A/N: Here we are, the wedding day. I swear, I never know what I'm going to write for this story! I thought it was just going to be the last 1/4 of this story and then all this spilled out. Oh well, we'll see where it leads. Haha. I DO know that next chapter is the last one, and it's going to be freaking awesome. I'm not entirely sure what it's going to be, but it will be good. Review, and it'll be up faster. Thanks for all of you who review, especially those of you who review every chapter. You know who you are, and I am so incredibly grateful!!
She sat at the salon, her hair up in curlers and her nails spread out under the fluorescent lighting. Next to her, her sisters were laughing about how they used to do this kind of thing when they were kids. Her mom was watching them, laughing along, even though it was obvious they were making fun of how they group up. They were recounting stories of all four of them, huddled in their room in one bed, matching pink curlers in their hair and flannel pajamas on. Pam remembered the giggles and laughter that she was sure echoed down the hall whenever they had one of their famous slumber parties.

They didn't happen much when Pam was younger. Mostly, they happened after her dad had left, or on the nights when he was gone drinking or beating other people up at the bars. But the nights they did happen were special. She knew even then, when they were little, that she would remember them forever. And she had. Part of her wondered if those special slumber parties were the reason her three sisters were her bridesmaids. Other than Angela, there really was no one else she would have even considered.

She couldn't believe today was the day. They were here, at the salon, getting their nails painted and dried, their hair done professionally. In just a few hours, she would be slipping into her wedding dress. It seemed surreal to her, the idea that she would be getting married. For so long, it had been a close goal, but an unattainable one, as well. Now, all of a sudden, this goal was turning into reality. Her dreams were finally coming true. She could hardly believe it was happening to her.

She was marrying the man of her dreams, and she knew that it wasn't anything either of them were taking lightly. The night before at the rehearsal dinner they'd stolen away for a few private moments and had a really good talk, one of those talks that seemingly only came around a few times a year on a special night. But it was there for them. They'd walked outside to go sit and talk, and it had seemed like the world had stopped still. He'd wrapped his arms around her, as they were both so used to, and she'd settled into him, like a child settles into her mother's lap when she goes to sleep. He'd started talking, telling her all about how much he loved her and couldn't wait to marry her, and she'd agreed, telling him the depths of her feelings.

He'd said something then that had caught her off guard. He'd told her he would never leave her, no matter what she did. She'd been startled he had that kind of devotion and love for her, not because she was startled it existed but because she thought she was the only one that believed as she did. And there, sitting on the grass in his arms, they'd made the first rule of their marriage. They'd taken the word divorce out of the dictionary and vowed that, come rain or shine, they would truly be together forever. They'd pinky swore on it, and they'd both smiled, knowing that a pinky swear was stronger than any other type.

"PAM!" she heard her sisters giggling, and for a moment she resented them for pulling her out of the daydream that had entangled her for the past few minutes. She smiled, noticing they were all ready to go. Her curlers had been taken out, and someone had moved her hands from under the lights, and she hadn't even noticed. Her mom was reaching her hand out to help her up, and Pam found herself taking it, unsure of where exactly they were going, or what they were doing.

Driving back to the church, she felt a rush of butterflies overwhelm her, and she knew they were good butterflies. These weren't the type of butterflies you got when you did something wrong; these were the butterflies you got from the excitement that only came with knowing you were doing something right. She smiled, letting her hand rest on her stomach as she tried to keep them hidden within her. Butterflies were good. She liked butterflies.

She felt her phone vibrate against her leg and she smiled, pulling it out secretly so her mother and sisters wouldn't see it. They hadn't allowed her to have her phone with her last night at the party, and they certainly would have disapproved to her having it tonight, but alas, here she was in the car ride home, her phone vibrating against her leg, and even through the vibrations, she knew it was him. Her Jim.

She grinned to herself, sneaking it out of her pocket and turned toward the window, pretending to gaze out it. She opened her phone and looked down at the screen when she felt it fly out of her hands and into pink polished fingers, and she couldn't help but deflate.

