Step 7: Little kids

Always add a little spark of light

To a dark, dark office

It was true, Pam did want children. A cute little girl she could play dolls with or put clips in her hair. Or a little boy she could goof around and play with. It was the ultimate goal of many women, not just her, to have children. Especially now, since she was getting married. But, just her luck, she was absolutely terrible with them. Children always seemed to want to run screaming from her, making her feel like she would be terrible at taking care of them. That's why, today, she had taken some precautions.

She arranged the glass bowls of candy so they could be seen clearly from below the counter. She wanted to make sure the smaller kids would have access to the candy as much as the older ones. Jim had called it bribery, but Pam thought it was just being friendly. She just wanted to make sure the kids would have a reason to come over so she could talk to them. Like the witch in Hansel and Gretel...

Yeah.

Pam sighed as she watched the office from her aerial reception view. Stanley's daughter Melissa was sitting next to her father, ear buds in and her head bopping to some music audible only to her. A grin played on her lips as her fingers flew across her cell phone key pad, texting at lighting speed. Jake was flicking eraser tops and paper clips at a very annoyed Oscar and whispering swear words under his breath when he missed. Meredith ignored it all, merely focusing on her work. Pam glanced over at Abbey, who was sitting with Jim at his desk. She had the phone to her ear, and Jim was murmuring instructions under his breath. Both were rather giggly, and Pam's heart warmed. Jim was so great with children. Maybe he could help her out.

Pam glanced around for the fourth and final child that had come to the office that day, but couldn't find her. She scrunched her eyebrows. Where was Sasha?

Pam heard a giggle erupt from her right, and turned to look. She saw a glimpse of a very flustered-looking Ryan backing his chair away from his desk when a tiny blond girl suddenly emerged from under it. Apparently she had been playing hide and seek, and took his desk for refuge. She looked at Ryan for a second, grinned, then shot off, laughing and screeching like a child having too much fun.

Pam, who wasn't expecting that to happen, gave a small burst of laughter. Ryan looked over at her, and she tried to hide her smile by covering it with her hand. Ryan just smirked at her, looked over at Sasha, and widened his eyes when he looked back over at her. Pam gave him a look of pure heart-melt, saying Isn't she just so adorable?

You are such a girl. Ryan communicated back.

Pam grinned, looking down at her keyboard and pretending she hadn't caught that.

For the rest of the day, Pam couldn't help but imagine what her daughter would look like if she ever had one. She tried imaging her with brown hair and green eyes, blond hair and gray eyes, red hair and brown eyes... but nothing seemed to fit. Only one thing did:

Black hair, and blue eyes.

She didn't like to admit it, but she knew perfectly well why.

Step 7: Check