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Complications

Chapter 3

A Plus

How could I have been this stupid? She questioned to herself as she took the next exit off the highway. Thoughts were piling up in her head, and it was becoming very hard to concentrate on driving in the darkness of the night, not to mention the blizzard that Michael had thought would occur yesterday had started today.

She tried to keep her mind busy, tried to think of how this had happened, but her mind couldn't focus. After a large inhalation, she tried to bring herself to this morning. She'd woken up in Jim's arms after they'd fallen asleep with each other on the couch. She'd made him eggs and had cereal herself and he had convinced her to take a sick day from work even though she'd felt fine.

Jim told her that he made a doctor's appointment for her the night prior, and that she should definitely go Wednesday just to see if anything was wrong. He was worried for her, and it was sweet, so she didn't say no.

He left around ten so he could get to work by noon, and she hadn't wanted him to go. She never wanted him to go, but this time, she felt like she needed him to be there. She hadn't mentioned anything to him though; she kissed him extra hard and almost cried when he said he loved her.

Pam had been acting weird lately, so when he left, she decided to google her symptoms and was alarmed to find what the main result was. She checked out the possibility as fast as she could and after a few hours of panicking were added into the equation, it brought her to where she was now. Driving through Stamford at half-passed-two in the afternoon, during a county wide blizzard warning, trying to get to Jim's hotel.

He still lived in a hotel, though he'd found an apartment he liked, he had to finish making the final adjustments and signing the final papers, he'd probably move in next month.

She pulled into the hotel's parking lot and hastily pulled the keys from the ignition. Her face was blank for a few moments as she watched the snow fall gracefully and land on the hood of her car.

Her mind reverted back with when she told Roy that the wedding was off, that she loved him once, but didn't love him now, and until this moment, that was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life.

She reached across to the passenger's seat and shoved the plastic bag that lay there carefully into her pocket. Hesitantly she opened the door and set one of her ked clad feet through the four inches of snow that already lay on the ground.

She slammed the door and leaned back against the car to look across the lot to the mahogany stained door with the chipped wood that lead to him. Tears bit at her eyes, she couldn't do it, not right now, it was the last thing they needed.

They'd finally fallen into a routine. Before she started taking her classes it was hectic, who would go to whose house, Scranton and Stamford both held a lot of people who knew that they used to work together and still worked for the same company.

They'd decided unanimously to keep their relationship a secret for the time being. The breakup between Pam and Roy did not end well and rather than making it worse, they decided to keep their relationship incognito.

Now that she was taking classes in New York on the weekends, it was easy enough for him to drive up and meet her. He stayed with her in her hotel room and either watched TV or went out sightseeing while she had class.

As she opened the door of her car to get in, Pam realized that even if she didn't tell Jim, the problem wasn't going to go away. She slammed the door once again and began trudging through the snow to his doorway. Her hands disappeared up into her coat sleeves as her heart began to pound inside her chest.

With her hand cushioned by the plush material of her coat, she knocked on his door and nervously waited for him to open it. There was rustling on the other side of the wall and soon Jim opened the door.

Her body froze and she didn't know what to say. His face formed a quizzical glance as he stared at her, "I'm not in Scranton am I?" He questioned as he shoved his head outside and looked around, "Because I knew the blizzard was bad, but I didn't know it was Dorothy bad."

Her arms stood ridged at her sides as he looked at her with a large smile, which quickly diminished when she failed to respond. His eyebrows fell and he held out his hand to pull her inside the heated hotel room.

"What's the matter?" he asked as she stood beside him, her body facing his. His hands moved over her body quickly, tenderly brushing the fallen snow off.

"We need to talk," she told him seriously as she reached out and caught his hands.

His face fell more and his eyes grew wide, "Not like that," she clarified with a small peck on his lips.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack Beesly?" he queried as he grabbed the extra material on his sweater, "You know I can't take surprises well."

