A/N: Whoo-hoo! Another chapter is here! I hope you enjoy this…leave some reviews. You know the drill.

Disclaimer: The Office is not something I own.

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"Okay," she responded, "what are you doing?"

"I'm carrying you to bed silly," Jim teased and her arms wrapped tighter around his neck.

"You are going to be such a good father," Pam murmured against his chest and Jim froze. "I'm so glad I'm having your baby."

"What?" Jim whispered trying very hard not to drop her. "What did you say?"

"You're going to be a daddy," Pam whispered as Jim placed her on the bed and she returned to sleep. Jim was frozen in place.

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Jim laid next to a sleeping Pam, wide awake himself. He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there now, watching her sleep, watching the lights from the road dance across her face. There was a smile that graced her lips and he kissed her cheek. She sighed against his touch and he leaned back and continued to watch her.

"Pam," he whispered, "Pam honey wake up."

"Hmm," she responded but continued sleeping. Jim chuckled softly and kissed her again, this time on her lips.

"Jim?" she asked sleepily, "when did you get home?"

"A couple hours ago," he told her and she groaned against the pillow.

"What time is it?"

"Uh, four thirty," he answered sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "I haven't been able to sleep…"

"So you decided to share that joy with me?"

"Yup," Jim answered and Pam smiled and sat up with him, "I wanted to talk."

"And it couldn't wait until a decent time? Like nine, maybe ten."

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep until we talk," Jim told her and Pam nodded her head against his chest.

"Kristie was here when you got home, wasn't she?" Pam asked and it was Jim's turn to nod. "Did she say anything?"

"No," Jim answered, "she told me to talk to you. So that is what I want to do."

"I'm going to need coffee," Pam told her, "or at least something to eat. Will you?"

"What do you want?" Jim asked, "We have pretty much anything."

"Um," Pam thought for a minute, "do we still have that pasta dish you made the other night? That was really good."

"We do," Jim answered, "I'll grab you some. Would you like some juice to go with it?"

Pam nodded and walked Jim climb off the bed. She smiled as she watched him and couldn't wait to share the news of their baby with him. She was so excited. She hastily made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair and to grab the props she would need to share the news.

"Pam?" she heard him call from the bedroom. "Pam where are you?"

"In the bathroom," she answered automatically, "be out in just a second, k?"

"Mmkay," she heard him answered and smiled.

"You look just perfect," Pam murmured as she climbed back into bed with Jim, "Mmm, hand over that pasta bowl, I'm starving!"

"Here," Jim answered handing the bowl to her, "now, what was my sister doing here and why did she tell me that I needed to talk to you?"

"Well," she answered with a mouthful of pasta, "that was probably because I need to tell you something. Something, well, exciting I think."

"You think?" Jim asked, "Are you going to share?"

"Yeah, I am. I promise, I just want to talk to you about some stuff before. I mean, I just want to make sure that this, us, is…"

"Pam wait," Jim stopped her and took her hands, "I don't want you thinking that what we have isn't going to last. I'm not going anywhere, not ever."

"Okay, good," Pam said nervously, "good. I mean, that is good."

"Are you okay? You seem nervous, maybe. Something is up."

"Yeah," Pam nodded, "something is up. I just want to know…"

"I love you," Jim interrupted her with a kiss. "I always have and I know I always will. Nothing is going to change that. I want forever with you."

Pam hiccupped, "wait, forever…?"

"Yes," Jim said and rubbed his hands behind his head. "Do you want one of your Christmas presents early?"

"Wait, Jim what? Why are we changing the subject?"

"We aren't. Changing the subject, I mean. So, do you?"

"If you get to give me one then I get to give you one," Pam suggested and Jim cocked his head to the side. He could only hope that her present was what she obviously didn't remember already telling him.

"Sounds like a plan," is what he said instead and Pam giggled, "but I get to go first. Close your eyes."

"Jim?" Pam asked and Jim just shook his head, "fine. They're closed."

Jim waved his hand in front of her face to make sure they were closed and grabbed the tiny velvet black box from his coat pocket before popping the top open. Jim took a deep breath and Pam tilted her head to the side.

"Jim?"

"Ssh," he whispered against her ear, "do you know how much I love you?"

"Jim?"

"Do you?" Jim asked again and Pam nodded, "good. You mean the world to me. You always have. I never thought when I took the job as a paper salesman that I would change my life forever. I met the girl of my dreams in that little office and I'd never change anything."

"Not anything?"

"Well," Jim paused, "maybe one or two things. But that doesn't matter anymore, now the only thing that matters is us. I don't want to lose you and I want you to know that I'm nothing like any other guys you've ever been with…"

"You're nothing like Roy," Pam interrupted, "you never have been and you won't ever be. I know that."

"Okay," Jim said again and removed the ring from the box and held it in between his fingers, "I want to build a life with you."

"How much longer do I have to keep my eyes closed Jim?"

"Just another second," Jim answered and took her left hand with his. "I don't want to wait. I feel like I've been waiting forever. I just want you to not be my girlfriend anymore…"

"Jim?"

"I want you to be my wife…"

Pam's eyes flew open and her mouth was open in shock. She peered down at their hands and watched him slide the perfect solitaire diamond ring onto her finger and all words were lost. Jim rubbed her hand with his and waited for a response.

He found is voice again, "Will you…Pam, will you marry me?"

Pam smiled at the brokenness his voice held and the throaty gasp and nodded, still unable to process or form any words.

"Pam?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, "I mean, are you sure this is what you want? I don't want you to…"

"Pam, this is what I want more than anything else," Jim assured her, "I've waited a long time to do this. To ask this question, to be with you."

"Jim," Pam stopped him, "I have to tell you something."

"So are you going to answer?" Jim asked, "You are making me very nervous here."

"Here," Pam handed him a plastic zip-lock bag, "I need you to look at this."

"What?" Jim asked and realized what was inside, "so you weren't dreaming."

"Dreaming? Jim what are you talking about?"

"When I was carrying you to bed you where talking in your sleep and I thought you were dreaming."

"What did I say?"

"That I was going to be a good father," Jim said with a shrug.

"Well that is true," Pam answered with a smug smile, "our baby is going to be very lucky in the father department."

"The mother department too," Jim answered placing a kiss on her lips. "You know, you still haven't answered my question."

"I know," Pam answered with another smile, "I'm trying to make you sweat."

"Well it's working," Jim answered.

"Are you okay becoming a father?"

"I'm ecstatic," Jim assured her, "I want kids and I want kids with you."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Jim answered, "just as sure as I am that I want you to be my wife."

"When?"

"When what?"

"When can we get married? You said you didn't want to wait long."

"I'll be ready whenever you are," Jim answered. "Yesterday would have worked for me."

"Want to take a trip to Atlantic City?" Pam asked and Jim's eyebrows raised in unasked questions. "What? We could be married by tomorrow."

"You don't really want to elope do you?" Jim asked, "you want to plan a wedding, don't you?"

"I don't have to," Pam told him, "I've been there, done that and it wasn't it was all cracked up to be. I just want to be married."

"But your family?"

"They can meet us tomorrow," Pam suggested, "your family too. What do you say?"

"Is this what you really want?"

"Yeah," Pam said, "start packing. Let's get going."

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A/N: So…what do you think? You know how to tell me.