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Complications
Chapter 5
Irregular
"Wham bam, thank you Pam," Michael exclaimed as he undid his coat and reached for the messages she held out for him, "Not that you're getting any wham bam," he added quickly, "I mean because…well… you know."
"Yeah," she nodded her head gravely. If this graphics course didn't work out for her, she could always fall back on a career as an actress.
"By the way Pamela, you've been missing a lot of work lately," Michael reiterated for the fourth time that week, "Shall I phone up Mama Beesly and see what the DL is?" he questioned his mouth curling into a smile.
"I've just had a lot of doctor's appointments," Pam shrugged her shoulders and turned to her computer to continue typing up a memo.
"Appointments?" Michael questioned quietly, then a look of concern flushed his face, "Pam is everything okay?" he questioned as he leaned against her desk, "Is everything synched up," he paused, "down there."
"Michael?" Toby questioned from where he stood by Jim's old desk, "It's unethical for you to ask people what their appointments are about. Corporate warned you about that yesterday."
"Don't you have work to do?" Michael questioned him as he wrenched around to face the lethargic HR representative.
"I had to come up here to photocopy something," Toby informed as he held a piece of paper up in his hand to prove his point.
"Well go back to the back and do it there," Michael instructed as he pointed his index finger to the doors of the kitchen.
"I can't you moved the printer from there up here because you didn't want to have to wait to photocopy something if the other printer was being used," Toby reminded monotonously.
"Look Toby just go in the back okay," Michael demanded as he turned back to Pam who looked extremely discontented. "Pamela," Michael sighed, "If you don't brighten up I'm going to have to call in Jim Bag," he threatened.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. She was definitely beginning to feel nauseous.
"Yeah wouldn't that rile up things a bit," Michael continued as he leaned against Pam's desk.
Her hands were gripping the wooden ledge of the desk so hard that her knuckles were turning white.
"Pamela, have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" Michael asked annoyingly as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Pam are you okay?" Phyllis asked softly as she took off her coat and placed it on the rack by the door.
"She's fine," Michael waved Phyllis away, "She's just not regular, you know."
"I don't feel so good," Pam moaned as her hand moved to her stomach. Her face had flushed a bright red in color and glistened as a thin layer of sweat covered her skin.
"Well what's new Pamela?" Michael asked an undertone of irritation evident in his voice.
"Maybe she should go home," Phyllis suggested, her face held concern for the receptionist.
"No way," Michael exclaimed, standing up straight with his hands on his hips once again, "She's just going to have to tough it out."
"I think I'm going to be sick," Pam muttered as she hastily pushed past the two of them and made her way to the woman's bathroom.
"Weak genes," Dwight announced from his desk. He hadn't even bothered to look up at the scene, "Her parents must be anemic. Why else would she keep getting sick?"
Phyllis bit the bottom of her lip as she watched Pam whip open the bathroom door and run inside.
"See, this is why she doesn't have a man," Michael informed as he turned and walked into his office shaking his head. "Puking publicly either means bulimia or spinster," he added.
"Hey," a calm voice greeted her as a large hand shook her foot. She moaned and stretched her back out on the couch, it was one of those old stiff couches, she'd purchased it at a garage sale after Roy took the good couch.
Her eyes opened groggily and she focused on the man sitting on the arm of the small couch awkwardly. Jim smiled warmly at her and wrapped a hand around her foot, "You're freezing."
"I'm sick," she replied sleepily, her hand moving to her forehead as she sat up. She'd made somewhat of a recovery from before when her head was pounding and her stomach was literally doing cartwheels.
"You're pregnant," Jim reminded with a smile plastered to his face.
She sent a sideways glance to him as she reached for the water bottle and aspirin on the table, "You're never getting tired of that are you?"
"Nope," he answered as he flopped down on the couch next to her. He kissed her on the cheek and wrapped an arm around her back, "Not feeling good?"
"a little better than before," she replied leaning backwards and resting her head on his shoulder, "I threw up at work today and everyone knew."
Jim chuckled, "How did they know?"
"Well Michael was pretty much announcing it over the intercom. I'm almost positive that they had a staff meeting about it while I was in the bathroom," she commented sarcastically.
"So much for hiding our relationship," His hand moved down and was now playing with the frilled edge of her sweater.
"I don't want them to know," she declared. Her hand moved to his chest and began tracing the row of buttons on his shirt. "About the baby I mean, I don't want them to know."
"Well they're going to know eventually," his hand moved away from her side as he leaned forward and placed his other hand on her stomach. After a few moments he pulled it away and let it linger a few inched in front of her, "You're going to have to show eventually." He didn't want to get into the fact that she'd already put on a pound or two.
"Yeah, but eventually isn't now. I just don't want to have to announce it and have Michael telling me that I should cut down on sex and trying to convince me that it's Roy's and having Dwight wanting to examine me and…"
"Stop," Jim held up his hand, "My mind can only hold so many disturbing images at once," he shook his head when she laughed.
"I'm sorry," she apologized as she leaned in and kissed him gently.
"I don't think you are," Jim ran his hands down the side of her body and rested them on her hips.
She leaned into him once again for another kiss though it was more passionate than the first, "Are you getting my deep regret?" she questioned as her lips moved against his again.
He mumbled a response and leaned back on the couch his hands still gripping Pam's hips to steady her. Her hair was loose and falling over her shoulders as she undid his tie expertly.
