Pam and Jim were sitting in a small Scranton diner with Jim's laptop in front of them, attempting to finalize a few things before their wedding shower that night. Pam wasn't supposed to know, but Jim had told her, knowing that she hated surprises, and large parties. Most everything else for the wedding was done, but they still hadn't decided on a song for their first dance. Everything was either too cheesy, too fast, or too eclectic to fit into both of their tastes.
"How about," Jim suggested mischieviously, "you let me surprise you?"
"I swear to God, Halpert."
"What?" Jim asked innocently.
"If you pick something weird about some sort of joke..." She threatened, though she was smiling.
"Beasley, I thought you thought more of me than that." Jim admonished, laughing. "I promise it'll be good."
"Thank you," Pam smiled, pecking his lips with her own.
"You excited for your party tonight?" Jim asked.
"It's your party, too." Pam said.
"Not really, I'm only dropping you off. Wedding showers are really about the bride." Jim said.
"Are you going to hang out with the guys?" Pam asked.
"Maybe. I was planning on just sitting on the couch and crying until you came home," he teased.
"Funny, I was planning on crying at the shower until someone brought me back to the apartment." She teased back.
"Hey now, none of that. It'll be fun." Jim said, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Oh, I'm sure Angela and Meredith will be a ball." She said sarcastically, taking a bite of her toast, though she had already pushed her plate away.
"I gave Larissa strict orders to keep redheads away from alcohol, you included." He teased.
"Dang, I was hoping to get wildly drunk while I was out of your sight."
"Let's keep the college-level partying for post-labor, and probably post-nursing, too." Jim suggested, moving to put his hand over hers in her lap.
"I suppose," Pam sighed, slumping her shoulders overdramatically.
"Well, our baby and I thank you," Jim smirked, knowing that Pam rarely drank, and even more rarely got drunk out of her mind.
"You're very very welcome!" Pam said in a sing-songy voice, placing both of her hands on her protruding stomach. Jim smiled to himself. She was so cute. She looked up to see him staring at her, and chuckled to herself. "Um, hello, creep." She teased.
"Is it creeping if you're my fiancé?" He asked, feigning genuine curiosity.
"I guess I should figure that out before I'm stuck with you forever, huh?" She teased.
"Too late. You're pregnant with my kid." He pointed out.
"What makes you so sure the baby's yours?" Pam asked mischieviously.
"Beasley!" Jim reprimanded, surprised. "Angela was right about you!"
"Well, what can I say?" Pam laughed, pulling her hands up as if to say "guilty."
"You could start with "you were just so God-like in bed that I forgot about everyone else," he suggested.
"I am not going to say that!" She laughed, hitting his chest with her palm playfully.
"Well fine," he said, pretending to be hurt. "You ready to go?" He asked.
"Sure," she responded, scooting out of the booth to let him out as well. He left a tip on the table and opened the restaurant door for her, helping her into the car when they got there.
"I can't believe you're through the second trimester already," Jim noted as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I know, we're heading into the hard part now," Pam said, not sounding too excited, but also not afraid.
"But then we have a baby," Jim smiled, taking a hand off the steering wheel to squeeze hers supportively.
"Yeah, then we have a baby," she smiled back. She was excited for her back to stop hurting, for her belly to go away, and for the swelling in her feet to go down, but most of all she was excited to hold her baby, and to watch Jim hold their baby, and to know that it would always be the three of them, a perfect little family.
Later that day, Pam flicked through her closet discontentedly, letting out an aggravated sigh.
"What's wrong?" Jim asked, closing the book he was reading and placing it on the bedside table, crawling out from under the covers to join her in the small walk in closet.
"I have no clue what to wear," Pam explained. "I don't want to wear anything too date-night, because it's a shower, but I don't want them to think I know it's a shower, either."
"This is just a theory, but you might be overthinking this a bit." Jim teased, putting his hands on her hips as he stood behind her, scanning his eyes through her portion of the closet. "What about the pink blouse?" he suggested, pulling the maternity fabric off a hanger. It was a simple three-quarter sleeve with a small rose decal along the collarbone.
"It's not fair that my fiance is better at fashion than I am."
"You picked it out at the store. I just know that it looks absolutely beautiful on you." he smiled, kissing her forehead as he left her to change.
Pam blushed and pulled the moment into her chest, relishing the moment. After locating a pair of maternity jeans, she changed quickly, bringing the shoes she wanted out of the closet.
"Babe, I'm wicked sorry, but can you strap these?" Pam requested, handing Jim a pair of sandals. "I can't quite get to my feet," she admitted sheepishly.
"I'd love to," Jim said, trying to overcompensate, as he could sense Pam's discomfort.
"There's a lot of trust right here," Pam said as Jim strapped her sandals while she sat on the bed.
"Oh yeah? How so?" Jim asked, looking up.
"Well, you trust I'm not going to do this." Pam said, tapping Jim's chin with her foot, just enough to surprise him without hurting him, his surprised face causing her to giggle.
"Cheeky!" He laughed, shaking his head as he strapped the other sandal. "You're all set, love." Jim said, taking Pam's hands to help her off the bed. She made a confused face.
"Did you do something bad that you're not telling me about?" Pam asked, her filter not stopping the sentence from the second it became a thought.
"What?' Jim laughed.
"You've never called me love before, and you just called my 6-months pregnant body in a maternity shirt beautiful." Pam pointed out.
"Well, you are beautiful for starters. I didn't plan to call you love, either. Is it weird? I won't do it again."
"No, I liked it." She smiled.
"Well then why did you assume something was wrong?" Jim laughed.
"I don't know, pregnancy hormones I guess." She smiled.
"Come on, Beasley. Let's get you to that shower." Jim smiled back, taking her hand as they walked to the car.