"EMILY!" she yelled at her younger sister, knowing she wasn't really mad. She was giddy from knowing that he had even thought to send her a message, and she couldn't believe how excited it made her. "Emmy! Give it back!"

Emily smiled sweetly at her, opening the phone again and opening the text message, sharing it with her sisters in the backseat. Pam sunk down in her seat, thoroughly embarrassed by how cheesy her sisters would think she was. "What does it say?" she asked, crossing her arms and staring out the front windshield, daring herself not to break contact with the trees in front of her.

"I can't do this." Emily replied with a straight face. Pam jerked her head up and looked at the rearview mirror, the faces of all her sisters looked shocked. Her lungs felt like they were closing in, and she could hardly breathe.

"What?" she managed to choke out, knowing her voice was faltering. She couldn't believe it. How could he? In a text message? At all? What kind of asshole was he anyway? She reached her hand back at Emily violently. "Give me my phone." She sneered.

"Gee, Pam, chill out." Emily said, popping the piece of gum she had in her mouth. "I was only kidding. Its all about your sex life."

Pam's eyes went wide and her mother coughed, nearly swerving off the road. The girls in the backseat giggled, and Pam took the phone out of Emily's hands quickly, glaring at her. "You want to sit in the pew?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. Emily's eyebrows shot up and she sunk into her seat quietly. Pam turned to face straight ahead, giggling inside of herself. Teenagers.

She opened her phone, glancing at the text message, her heart racing to see what it said. What could he possibly have said about tonight? What could he possibly have thought was smart to text message her? My gosh, was the man an idiot?

She glanced down at the screen and saw the raunchy, dirty, unspeakable thing he'd texted her.

FINALLY!!!!!!


She could feel a smile forming, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress it, but to no avail. She couldn't have said it better herself.

He sat in the foyer, Charlotte and Anna each sitting on his lap. They were staring up at him, and he was having a hard time deciding who to look at, they were both gorgeous. He couldn't wait until he and Pam had kids of their own. He wanted girls. He didn't need boys, his heart would always go out to the girls. He knew Pam wanted at least one boy, though, so he might oblige. But really, he wouldn't be upset if all he got were girls.

Anna was begging him, "Teww me a stowy, Uncle Jim! Teww me a stowy!" Charlotte was scolding her younger sister, telling her that now wasn't the time, that Uncle Jim was too busy for stories.

Jim looked at Charlotte for a moment, his eyes wide. "Not the time for stories? Are you kidding me?!?" he asked, feigning shock that she would ever insinuate such a thing. Huge smiles lit up Charlotte and Anna's faces as Jim settled into his chair, beginning the story of a lifetime.

"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…" He started, but was interrupted by choruses of "Where? Uncle Jim! Where?"

He laughed, "I'm getting there," he said, pulling the girls closer. "Settle down." He continued. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away called Mifflinaria, there was a beautiful princess named…" Crap, he couldn't think of a name.

"Name her Bewwa, Uncle Jim," Anna said, looking up at him with her big blue eyes. He laughed.

"…There was a beautiful princess named Bella. Bella was the prettiest princess in all of the world. She wore very pretty dresses, and her hair was done up in curls, and she had the prettiest smile." He tapped Charlotte's nose lightly, and she giggled. "And ever since she was a little girl, she'd been best friends with a little boy named…"

"Uncle Jim, you really should start remembering their names!" Charlotte said, giggling. "It's obviously Joshua."

"I was about to say that, Charlotte." He smiled. "She'd been best friends with a little boy named Joshua. And Bella and Joshua loved to play in the dirt and they really liked to play pranks, but everyone thought they were being mischievous."

"What's dat?" Anna said, her brow wrinkled.

"Um, it means that they were playful in a not good way."

"Oh." Anna said, putting her finger to her chin and nodding a few seconds later.

