I'm so sorry this is so short, but I've been really busy and haven't had time to update. Since I'll be busy tomorrow too and pretty much booked untill Monday, I decided to post a mini- chapter that is Pam-centric.
Pam Halpert wasn't feeling good. She had tried to go into the bathroom, but when she found it locked she just slumped down against the door, head between her knees. Waiting for the nausea to pass. "Pam?" She stood up quickly, trying to show Jim she was fine. However, she stood up a little to quickly, felt dizzy and stumbled. He grabbed her against his chest, steadying her. "You okay Bees?" he got his answer when she wriggled out of his arms and grabbed the trash can just in time. He looked on helpless as he rubbed her back and held her hair back. She collapsed back into his chest and wiped her mouth with a tissue. "Come on, we're going home" he said, pulling her back to her feet.
"No, I'm fine Jim, it's food poisoning from the taco Andy gave me. I knew it tasted off." she said. He looked a little disappointed, then smiled.
"What if we pretend you're contagious and go home anyway. Cece is staying over at Stefani's anyway, so we can have some us time?"
"I'm sorry, but I have a lot to get done" she said. He sighed.
"We can watch Cranford" he said hopefully, his last ditch attempt.
"Nope, not gonna work" he walked back into the main room sadly. She however stayed. Maybe she was contagious, because those tacos were delicious. She'd eaten four, which she'd never ever done before in her life. She had just been hungry yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that... now that she thought about it she'd been hungrier then usual all week. She hadn't eaten like that since...oh god. She couldn't be, right? There was no way, she was 42 years old. She was just hungry for no reason because their was no way she was... she couldn't even bring herself to think the word. She counted in her head. She'd missed a couple but it was just early menopause... wasn't it? She had to check. She went out into the main part of the floor and kissed Jim softly on the cheek, saying she was going to run and get a few more of the pens she liked. He tried to tell her that he'd get them and that she should go home but she ignored him and walked out to the car.
She felt like she was in a cliche movie where the girl sits on the toilet in the gas station waiting to see the results of a pregnancy test. The only difference being she was 42, not 16 and she was married to a wonderful man, not dating some bad boy. She looked at her watch, in five, four, three, two, one... She still sat on the toilet. Why couldn't she get up? Was she that scared? She reached for the stick off the sink and closed her eyes, before opening them. One line... and another line,she titled it to the side. If she looked at it this way it looked like... nope still two lines. If she squinted a little and turned her head slightly to the right... up, still two lines. After looking from all different angles, the only way she could she one line is if she covered the other with her finger. She just sat there then, looking at it. She didn't even notice when the tears began to fall. What would the kids think? What would Jim think? They had decided on three kids a long time ago. Three not four. Even though she was scared of this little surprise it would work out right? She put her hand on her stomach, suddenly noticing it DID look a tiny, teeny bit bigger. After over 8 years of having no baby inside you, suddenly having one in there was nearly as surreal as one she'd experienced this feeling the first time. She finally got up and drove back to work.
Do I write Pam any good? Now I'm curious. Have an opinion for me? *hint hint*