She wakes up first, it's still nice and dark in her room, thank you Target black out curtains. There's a small sliver of light peeking through the window, allowing her the perfect view of a sleeping Jim. He's warm, and peaceful, his arm is still slung across her waist.
She faces him, taking a deep breath, she wishes it hadn't taken Roy and the bruises across her upper body to get them to this point, but it doesn't matter. She would fight every day for exactly what she has right now in this moment.
She reaches out tracing his jaw, and he stirs under her touch, his eyes open slowly and she's never smiled so big in her life. He can't help but pull her close, reveling in the fact that she's here in his arms, that he can kiss her good morning, and he does, long and slow.
He's suddenly decided that lazy morning make-outs with Pam is his new favorite past time. She feels so small next to him, her hair smells like shampoo and it's dried into her natural curl that he loves so much. Her feet are cold on his calf, and she's moved a leg over his hip and he feels like he's died and this is heaven for sure. She pulls away and whispers a "wow." He's smiling ear to ear. It's Saturday, and he can't wait to spend all day doing absolutely nothing with Pam. It's somewhat early, barely 9am. She smooths his hair away from his forehead, "Breakfast?"