Mo chuisle mo chroi - the pulse of my heart (Gaelic)

Valentine's Day, 2010

This had to have been her 40th trip to the bathroom today, Pam thought as she lumbered back into the bedroom. Jim was sitting up on the bed with his feet out in front of him, giving her a smile she weakly returned as she backed up into the bed to sit next to him.

"Everything okay?"

"Aside from this baby's head pressing directly on my bladder, I'm fine," Pam replied.

He gave her a half grin, "Doesn't help that it's a giant Halpert head either, does it?"

Pam gave an exhausted laugh and shook her head head no, watching him as he leaned forward to kiss her on her forehead. Jim had been so attentive and sweet to her through this, she wished she could give him a more exciting Valentine's Day but she was so drained and the thought of having to push this giant Halpert head out of her soon and where it would be coming out of her hardly put her in the mood.

"I think I feel too blimp-like and gross to have Valentine's Day sex with you," Pam said with a pout.

Jim smirked, "Yeah, we really should have planned the timeline of this unexpected pregnancy better."

"You have plenty to pull from the Spank Bank though, right?"

Jim sat up straight and put his hands on either side of Pam's rounded belly, "Close your ears, baby, you did not just hear your mother say 'spank bank'."

Pam giggled, "The day I came back from New York was pretty good."

"This is outrageous," Jim said.

"First night in this house was good." Pam bit her lip, "Our stay at Schrute Farms was good."

"Pam, you know what happens in the irrigation room stays in the irrigation room," Jim said. After a moment, he spoke in a low tone, "My personal go-to is our first Valentine's together."

"Oh yeah?"

He gave her a slow smile, "Yeah, that was... a very good night."

Pam was inclined to agree, still able to recall vividly the way they all but ripped off each others clothes that night, her slick naked body wrapped around his as he carried her to her bedroom, frantically clearing off her vanity before setting her down then roughly thrusting into her, moans and expletives tumbling from their mouths and masking the fact the back of her vanity was rhythmically and loudly knocking into the thin share wall of her cheap apartment.

A reddish tint spread across Jim's cheeks and she was sure the same scene was going through his head, causing his smirk to fade and his eyes to get a little dark. She felt a stir low in her belly, and thought maybe she did have a little bit of Valentine's Day libido after all.

But when his lips touched hers she realized it was actually a different urge. "Dammit, I gotta pee again." Pam turned away and had to rock back and forth a little to gain the momentum to rotate her body and get her feet on the floor, and was both annoyed at and amused by Jim snickering. "Stop watching me, it's your baby's enormous head that's giving me the grace of a sedated bear."

"This is all going in the spank bank," he said with a laugh.

"Oh my God, please don't put anything from during this pregnancy in there," Pam said as she pulled the door shut behind her and waddled to the toilet.

Pam incorrectly thought Jim was done with his quips until she flushed, washed her hands and opened the door.

"I hate to remind you, Beesly, but we had our honeymoon during this pregnancy and that is definitely in there," he started up again with a smirk. "Also up until recently you have been a rather horny pregnant lady."

Pam blushed, "Have I?"

"Yeah, like, insatiable, I honestly will be okay with the break."

"It's going to be a while though, you know that, right?" Pam said quietly, once again carefully backing up to the bed and scooting back on the mattress.

"Pam, do you need to hear the waiting story again?"

Pam rolled to her left side, balling the pillow under her head. "I don't know, maybe."

Jim lay down on his right side to face her, "Well, there once was this boy, who worked with a girl, and he knew the moment he met her he wanted to be with this girl. Then it turned out the girl already had a boyfriend, fiancé actually. Maybe the boy should have let it go right then, but he knew this girl was special and was going to be a big part of his life. So the guy decided to wait. And he waited a while, and it was hard, all he had was small-talk over jellybeans, glances during meetings, the occasional touch when she handed him a document. Everyone told him he was reading too much into it, that she just saw the boy as a friend, but there was this sparkle in her eyes when she laughed at his jokes and he knew deep down she felt something too."

Pam smiled, silently telling him that she did feel something, long before she realized it herself.

"But she was planning her wedding to aforementioned fiancé and it got to be too much for the guy, and he decided he had to get away. One night, he stopped her to tell her he was leaving, and he looked at her and she was so pretty and the words had been on the tip of his tongue for so long that they just came out."

"Did they run away together?" she whispered.

Jim smirked, "Not exactly. See, turns out, telling a girl you love her one month before she's suppose to get married to someone else? Bad move."

Pam chewed her lip slightly, watching Jim cast his eyes down.

"So he left anyway, and spent the next year feeling pretty sorry for himself, and when he had to work with the girl again, who was now single by the way, he distracted himself by getting into a relationship with this other poor woman who had no idea he was just wallowing in self pity."

"Wait, is the boy suppose the hero of story?" Pam teased.

"He thought he was, but turns out the girl spent that time getting more courageous and when the boy was about to run away again, she literally walked through fire to stand before this boy and tell him she wished he would come back." Jim nodded, "So they saved each other in a way, I think."

"And then they got together?"

He placed his hand over hers, his fingertips tracing her silver band. "And then they got together, and she's about to have their first child, and they're pretty happy. Except she's worried he's going to have to wait a couple months before they can get back at it in the bedroom." He smiled, "But she should know, he waited three years just to kiss her and if he had to, he'd do it again."

Pam blushed. "He would?"

Jim scooted closer. "Absolutely" he whispered. He tilted her chin up, and started to close his eyes.

"Wait, he wants to kiss now?" Pam said, pulling her face away.

"Um... kinda," Jim said sheepishly.

"But he just told this big romantic story about how he would wait years for a kiss if he had to."

"If he had to, Pam, had to, he doesn't really have to wait now." He lifted an eyebrow, "Right?"

Pam shrugged, giving Jim her best "I don't know" look. But when he gave her his famously goofy "sad" face, she relented immediately and put her hand behind his ear, pulling his lips to hers. "Oh!" she said after a moment, and Jim looked at her with worried eyes, but she took his hand and put it on her belly, where the baby had started to stir. Pam loved seeing the wonderment on his face when Jim felt their baby kick, his smile wide and his eyes a bit shiny.

"The baby likes it when we kiss," she said quietly.

"I think they inherited your dorky dance moves."

Yes, she did, Pam thought. She couldn't resist the temptation anymore and called the doctor last week to find out she was having a girl, and now she couldn't stop smiling as she pictured Jim dancing with their daughter, little Mary Janes standing on black dress shoes at a some reception somewhere.

Once the baby settled down, Pam felt her eyelids get heavy and Jim pull the covers up to her shoulders.

"Sorry for unexciting Valentine's Day," she murmured. Soon she felt his lips on her cheek, his fingers toying with a lock of her hair.

"I'm with my wife, I don't need anything else."

The smile stayed on her face until she drifted off to sleep, possibly even after.