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Chapter 25

With his fingers tapping the steering wheel, Jim waited in his car. He smiled and leaned across the passenger seat once he saw Pam emerge from the apartment building.

"Hey," Pam beamed once she entered the car.

"Hi," he leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. "How'd it go?"

She touched his face before shrugging. "I don't know..Gabe was so hard to read. He didn't say anything when he was looking at my portfolio."

He gently hooked his arm around her neck. "He would be crazy not to hire you," his lips captured hers.

Her eyes shone with adoration as she said, "I love you."

"I know," he wore a cocky smile.

She lightly tapped his arm. "Jerk. Where are we going?"

"Patience Beesly," he simply told her before pulling into the street.

"Oh my God," Pam said once she stepped outside the car and let her eyes drink in her surroundings.

The image before her seemed surreal with its expensive homes with perfectly mowed yet toy strewn lawns. A group of children played hockey in the street as a young mother walked her black Labrador.

It took her a moment to realize where they were – the suburbs.

"Welcome to Bellewood, New York, Beesly," Jim embraced her from behind and rested his head on her shoulder.

She slightly turned her head and rested her forehead against his face. "It's beautiful."

He shook his head, "You spoke too soon," he turned her around.

For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. She leaned against him and sighed as she gazed at their dream home.

"So, what do ya think?"

"It's perfect," she kissed him. "But we can't afford a house like this…"

He smiled. "You're so pessimistic," he reached into his pocket. "Kyle sent me my check for the night I worked with him and Guy."

Her mouth dropped open when she read the amount. "Oh my God, this is half your salary!"

"I know!" He half laughed. "And it's for a night's work," he took her hand and led her into the house. "Come on, there's something else I have to show you."

"Let me guess, you also got me a pony?!" She joked as she let him lead her upstairs.

A quick chuckle came from him. "Better." He led her into the master bedroom.

Giving him a doubtful look, she said, "Come on Jim, nothing tops a-," she couldn't speak once she saw a pair of French doors that led out to a stone terrace. "Jim…" she stood on her toes and brought his mouth to hers.

His fingers stroked her thick curly hair. "I put it in an offer..nothing's final but uh…our realtor said it's gonna be pretty hard to beat." His mobile phone beeped. "Oh man…"

"What?" She looked down at his phone.

"They accepted our offer!"

"They did?!"

He happily nodded. "It's ours!"

"This is unbelievable!" As she embraced him, her eyes wandered to the corner of the room. "Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is there an air bed over there?"

A mischievous smile pulled at his lips as he shrugged. "I had a hunch that things would work out…"

Her laugh was melodic. "Well," she took his hand and led him to bed. "Since the house is ours it's only right if we…christen it."

"As you wish."

They both laughed as they fell onto the air bed.

Kevin stood on the hotel's steps and adjusted his microphone before speaking.

"So today Jan and Michael are getting married," he cautiously looked around. My fiancée Stacy, she's been pushing me to set a date but when she does I just put on my earphones and listen to Duran Duran…." he leaned forward and whispered. "I think she's onto me…"

"Today's the day!" Michael nervously smiled as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Ms. Jan Levinson will soon be Ms. Jan Levinson-Scott by the end of today and in a few months we'll have our own little Levinson-Scott. Wow…he or she would kind of be like the Jolie-Pitt kids with hyphenated last names." He pondered his last words and slowly nodded. "Come in!"

Jim walked in holding an extra dress shirt. "Hey Michael, Jan wants you to change," he held up the shirt.

"Why?"

He pointed at the armpit stains on Michael.

"Great!" He whined before unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'll just put it here," Jim placed the shirt on the chair next to him.

"Thanks…Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are their panty liners in the armpits?"

"Jan said that it would absorb all of your sweat."

Michael smiled. "What would I do without her?"

Thinking of Pam, he answered, "I know what you mean. Congratulations Michael," he stepped forward and gave him a one-armed hug.

"Thanks. Um…I know it should be a surprise but how does she look?"

"Beautiful," he gave him a reassuring smile.

He nodded. "I can't remember a time when she isn't." He tapped Jim's arm. "I'll see ya out there."

"Ok," he grinned before walking out.

Chris's voice was filled with elation as she said, "And now ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure of presenting to you, Michael and Jan, husband and wife!!"

Through everyone's cheers, Kevin pointed at Creed.

"I told ya they'd go through it, you so owe me a hundred bucks!"

"Damn it," Creed complained as he took out his wallet and handed Kevin a hundred dollar bill.

"Niice," he smiled.

As Creed ate cake, he told the camera, "I've been making counterfeit money for about…five years now," he nodded.

From her seat, Kelly searched the room hoping that he would be there, he wasn't.

"Would you care to dance?"

Kelly looked up and saw Jim offering his hand to her. "Pam's in the ladies room, she'll be back any minute."

"She's in there with Sam, Chris, Phyllis, Meredith and Angela, we'll be lucky if she come back during this century," he joked. "Come on." He smiled.

"Ok," she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Ryan didn't show up."

"I noticed," he nodded. "He told me that he had something to take care of."

"Yeah, like not being around me."

"You know that's not it, Kelly," looked into her doe eyes. "He loves you."

She glanced at the floor. "Just not enough."

"Jim!" Angela interrupted them.

"What?" The troubled expression on her face struck him.

"It's Pam…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Is she ok?"

After a second, she shook her head, "She needs to get to a doctor, now," she took his hand. "Bring your car around to the front, she'll meet you there."

"I'll tell Michael and Jan!" Kelly told him.

"Ok.." He nodded as he ran out of the room. His heart pounded against his chest.

His hands shielded his eyes from the hospital's blinding white floors.

"Jim," Michael and Jan ran up to him.

"What are you guys doing here?" He looked up at them.

"We couldn't stay knowing…" Michael turned to Jan.

"How is she?" She asked Jim.

"I-uh…I don't know. Her doctor hasn't me told me anything…" He stood up once he saw Dr. Jensen approaching.

"Mr. Halpert?" Dr. Jensen asked.

"Yes," he replied. "Is Pam ok?"

He glanced at his clipboard before answering his question. "She is…but….I'm sorry, she miscarried."

His heart sank to his stomach before shattering into a million pieces. Tears blurred his vision as he looked into Dr. Jensen's sympathetic eyes. For a passing moment, he thought his body had become numb until he felt Michael's hand cupping his shoulder. He graciously nodded before turning his attention to Dr. Jensen.

"Can…" He steadied his voice because he knew his heartache couldn't compare to what she was feeling. "I need to see her."

Dr. Jensen nodded and showed him the way to her room.

Her eyes gazed out the window hoping that the darkness outside would engulf her like some horrible nightmare and she would awake in his arms still carrying their child. The heart monitor pulled her attention away from the window. Its constant beeping echoed within her hollow body telling her that now, only one heart was in her; a broken one. She sensed his presence and turned to see his tearful eyes coming towards her.

Unsure of what to say, he took her into his arms and cradled her as they both wept.