes, she smiled. "It's ok," she rubbed his forearm. "But I definitely have to call my mom and tell her."

He nodded. "How about everyone at the office? I mean, it's not like they're just our co-workers anymore…"

"Yeah…but my doctor told me that I should wait until the end of my first trimester. Besides," she leaned her forehead against his. "With the cameras around and everyone knowing about us…it's nice that we have our own little secret."

"It is," he put his hand on her stomach.

They smiled at each other.

Mitch's soft blond fur brushed against the back of Kelly's bare calves when he walked past her. His collar jingled as he sat down beside her and quietly watched her place a CD into the stereo.

"Morning Mitch," Kelly bent down and petted his head.

The golden retriever happily licked her face.

With the sleeve of her shirt, she wiped away his drool. "You're so lucky that I love Ryan."

He barked and put his paw on knee.

"Aww," she hugged him.

Kicking off his sandals, Ryan closed the door behind him and smiled as he walked towards them.

"Hey you," he helped her off the ground and kissed her forehead.

She brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his face. "Well you're happy…"

He shrugged. "I'm with you."

Her heart stopped when she looked into his dazzling blue eyes. She could see the love that he had for her and she knew that she couldn't lie to him any longer.

"Ryan, there's something-."

"Wait," he pulled a newspaper page from his back pocket. "I've circled all the two bedroom apartments."

When she saw what he had done her mouth drop open. "You did?"

"I wanted to save you the trouble and…if we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, we'll need a bigger place," he proudly told her. "So, what do you have to tell me?"

"Um.." She knew what had to do but instead, she ignored her. "Costco is having a sale."

He laughed. "Then I guess we'll have to drop by there today."

Nodding, she held his face. "I love you Ryan."

"I love you too."

He lifted her up and felt her legs wrapped around his body. As they went to the bedroom, he felt her nuzzle his face in his neck and assumed the tears she shed were of joy.

A low and irritated sigh came from Jim when he went over to Pam's desk. He hung his head before making eye contact with his future wife.

"I can't believe he's still doing it," he motioned to Michael's office with his head.

"At least you don't have to talk to him," Pam answered. "He's a total wreck….and the music that he's playing..."

Just then, Michael's office became silent. Everyone looked at his door.

Toby stopped in front of his office. "Did I lose my hearing?"

"The music," Phyllis began to say, "it's sto-"

Kevin shushed her. "You'll jinx it."

They all groaned when they heard Britney Spears blaring from Michael's office

"Oh my God, this is Britney Spears," Kelly cheerfully said as she took a handful of jelly beans from Pam's jar.

"I was a huge fan of Britney, especially when she was with Justin. They were so in love. Back then, she wore like the cutest and sexiest clothes, her songs were soo catchy, her dance moves were so hot and….she used to not smoke… comb her hair…..wear shoes when she used public bathrooms," her gaze wandered before she looked directly into the camera. "I don't know if he's gonna see this but Justin, SAVE BRITNEY! Seriously, have you seen her lately? She needs you!"

The camera then pulled back to reveal Ryan sitting next to her. With incredulous eyes, he stared at his distraught girlfriend.

"It's ok, Kelly," he embraced her.

"I just want the old Britney back!" She cried out.

He reluctantly nodded. "We all do."

Oscar shifted in his seat before talking to the camera.

"I am actually more of a Kelly Clarkson fan. Simply because…out of all the 'Pop divas' she hasn't lost her mind. She didn't run off to Vegas and make a mockery of marriage nor did she ever feel the need to get 'Dirrty' to prove how different she was from her peers. And she's never confused chicken with tuna. Honestly, she's the most talented out of all divas and idols. Also, she's a real sweetheart.

"When I met her last month, we hit it off really well. She said that I can even be her main ga-guyfriend. Yeah…I have to get back to work," he quickly left the room.

"I understand that Michael is in pain….but he could at least play some better music. Like Christina Aguilera. Granted, she's a little whore but she's a little whore with a big voice," Angela admitted to the camera.

Dwight discreetly walked over to Michael's office and slid a CD underneath the door.

"I made Michael a mix CD of rock power ballads, REAL MUSIC," Dwight's eyes widen. "I don't really care for today's so-called 'Popular music', especially Christina Aguilera. Quite frankly, I fear that I'll contract an STD if I look directly at her."

Kevin held up a CD. "This is my band's CD. I had to make another copy because Pam accidentally stepped on the first one that I slid under Michael's door. I'm also giving him a DVD of our greatest rehearsals….ever."

"Do I feel bad about accidentally stepping on Kevin's CD?" Pam repeated the producer's question. She stared blankly into the camera.

Next to her, Jim shook his head. "I bet it wasn't even an accident."

"It was! I-I didn't even see it there when I walked into Michael's office."

"Oh Beesly, how could you? You literately crushed Scrantonicity's dreams."

She quickly bit her bottom lip and gave him a coy smile. "Fine, then I guess we'll hire his band for our wedding."

He shot her an arrogant yet playful look. "Sorry, but I already placed a deposit on a band already."

"Oh really?" Pam half laughed. "Who?"

"Well, they're a lovely trio of drag queens that call themselves 'Destiny's Manchild.'"