"But Bella and Joshua loved playing together, so they didn't let anyone stop them from doing it, even if people did think it was naughty. But one day, they received terrible news."

Charlotte and Anna's faces went wide, their eyes taking in the shock of something being so detrimental to the princess and her prince.

"Back at that time, a princess had to marry a prince, but Joshua was just a poor boy, he was no prince. And so, since the princess was of marrying age, her parents forbid him to see her."

"Noooooooooo," Anna squealed, her eyes looking sad.

"Yes." Jim replied, pushing the hair out of her face. "Bella and Joshua were separated and told they could only play with people that were in their same social class." He turned to Anna, "it means people that had the same amount of money as they did." She nodded, glad he'd interrupted his story to tell her what it meant. "So years went by, and Bella and Joshua had to sneak around their parents and everyone so they wouldn't know they were still friends.

"Bella's parents arranged for her to marry a big, bad prince. His name was Roy. He was ugly and big and was very, very mean to Bella. He found out she was still playing with Joshua and ordered her to stop, and when she didn't, he hurt her."

Anna and Charlotte's faces all of a sudden got sad. "I don't like this story, Uncle Jim," Charlotte said.

"It get's better." He replied, patting her head lightly, but not wanting to mess up her curls. "So, Joshua knew he was very mean to her, so he told Anna that he loved her and wanted to marry her. She told him she couldn't because he was just a poor peasant boy, but she still ordered that her wedding with Roy not happen."

"Good! He's a meanie pants!" Anna said, and Jim couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Yes he was.

"Well, At the same time, Joshua's parents had found him a peasant girl to marry, but she was kind of weird and mean. Not friendly at all. And he didn't really like her. He went along with the engagement, though, because he didn't think he could ever have his Bella."

"What happened?" Charlotte asked, and Jim wasn't sure how to continue without hurting his nieces.

"One day, Bella was in trouble. She'd run away from home because her mother and father wouldn't let her marry the person she wanted to. Joshua found out about this, broke up with his fiancée, and chased after Bella."

Charlotte was smiling now and Anna was getting excited. They were both shouting now, "Then what? Uncle Jim, then what?!?!"

He laughed. "Joshua finally caught up with Bella, and when he did, he told her about how much he loved her and wanted to be with her. He was scared she'd reject him again, but he told her anyway. And this time, she didn't reject him! Instead, she kissed him!"

Anna's eyes went wide. "Like Seeping Booty!"

Jim chuckled. "Yes, like Sleeping Beauty. And then one day, Joshua asked Princess Bella to marry him, and they had a beautiful wedding with lots and lots of food, and then they grew up and had babies and ruled the world. The End."

Charlotte and Anna giggled. "That was a great story, Uncle Jim."

Jim laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, go scamper off and get ready, Uncle Jim is about to get married!" He grinned at them, his eyes wide as they jumped off his lap, giving him small hugs. He stood up, looking down at himself and grinning as he saw the wrinkles in his clothes. Bella was going to kill him.


He couldn't see her from where he was standing up at the altar, but he could feel her. He smiled as he looked out at all of their friends and family. In the front row sat Michael, grinning like an idiot (his usual grin), his arm around Jan. Dwight was cuddled next to him, trying his best to be appropriate, which was a hard feat. Angela's head was resting on his shoulder slightly, and when he caught her eyes, she smiled at him. He could hardly believe she'd smile, but he knew she was proud of them, in her own way. She and Pam had become friends recently, and seeing as she was one of the only ones in the office that knew the entire story, she was one of the happiest for them.

He saw his sisters sitting in the pews, their arms intertwined, not knowing what to do with their husbands in the back. Julia gave him two thumbs up, and he couldn't help but laugh. He glanced around at everyone else, knowing that today was perfect. Even amidst the wedding chaos that had engulfed them in the past few days, everything had turned out perfect.

