"Hey Jim?" Pam asked quietly and tiredly on the ride to Dunder Mifflin one morning.
"Mhm?" He answered, keeping his sleepy eyes on the road.
"How's the wedding stuff coming along?"
"I have pictures of a few reception halls to show you, the hotels are booked, we have a tasting this weekend, and I figured we'd do the honeymoon together."
Pam smiled. She'd been nervous, but she should have known that Jim was more than capable of the tasks she had delegated to him. "Thank you so much, babe. Not having that on my plate has meant so much to me, it's been really nice to not have to stress about it."
"Of course, sweetheart. I mean, you're carrying a baby, having to take care of yourself like that and having to plan a wedding just didn't make sense." Jim said as if it was obvious.
"Well, I really appreciate it," she smiled, getting out of the car and walking with Jim to the elevator, praying for an uncharacteristically normal day at the office.
Later that night, Jim and Pam sat together on the couch, both in sweatpants and hoodies, Jim's laptop between the two of them as they looked at pictures of various reception locations, trying to pick a favorite.
"This one is more spacious, but this one has a bigger dancing area," Pam compared.
"Please tell me we're going to see some of those famous Beesly dance moves," Jim teased.
"Oh God, my dancing is so dorky." Pam said, laughing.
"I know. It's very cute." Jim responded, causing Pam to blush.
"Well, we'll see as much dancing as little baby Halpert will allow," Pam said, placing her hands on her stomach.
"It's too bad you won't be able to drink. You being drunk and trying to dance might be too adorable for me to handle."
"You're such a kiss-ass!" Pam teased, giving him a light shove.
"I'm being serious!" Jim defended himself, laughing.
"Yeah, if by "adorable" you mean "painfully awkward and embarrassing," Pam contradicted.
"Is that what you think adorable means? God, make sure we don't our kid to wherever you went to school." Jim teased.
"Well I grew up in Scranton, so the baby's going through the same school system, unless you feel like moving." Pam said, not really being serious.
"Do you feel like moving?" Jim asked. It certainly wasn't a problem yet, but they only lived in a one bedroom apartment.
"Not out of Scranton! We love Scranton," Pam said.
"Who said I loved Scranton?" Jim teased.
"You don't have to say it, I just know." Pam laughed, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, well, as much as we love Scranton, we can't stay in this apartment forever."
"Why not?" Pam asked, confused.
"Well, did you plan on keeping our baby in a crib next to our bed forever?"
"I think that's actually illegal." Pam said jokingly, but now realizing the issue.
"Exactly."
"Let's just take things one step at a time right now. I can't handle the stress of trying to buy a house right now." Pam said seriously.
"Fair enough. Did you pick a reception hall?"
"This one." Pam decided, choosing a spacious hall with a dancefloor that could still accommodate her guests.
"I'll book it tomorrow." Jim said.
"You're amazing."
"I try my best."
"You ready to go, Beasley?" Jim asked Pam promptly at five PM, tapping his fingers on the reception desk before popping a few jellybeans in his mouth.
"Absolutely," Pam stood up, smiling. They were headed to a meeting with one of the caterers Jim had picked out, and would be tasting a few different entrees and cakes. When Pam came out from behind the desk, Jim helped her with her coat, and they waved a few goodbyes to their coworkers, who were also packing up for the night.
"So, where are we going?" Pam asked when they got into the car and Jim began driving.
"This Italian restaurant called Carropolli's. They have a partnership with the people that own the reception hall that you like, and they have a small cafe just outside of Scranton. I figured driving all the way to Niagara falls for dinner wasn't in your plans."
"Good thinking," she smiled, laughing a little as she looked over at him.
"How's the baby?"
"Quiet. Sleeping, maybe." Pam answered, putting a hand on her stomach and smiling, thinking of her baby sleeping in her arms.
"We've got an appointment-"
"On Sunday." Pam finished his sentence. "Remind me to ask for extra ultrasound prints for our desks."
"Will do. I'll need a new frame, too. Or one of the pictures of us is going to have to go."
"Ugh, get rid of that picture of us at your nephew's baseball game, I look disgusting."
"Not even possible, Beasley."
"Jim, I didn't even like, brush my hair that morning," Pam argued, though she was blushing and holding back a smile at his compliment.
"Neither did I," he teased, pulling into the small cafe.
They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, Jim locating the manager, who he had spoken to on the phone. From there they were brought to a booth in the far corner of the cafe, where they waited for each dish to be brought to them. Pam took only a few bites of each, whereas Jim was finishing each plate as he got it.
"Jim, you're acting like I never feed you!" Pam teased, playfully hitting his arm.
"And you're acting like you don't know what food is," Jim countered, pointing his fork at the barely touched plates waiters had brought to her.
"I don't need to eat the whole thing to know what it tastes like," Pam said.
"Yeah, but it's our dinner." Jim said, wanting to make sure she was eating enough.
"Don't worry about it." Pam said dismissively. Jim stopped talking about it, but kept one eye on Pam's fork and it's seldom movements towards her mouth. After sampling various chicken, fish, and beef dishes, the manager told them briefly about the cakes they would be sampling. Pam vetoed the chocolate cake as soon as it was brought up, as she wasn't a fan of that particular cake flavor. Therefore, the first cake to come out was a lemon base with a coconut frosting, which Jim and Pam both agreed was too sweet. The next was a vanilla cake with a chocolate frosting, which was a bit too rich for Pam's liking. The third and final cake they sampled was a simple yellow cake with a berry flavored frosting.
"This one's so good, I could eat the whole slice!" Pam said, knowing she had made her decision.
"So then do it," Jim suggested, his tone making Pam unsure if he was joking or not.
"Oh, no," Pam said, shaking her head and pushing the plate away. "I don't need a whole slice of cake."
"But you want it, right?" Jim asked, his tone a bit edgy.
"Jim!" Pam reprimanded, and they were silent for a few moments. "Well, I like this caterer. I liked the pan-seared haddock and the chicken marsala, and this cake was my favorite. Is that okay with you?" Pam asked.
"Yeah, that's fine," Jim said. He wasn't picky, but he was distracted, nervous about the resurfacing of Pam's aversion to food. Taking a deep breath, he plastered a smile on his face for her. "You ready to go?" He asked.
"Sure," she said, allowing him to help her slip into the peacoat before they went to the car, Pam wondering why Jim was acting so weird.