Laughing, she said, "Thanks for telling me."

"It's only right," he shrugged.

"Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam," she answered. "Jan. Friday? Ok, but Michael really needs to-hello?" She hung up the phone and looked at Jim. "Jan's coming here on Friday."

Before Jim could respond, Michael burst out of his office. "Who was that?" He asked Pam. "Was it Jan?"

Pan nodded. "She just called-"

"Why didn't you transfer her through!"

"Michael, she just said that she's coming this Friday."

"That's it?" He rubbed his unshaven face. "When?"

"At three."

"Three…all right," he looked at his employees. "Everyone, continue," he went back to his office.

"My sixth sense is telling me that Michael and Jan are definitely doing it," Kevin nodded as he told the camera.

Jim stared at Pam. "Is there a way we could both not be here on Friday?"

"I wish," she shrugged as she picked up her purse and stood up. "I'll see you after lunch."

"Ok, bye," he gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Smiling, she waved and said, "Bye."

"You're unprofessional behavior disgusts me," Dwight said to them.

"Dwight," Angela stiffly said.

"Angela, I hope you have a good lunch," he told his girlfriend.

"Likewise, Dwight," she tipped her head.

Pam looked at Jim and rolled her eyes before leaving the office.

When he heard the kitchen door close, he lifted his head and smiled as he opened a can of soda.

"Hi," her voice was sweet. She put her arms around his waist.

"Hey," he kissed her. "So, how was lunch?"

"…..Interesting," she leaned into his neck, "turn off my mic."

"All right," he slid his hand down her back and turned it off. "How about mine?"

"I turned it off when I hugged you…"

He raised his eyebrows. "You are good."

She winked at him. "Jim….they know that I'm pregnant."

"What? What do you mean 'they'? And how?"

"The girls. When I told Meredith that she could have my biscuit she reached across the table and knocked over my purse…..my prenatal vitamins fell out," she gave him an uneasy smile.

"There goes our secret," he quietly said.

"We don't know that…they promised that they wouldn't tell anyone."

"One name, Kelly!"

Her right forefinger pointed at him. "Hey, she may talk a lot but she knows how to keep a secret. Besides, we should just tell everyone. It's not fair if only half the office knows. They're our friends."

He nodded. "You're right. Let's wait though…."

"Until when?"

"Tomorrow."

"All right, we better get back," he led her to the door.

Phyllis smiled brightly at them when they walked past her desk.

When Jim looked down at Pam she gave him an innocent grin.

In the building's stairwell, Pam sat down next to Kelly and let her confession register in her mind.

"Ryan doesn't know," she cupped Kelly's shoulder.

She shook her head. "He's changed so much and-and we're so happy now. I don't want to ruin things between us but I can't let this go."

"Kelly….you don't know how he'll be until you tell him. With Roy, I already knew."

"I just don't want to lose what we have….but I know that I can't keep this from him."

Pam placed her hand on Kelly's wrist. "Ryan loves you. Nothing can change that."

A little grin spread across her face. "I know…."

With her hand loosely balled, she knocked on Michael's door before stepping in.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," Michael pointed to the chair across from him.

"What is it?" Pam asked.

He itched the stubble on his face. "I need you to be like Chris, brutally honest."

"What?"

"Pam, I promise that your job isn't at stake, all right? I just need to know how I look."

"Um…are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

She took a deep breath. "All right."

"Thank you. So…how do I look? Honestly."

"……Dirty."

His eyes narrowed. "Dirty as in rough and sexy or-.."

"Dirty as in filthy….and unshowered."

He nodded. "Ook, if you were to choose a celebrity…"

"Kevin Federline." When she saw the horrified expression on his face she immediately apologized. "Oh God, I'm so sorry-."

"No!" He yelled out trying to keep his voice steady. "You were just doing what I asked. Besides, you're being a good friend. No one should ever be 'Federline' dirty," he smiled at her.

She simply tipped her head. "Is that it?"

"Yeah."

Before she stepped out the door, he called out to her.

"Pam?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," she quickly grinned at him.

"Ms. Jan Levinson is going to grace us with her presence in about," Michael looked down at his watch, "five minutos." His laugh was nervous. "This is a big day for everyone here, it's Jan's swan song. Actually tomorrow would be but she's here to tie up some loose ends….," he muttered to himself, "and explain herself."

Kevin joined Jim and Pam at her desk. The Skittles rattled when he reached into the jar.

"They're probably doing it right now," he said to them as he chewed.

"Way to be professional, Kev," Jim replied.

"I did not need to hear that," Pam added.

Everyone pretended to work while yelling came from Michael's office. When Jan stepped into the office, Michael followed her.

"Jan, don't walk away from me!" He hollered. "You at least owe me the truth!"

Glaring at him, she shouted, "Do you really want to do this now?"

"Well I obviously can't wait until our dinner tonight!"

"Fine! I'M PREGNANT MICHAEL!"

A stunned silence passed through the room.

Michael leaned against the door frame. "You're-You-re…"

"Pregnant!" Jan yelled out. "With your child! And if you weren't such an idiot you would have found that out tonight instead of here, in front of everyone!" She felt her eyes welling up as she sped out the door.

Michael ran after her.

Dwight fell out of his chair.