His hand slid up her back to rest in her hair, which was when he got a glimpse of his watch, "The appointment," he murmured against the side of her neck.
She let out a sigh, and planned to move off of him until his lips pressed against the spot of almost untouchable skin behind her ear. She moaned as he continued to kiss the side of her neck, "We're definitely going to be late for that appointment."
"This is making me nervous," Pam repeated for the fifth time since they got into the room.
"There's nothing to be nervous about," Jim replied tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, "it's just our baby's first picture."
"What happens if it's an elephant child," Pam questioned, her fingers playing with the material of her sweater.
"Why would it be an elephant child?" Jim questioned as he stood up. He picked up one of the sonogram wands and began twirling it in his hand.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Pam questioned as she crossed her arms over her chest, "The next time I see your mom, I'm going to have to thank her for enduring the pain of passing you."
"Well I did way ten pounds and six ounces," he stated as he began to make weapon sounds to accompany his swinging of the sonogram wand.
"What?" Pam exclaimed then looked down at her stomach, "I don't think I could do ten pounds and six ounces."
"Well my brothers were closer to eleven," Jim continued as he began to maneuver with the wand.
"I was three," Her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at him, "My mom had me a month early and I was in the ICU for close to three weeks."
Silence fell between them uncomfortably. Jim looked away and scratched the back of his head. Pam crossed her hands over her stomach and disclosed, "I could do ten pounds and six ounces."
"Sorry I'm late," The Doctor announced as he suddenly burst through the door. Jim immediately dropped the wand and pretended to be investigating the room. "The radio station I listen to was giving away free tickets for a band if you were the one hundred and fourth caller," he explained as he pulled on two plastic gloves and snapped them against his skin.
"Okay, um, wow," Jim said confusedly as he took a seat in a chair by the bed.
"So Pamela," the doctor began, "You think you're pregnant?" he questioned as he took a seat on the opposite side of Pam.
"I am," she told him with a confident nod of her head.
"Really because I have no proof of it in your record," the doctor replied as he flipped through the folder quickly.
"I came in last week. You ran like eight tests and said I was pregnant," she reminded very calmly.
"Settle down there," her doctor chuckled, "Those pregnancy hormones are already starting."
"Alright," the doctor began and turned back to the counter to retrieve something. While his back was turned Jim sent Pam a very puzzled look, to which she only shrugged.
"We're going to do the ultrasound now," he declared as he returned with a tube, "I'm going to spread this over your stomach so the sound conduction is better," he paused for a minute and looked at Jim. "Who's this."
After a curt moment of surprise Jim moved out his hand to shake the doctor's, "I'm Jim."
The doctor shuffled all the items in his arms around until he had a free hand to shake Jim's with, "I assume you're the father."
"Yeah," Jim nodded and gently grasped Pam's hand in his own. She glanced to him and smiled.
"Alright, so this is going to be cold," the doctor informed as Pam lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach. Her hand flinched in Jims as the cool gel hit her stomach.
"Okay, let's get this done," the doctor exclaimed as he turned to face the sonogram machine to look at the screen.
They sat in silence for awhile; the only sound audible was the crinkling of the ultrasound.
Jim looked at Pam, neither of them knew what they should be looking for, and they were both more than nervous.
"Well," the doctor said after a few minutes, "this is really interesting." He placed the wand down and swiveled in his chair to face the couple once again.
"What's interesting?" Jim questioned, almost suffocating Pam's hand within his own.
"You're not pregnant," the doctor proclaimed stoically.
"What?" Pam questioned her heart beating like a bass drum in her chest.
"You're not going to have a baby," he repeated, sitting so calmly.
"That's not right," Jim shook his head. His breathing was beginning to quicken and his palms were growing clammy, "She has all the symptoms."
"I took all the tests and they all came back positive," Pam reminded, her bottom lip starting to tremble. The air was icy against her stomach, but she couldn't bear to look down at it.
"Well Mrs. Henderson, the ultrasound tells us that there is no fetus inside of you at the moment," he explained.
She blinked back the tears in her eyes and looked to the doctor quizzically, "My last name is Beesly," she corrected with a short sniffle.
The doctor furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to the machine, "Oh this is a picture from the last woman who came in," he announced with an embarrassed chuckle, "I was wondering why the picture wasn't moving."
He turned back to the couple once again who sat looking at him agape, "Boy is my face red," he laughed as he shook his head.
"Could we just please get the ultrasound done?" Jim questioned a little unnerved from the last few minutes.
"Sure," the doctor agreed and cleared the information on the machine, "Baby's last name?"
"Halpert," Pam answered before Jim had even uttered a word. From the corner of her eye she saw a sly smile spread across his face.
"Alright, let's do this," the doctor stated and placed the wand back onto Pam's stomach. For the second time the room became dangerously silent.
"There," the doctor pointed to an oblong outline on the screen, "That's what we've been looking for."
"Oh my gosh," Pam whispered as she and Jim stared in awe at the small fetus on the screen.
"By the size of the fetus, you're about ten weeks along Pamela," the doctor said, a little shocked, "By my calculation you should be due at the beginning of September."
"I just thought it was the flu," she shrugged, her eyes getting teary but for a different reason.
Jim leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple, "Can we get a picture please?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the screen until he noticed that Pam was looking at him, "I want something to go along with the pregnancy test that's on my mantle."