Pam was surprised how quickly the once cute little babies dressed up like bugs could make her really gag now.
She was on her back, feet in the cold, unfriendly stirrups, with a 14 year old girl scout slumped between her legs, poking around like she was painting a freaking picture. God this is humiliating, she thought, thankful that Jim had averted his eyes during the more "intimate" times of the exam.
Her eyes stayed fixed on Jim, watching him as he looked at the poster of the growing fetus- mesmerized by the picture. She saw him as he lifted one hand to tentatively graze his fingers across one picture, lost in it.
She felt cooled then, the tension beginning to subside over the doctor's pseudo attentiveness to Jim- blaming her hormones on her sudden mood swings. She thought with a laugh that the doctor is far more interested in her, given her current location at the moment.
"Alright Pam, everything looks good down here, let's get the sonogram out and take a look at her." The doctor popped back up into view and snapped her gloves off, tossing them into a basket next to the table.
Jim jumped back into reality- walking back over to the chair next to Pam and plopping down- twitching again.
As the doctor brought the machine closer, she regarded Jim with a smile- tilting her head to one side and raking her eyes over him again. This time Pam was sure she saw it.
"You know, Jim," the doctor started, Pam furrowing her brow and thinking, 'since when is she calling him Jim now?'
"…it's so nice to see such support these days, it's very. . . Endearing." The doctor finished coyly, continuing her work but not taking her eyes away from Jim.
Jim smiled, Pam watching his face try to hide the slight look of confusion- did he really have no idea what she was doing? Pam screamed at him in her head. Pam's head was spinning- the man she was going to marry, the father of her child is getting hit on by her doctor at a prenatal checkup! Pam wanted to tear the woman's hair out. But she knew she wouldn't- she couldn't ever do anything like that. So she settled on remaining quiet- watching the whole event play out.
"Yeah, I guess it goes with the territory," Jim smiled with a shrug, making the doctor giggle- and Pam's throat burn. She wanted to leave. Just to pop up and walk out and never come back to this stupid room with the stupid pictures and the stupid, stupid doctor.
She felt something cold on her stomach, and turned her head to come face to face with a blurry black and white image on a screen.
She felt her breath hitch- everything else fade out as she focused intently on the little picture of baby peanut. Her peanut. Hers and Jim's baby. She looked to the doctor who was smiling at her, nodding. "That's it," she pointed to a little mass on the otherwise black screen. "See that? That's your baby Ms. Beesley."
Pam looked happily to the doctor, who she noticed was eyeing Jim again. She turned her head to him, but saw he paid no attention to the doctor- he was fully engrossed in the small mass that looked not much different than a green bean. She felt his hand snake into hers, squeezing tightly.
"That's him, huh?" He asked softly. The doctor laughed as she answered, "Yup, that's him."
Jim's face still was frozen to the screen- transfixed. "Wow." was all he could managed. The doctor, not obviously liking to be ignored, decided to wrap things up.
"We'll, I'll print these out for you, and we'll schedule another visit in a few weeks- make sure everything is going smoothly, and I suggest you start taking prenatal pills. . ." Everything faded out to Pam, the whole thing surreal to her- she was going to have a baby. She saw him, he was right inside her, waiting for her. She softly touched her belly, still slightly gooey where the doctor hadn't gotten all the gel off and tried to feel him inside.
"Thank you so much Dr.," Jim popped up, grasping her hand as she was leaving the room. This lit the doctors face up, wrapping her free hand around Jim's.
"You're very welcomed, Jim- you must be so excited to be an uncle." Her thumb trailing a small suggestive trail on the back of his hand.
Jim's mouth fell open, giving him the impression of a dead fish. "Uncle?" He stuttered, half-confused, half horrified as he started putting things together. The doctor interrupted him before he could continue, never releasing his hand.
"Yes, it's so sweet to be here for your sister, she's very lucky… I know this is must seem a weird time for this but…"
In embarrassment, Jim quickly retrieved his hand from the doctors, his face reddening- "No." He quickly said aloud. The doctor's face stood frozen in shock, making it appear she hadn't heard no from men often.
Jim retried once he found his words again, "I'm the father, not the brother. That's our baby…" He said too quickly, the blush burning his cheeks. "Pam's my fiancé." He concluded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Jim watched as the doctor's face froze in a look of horror, quickly recovering into a friendly, forced smile. "Of course," she conceded, "I misunderstood, the last names and…" she trailed off, dropping her face down, gripping the door knob and quickly opening it. "Good afternoon, Mr. Halpert. Ms. Beesley." She nodded and quickly retreated.
Jim turned around slowly, a tightened smile on his face as he hoped he would find Pam humor at the situation.
When he met her cold. infuriated gaze, he knew instantly that no, in fact she had not.