The car had been mostly silent, but Jim hadn't even noticed. He was pulled so deep into himself, that all he could pay attention to were his thoughts and the road in front of him. After a while he grew nervous. He needed to say something. Anything would be better than silence at this point.
"Pam, you're so pretty." Jim said softly, wishing he had picked something a bit more eloquent.
Pam smiled, a bit surprised at this random declaration. "Thank you," she responded.
"Do you know that? Do you know how stunning you are? I just- I just think it's important that you know," Jim said, trying not to sound too aggressive. Although his efforts were mostly successful, Pam knew Jim better than anyone else they knew, and she could tell something was up. It wasn't unlike him to call Pam pretty, but there was something in his tone, something sharp, that told her that he wasn't telling her what was really on his mind.
"Jim, what's wrong?" Pam asked, concerned.
"What? Nothing's wrong with me, why do you ask?" Jim said, now failing even more so to hide his anxiety.
"What aren't you telling me? Jim, I can tell that something's bugging you, just tell me what. Please." Pam implored.
"I'm just...really worried about you, Pam. I didn't want to push you in case it was nothing, but you barely ate anything in there, and that's not healthy for you or the baby. I really thought you got over that, and I'm not mad, but if you didn't, I just need to know how to help you." Jim said, and they both had flashbacks to the period when Pam first arrived at Jim's, and found it nearly impossible to stomach most foods.
"Oh, Jim, I'm fine, don't worry about it," Pam began.
"Well, I am worried about it!" Jim said, a bit more sharply.
"Jim, if you would let me finish, Kelly gave me a cupcake right before the end of work today because it was her birthday, so I was already full, and really didn't need anymore cake." Pam responded, frustrated that Jim had interrupted her.
"Oh, Pam, why didn't you just tell me that?" Jim asked after letting out a sigh of relief.
"Well, if you had told me what was wrong before now, I would've been able to tell you. I've come pretty close, but I still can't read your mind."
"You're right, sweetheart. I'm sorry I overreacted."
"It's fine, but you should know you don't always have to protect me. I can take care of myself. You know, that should kind of be a given when you're trusting me to raise your child." She teased.
"Our child," Jim corrected, smiling at the idea.
"Our child," Pam agreed, clasping his hand in her own.
"So what's left of wedding planning, other than the honeymoon?"
"Just gifts for the wedding party and the guests. We also need to pick some stuff, like our first dance song, and the song we want to walk down the aisle to," Pam answered, no longer stressed about her wedding, now less than two months away. "I have a fitting next weekend. I mean, the dress is going to be big, because we got it to fit me at seven months, but we might have to hem it."
"So can I see it after you fit it?" Jim asked excitedly.
"Absolutely not, Halpert! I'm already pregnant with your baby, we're at least keeping one tradition intact!" Pam teased.
"Not sure that's an equal trade, but I got the better end of the deal, so, fair enough," Jim laughed, getting out of his car and letting his arm fall across her waist as they walked back to the apartment.
Jim and Pam sat on the couch in their pajamas on a Saturday morning with a list of popular honeymoon destinations displayed on his laptop, trying desperately to find something that was "just right."
"Jamaica," he suggested.
"Oh, God, no. All I'd be able to think about would be Michael and Jan."
"Oh, God. Absolutely not," Jim agreed, shaking his head as he scrolled down the list. "Italy?"
"Way too expensive."
"Hawaii," he attempted.
"Too cliche," she protested.
Chuckling to himself, he scrolled to the next option."Tahiti,"
"Isn't that a food?" Pam asked, scrunching her nose in confusion.
"You're really cute when you're misinformed," he teased, kissing her forehead briefly. "Mexico?" He asked.
"One of us will get a disease!"
"That was a very Michael thing to say," Jim pointed out.
"Sorry, but no. Mexico's out."
"What about the Virgin Islands?" Jim asked.
"Do we need to take a plane? I'm going to be sev-"
"No, you can get there by boat. They're technically part of America, so we won't need passports, and it looks like…" Jim said, clicking a few things that Pam couldn't see, "we can go for a week and stay within our budget!"
"Are the beaches clean?"
"Here, look at some pictures." Jim said.
"I love it. It's perfect."
Taking the laptop back, Jim again clicked a few buttons and put in some information. "It's booked," he said, turning to her and smiling. Putting her hands on his cheeks, Pam gave Jim a long but innocent kiss on the lips. Smiling when she broke the kiss, he pulled her into his lap."I love you, Beasley."
They were quiet for a moment, Pam not needing to say it back for him to know she loved him, too.
"Jim," she said after a moment.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking into her eyes with a bit of concern.
"Are you still going to call me Beasley when we're married?" she asked.
"Absolutely! I mean, I don't have to… I guess I hadn't thought-" Jim stumbled over his words before Pam interrupted him.
"No, I think you should. You definitely should." Pam smiled, looking up at him.
"Well, in that case, absolutely, I will." Jim answered, smiling back, not knowing until now how much she appreciated her nickname, but that was just a part of what made her so adorable. She got so excited over the smallest things. Pam was great.