She bit her bottom lip, "We should probably sit down then," she suggested as she maneuvered past him and took a seat at the foot of his bed.

His throat became dry; the way Pam was acting was beginning to frighten him. He knew she'd been under the weather lately, but he didn't think it was anything serious. After a large gulp, he sat beside her and fought the urge to wrap an arm around her waist in comfort.

After a few moments of silence she shook her head, "I have no clue how to do this." Her bottom lip was captured between her teeth and turning white from the pressure. Tears brimmed her eyes as she continued to shake her head.

"Hey," Jim comforted, "it's okay," He pulled her to his chest and placed his head atop hers while running a hand through her hair, "Whatever it is, we'll get through it together," He paused and moved her back to look in her eyes, "Okay?"

She nodded in agreement and reached into her coat and pulled out a Ziploc bag with something inside of it, "Here," she told him as she handed him the bag and wiped her eyes with the back of her coat sleeve.

"What's this?" he asked as he turned over the bag and saw a white stick with two small, black addition signs on it, "I don't get it," he informed truthfully, as he turned the bag over in his hands again and again. "What does it mean?" he questioned moving his eyebrows into that face of sheer puzzlement as he came back to the black signs.

"It means we're having a baby," Pam answered with a sniffle.

His eyes grew wide once again as he looked back to the bag, then back up to Pam. "It's a pregnancy test," she clarified with newly shed tears rolling down her face, then added, "And we passed."

Moments of silence passed before either of them spoke again. Then finally with a smile on his face Jim spoke, "This is what you were worried about?" He looked at her, his eyes twinkling.

"Yeah," she replied softly with a nod of her head.

"Pam," he chuckled as he placed the bag on his bed and pulled her into him. His whole body shook with laughter as Pam's solidified with shock. "This is nothing to be worried about," he informed as he kissed her passionately.

"What?" Pam questioned as he broke the kiss. Her chest was heaving large breaths as she looked at him in surprise, "We're…"

"Just having a baby," Jim finished the sentence for her and looked down to her stomach, a grin spread from ear to ear.

"Jim," she voiced loudly as he got up from the bed, the plastic bag in his hand and began looking around the room, "We can't have a baby!"

He turned back to her, "Apparently we can," he disagreed as he held the bag in one hand and pointed to it with the other.

"Jim," she shook her head but a smile graced her face. "What about all the other things that are priorities right now?" she questioned.

"We'll deal with them once they come, Pam," he told her still gazing around the room, "It's going to take me about nine months to get over the fact that you and I are," he paused and grinned once again, "It's amazing." Jim walked over and knelt before Pam, taking both her hands in his, "I mean you know how much I love you, and you know that I love me too, and something that's both of us put together? It'll be perfect."

She laughed and moved a hand to the side of his face, "You're really happy about this, aren't you?"

"Are you kidding me? I haven't been this happy since that night we had the casino," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "And I'm keeping this," he told her as he showcased the bag once again, "I want to frame is as a trophy or something. I was looking for a place to put it…"

"Alright, that," she snatched the bag, "Is going into the garbage."

"Fine, but you're not going anywhere," he announced as he undid the zipper on her coat, "There's no way I'm going to let you two drive back to Scranton in a blizzard."

"You're really okay with this?" she asked as she shook her coat off and left it on the bed.

"I'm okay with it," he answered as he watched her carefully, trying to imagine her eight months from now. "Are you okay with it?"

"Yeah," she pressed her lips together, "I mean I was nervous about what you'd do, but I don't think I have to worry about that anymore."

"Oh yes you do," He declared as he pulled her into his lap, "You need to know that for the next nine months I'm going to be nothing if not overprotective. I'm going to be watching what you eat and where you sleep," He kissed her cheek and placed his hand onto her stomach, "And for the next nine months you're going to have to put up with my excessive stomach touching and conversations."

"I think I'll manage," she replied as she snuggled against his chest and reveled in the comfort and relief she immediately felt.