The music started, and he could feel Pam's nerves on the back of his spine. He closed his eyes lightly, picturing her fluffing her dress in the back of the church, grinning. He smiled as he thought of her, and all of a sudden, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest, softening at the notion that she was finally, completely his.

He watched her sisters walk down the aisle, each of them holding on to his brothers-in-law, giving him a wink or a slight nod of approval. He smiled as the ring bearer came, and smiled even bigger when Charlotte and Anna walked down the aisle, throwing petals of flowers. His heart leaped inside of his chest as he remembered the order from the night before. After his girls, the girl came. The girl of his dreams. Everything he ever wanted.

They reached the end of the aisle and simultaneously blew him kisses and he smiled and brought his hands to his chest catching them and winking at the girls. Everyone in the congregation laughed and he blushed lightly, knowing Pam was probably wondering what the laughter was. And the he heard the music and she stepped out to where she could be seen, and it was as if time froze and the world around him was spinning, and the only thing still was him, staring at her, watching her smile and the twinkle in her eye as she clutched onto his father's arm to steady herself.

She walked slowly toward him, but with each step, he appreciated her more. He loved her more with each rose she stepped over, each sideways glance she gave him. He saw the tears start to fall down her cheeks, and soon she was hiccupping. He couldn't hear her, but he could see her, and he knew she was trying to stop it but she couldn't. Tears were falling down her cheeks fast, and it was all he could do not to run out to her and hold her in his arms like he had. He looked her in the eyes and smiled, and he could feel her clutch his father's arm, though she wasn't near him and he didn't move his eyes at all. She smiled at him, and he reached up and touched his heart lightly, knowing nobody in the room saw him because all eyes were focused on her.

She reached her hand out as she got to the front, and he reached his out. When their fingers touched, he felt a jolt of electricity surge through him, as if he was being awakened from a lifetime of sleepiness. He smiled at her and she smiled back, her cheeks glistening with the tears. She turned to his father and smiled as he lifted her veil and kissed her forehead softly, and he heard her whisper a slight 'thanks, Dad'. He smiled, knowing that her family was his now, and his was hers.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur. The vows came quickly, easily, each meaning their words but knowing they were just that, words. The real vow would be their years together, basking in the glory and crying together in the times that weren't so good. The rings were exchanged, each of them trying to get used to the new weight of their hands, but holding on to each other for support. The prayers, the silences, the sweet looks. And then the kiss came. She'd told him exactly how she'd pictured her wedding kiss. She didn't want it long and powerful, but she didn't want a measly peck on the lips either. He'd twiddled his thumbs in nervousness all day, hoping he could get it right. When he kissed her, he'd lifted her veil, trailing his finger over the side of her face softly, then cupped her face in his hands and leaned in and kissed her softly, longer than a peck, but shy enough that nobody would accuse them of having sex on the altar. When he broke away, he saw her smiling at him, her eyes not looking away from hers, and he knew he'd done it right.

They'd been announced as Mr. and Mrs. Jim Halpert, and he'd heard her squeal beside him, and he looked down at her, laughing to himself. He'd squeezed her hand and they looked at each other for a moment, before racing down the aisle to the claps of their family and friends. When they'd made their way to the back of the church, he pulled her out of the doors and into the garden and kissed her lightly, smiling against her lips. She looked up at him and smiled, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I never thought I'd find you," she laughed through the tears, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled.

"Surprise?" She giggled against his chest and he smiled, leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," she murmured.

"I want to shove cake in your face, Mrs. Halpert," he grinned.

She looked up at him, surprised, as if she'd just realized that was her name. She beamed and kissed him on the cheek. "You can shove cake anywhere you want, just keep calling me Mrs. Halpert."

He laughed, "Okay Mrs. Halpert." He took her hand and squeezed it before pulling her into his arms and kissing her one more time.


Review! And tell me if you don't just LOVE Anna and Charlotte? I mean honestly. They're based off two of the girls I nanny for. So cute!