Jim could hear the alarm- he just chose to ignore it. He tried to rekindle the last bit of sleep he was able to achieve by shoving his head under his pillow and trying to blink out all distractions.
The alarm persisted. Grumpily he pulled his head from the pillow and slammed his hand down to silence the clock, reading the time he saw it was just after 7am. He swore under his breath, knowing they had to leave soon to make it to the doctor's office in time. He turned over to wake Pam, but was only met with empty bed. Swearing again, he pulled the covers off himself and padded down the hallway to the bathroom, knowing she had a head start on him.
He knocked on the closed door, his head spinning slightly from getting up too quickly and waited for her to respond. "Pam?" He asked, after she didn't respond. He pressed his ear to the door- hearing rustling in the room, but no response. Panic started to fill the irritation- what if she fell? He scolded himself, know quickly gripping the handle and opening the door.
He looked down in confusion as he saw Pam leaning over the toilet, heaving the contents of her stomach into the porcelain. "Pam?" He asked her again, awkwardly.
Pam's face shot over to him as she screamed "Get out! Get out!" and waving her arm away at him. Fear took over Jim's legs and they carried him back outside the door, slamming it shut behind him. He slumped against the door, eyes wide and alert as he slid down the frame of the door to a sitting position- waiting for her to emerge. There were not many times that Pam has yelled at him, each time being more playful than serious- but pregnant Pam scared the shit out of him. He was starting to become frightened of hormones.
He sat there silently, until he hear the toilet flushing and the sound of water running. Finally the door creaked open, and Pam shyly poked her nose out, seeing if he was still there.
"Hey." She uttered, her face embarrassed.
Jim looked up at her from behind his shoulder- craning his neck to see her through the small slice of opened door. "Hey," he returned, still on edge from before. "You…. Okay?" He asked only a little sarcastically.
Pam pulled the door wider- letting her face fall out and a smile play on her lips. She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, just a little morning sickness, I guess." She explained. Jim grinned, pulling himself up and stood with his palms out towards her, feigning fear.
"Can I tell you, that, was just truly terrifying." He laughed as he watched her roll her eyes. She pulled the door open and let him help her limp back towards the bedroom. He pulled an arm snugly around her waist and went on. "I mean, I thought my life was seriously in danger… it was frightening." He was still amused.
Pam couldn't help but laugh along- he just happened to catch her off guard when she was in there, and she absolutely didn't want him to see her losing her meal in his bathroom.
"Shut… it…" she pulled through the corner of her mouth at him. He continued to laugh, obviously enjoying himself now.
"I hope you didn't lose baby Halpert in the process.." He gently led her to the bed and helped her sit down. Pam took a swipe at him, but he was too fast, laughing and bounding off to the closet to pull out some clothes for the day.
"Screw you, I'm keeping my name." She stubbornly stated, folding her arms across her chest. "And so is the baby now, you jerk." She had to fully concentrate on keeping her face neutral.
Jim stuck his face out of the closet, giving him the allusion of a floating head- making Pam smirk. He came out with an armful her clothes, setting them beside her to choose from. "That's okay" , he shrugged, pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it towards the clothes basket. "I like your name. Maybe we'll stick with that and I'll be Jim Beesly." He laughed again, feeling the tension he's carried slowly melt away from his shoulders. It felt good to laugh- to joke again with Pam, like the old days.
Pam kept her arms glued to her chest, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him. "If I can ever walk again, I'm going to kick your ass Halpert." The words slipped out before she could stop them. She watched his shoulders slump, his back to her, and she instantly regretted what she said. When he turned around his face looked drained of color- his eyes focused on the floor.
He nodded slightly, as if to himself and she watched his eyes lose the vibrant exuberance that they had only moments ago.
"Jim," She started, dropping her arms to thread her fingers in the sheets tangled around her. He waved her off, trying to bring back the grin, but not being able to successfully pull it off.
"Let's get you in the shower," he said, his voice devoid of all feeling as he reached down and pulled her up off the bed. "We need to leave soon." He held her firmly as she hobbled back towards the direction of the bathroom, thinking to herself that this was going to be one of hard days- this time is was her fault.