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AN: Here's the final part of My Happy Ending. I can't believe it's over! Sorry it took my so long to get the epilogue out—it took me a while to actually make myself sit down and write it because I knew it meant the story was over. But thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed, and who stuck with me through my sporadic updates. You guys have been the best audience! And now, without further ado, for the last time, onto...
4 months later
"So, you still won't tell me where we're going?" Pam asked super sweetly, hoping Jim would cave. She really hated not knowing their destination.
"Nope," Jim replied, popping the "p" for extra emphasis. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride," he grinned, knowing how crazy this was driving Pam.
"Fine," Pam muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest and sighing dramatically. She turned slightly to look out the window, hoping she'd be able to tell the destination by its surroundings. But nothing really looked particularly familiar. All she could tell was that they were heading towards the outskirts of town.
Oh well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Giving up, her thoughts turned elsewhere. To the last few months. To Jim. She hadn't known it was possible to be so happy, all of the time. Moving in together had been wonderful, especially since she got to spend all of her free time with Jim. She had also started taking a few drawing and graphics courses at night, which she loved. Things Roy had always forbid her from doing.
His name still sent a shiver down her spine every time she heard it.
Even though he was locked up nice and tight in prison, he still plagued her life with the occasional nightmare. Thankfully, however, those were becoming fewer and fewer every week. And Jim was always there to chase them away when they did occur.
Her heart always fluttered at his name.
Glancing over, she smiled warmly at the man she loved. He had been so perfect, so unbelievably wonderful to her. He was helping her recover and move on with her life. And although they still slept in separate bedrooms—Jim was insistent on taking things slow with her so she wouldn't be overwhelmed—she was hoping to remedy that soon.
Jim must have felt her gaze, because he turned to face her, a curious look on his face.
"What?" He asked, wondering what she could be thinking with that impish smile of hers.
"Oh nothing," she replied casually.
"No seriously, what are you thinking?" She could see how much he really wanted to know.
She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "Nothing important." Two could play at this secrets game.
Still longing to know, Jim focused back on the road, his mind trying to figure out just what her expression could mean.
Pam tried to stifle a giggle at Jim's "what is Pam up to now" look. She loved teasing him.
A few minutes later, Jim pulled off onto a side road.
Pam glanced around eagerly. She finally recognized where they were.
"We're at the lake?"
"Yup," Jim replied, with no other explanation.
They hopped out of the car and Jim took Pam's hand, leading the way.
Pam was too busy admiring the beauty of the area to take notice of where she was walking, and more than once Jim had to steady her or lead her around trees before she hurt herself.
But Pam was too entranced to hardly notice. The late afternoon sun was streaming through the leaves, casting streaks of light to filter across the path before them. The area was quiet as well, with only the sounds of the occasional bird chirping ringing through the air. It was as if they were alone in the world.
Finally, the trees opened up to reveal a grassy hill beside the water. Spread out on that hill was a large quilt, an extra blanket and a picnic basket.
Smiling, Jim pulled her over to the blanket and motioned for her to sit down.
"You did all this?" Pam questioned in wonder.
"Of course. Anything for my girl," Jim replied, as if planning something like this was the most common thing in the world. "Are you hungry?" Jim asked, poking around in the basket beside him.
"Starved," Pam said, now understanding why Jim had not wanted to eat anything before they left.
"Perfect," Jim grinned and began pulling out things from the basket.
Pam burst out laughing once she saw the spread.
Two pieces of pepperoni pizza, obviously cooked from a box in his freezer. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with the crusts already cut off for her. Mixed berries yogurt. Lays potato chips.
It was what they usually ate for lunch at the office.
When Jim pulled out two grape sodas, Pam quirked her eyebrow.
"Yup, from the office's soda machine," he answered her silent question, grinning. "And for dessert…" he reached behind him and set a bowl of M&Ms between them. "From your desk."
That sent Pam into another round of laughter, with Jim joining in this time.
"I figured it'd be nice to have an office meal all to ourselves for once, without any interruptions."
Pam had recently started working at the office again, and things had definitely gone back to normal, including consistently random interruptions from Michael. They hadn't really shared what had happened with everyone, but once the news of Roy's arrest got around, they just left everyone to their own theories.
They also hadn't shared the news of them living together, even though they arrived and left together every day. They left everyone to draw their own conclusions about that as well. It was kind of fun to hear Michael's theories especially. He pretty much guessed everything except that Jim and Pam were a couple in love.
Pam reached for a handful of M&Ms first, popping a few in her mouth and savoring the chocolaty goodness.
"Dessert first. Nice choice Beesly," Jim teased, before grabbing a handful himself.
After completely stuffing themselves on junk food, Jim offered Pam his hand to help her stand up. Leading her towards the edge of the water, they strolled hand in hand in a pleasant silence. The sun was just peaking over the horizon on its final descent, shooting its last rays over the water in a majestic array of colors that reflected off the still water.
Pam paused and turned to watch the setting sun. She leaned against Jim's chest and let out a contented sigh. She didn't think anything could have made this moment any better.
"Pam?" Jim uttered her name in such a way that she turned to face him.
"Yes?" She drawled slowly, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"Pam, I love you," he began, placing a finger to her lips when she opened her mouth to respond, indicating that he wanted to say this without interruptions. He dropped his arm and picked up her tiny hands, holding them tightly within his strong, warm fingers.
"I think I've loved you since that first day I met you. I knew I'd met the missing part of my soul that day, and although it took some time and tribulations, it has been completely worth it just knowing we're together now. My life has never been so perfect, and I've never been happier, than when I'm with you. Pam Beesly, I want to share my life with you. I want to laugh with you. Cry with you. Raise a family with you. Grow old with you. You are my life, and I want us to be together always."
Jim dropped to one knee before her and reached into his pocket to pull out a simple yet beautiful diamond ring.
Pam's eyes glistened with tears.
"Pam, I will love you forever, no matter what your answer is today, and I will cherish you and care for you until the ends of our days. So please make me the happiest man alive and be my wife, and share your life with me forever."
Tears ran unchecked down Pam's cheeks. Jim hadn't even finished his speech before she began nodding emphatically.
"Yes, yes, yes. Oh god, yes," she whispered.
Jim slipped the ring onto her petite finger.
The biggest grin spread across Jim's face as he surged to his feet and lifted Pam into his arms. She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him soundly.
When they finally pulled away from one another, Jim set her down but still held her close. Pam thought her chest might burst from happiness. Laughter bubbled up before she knew it, and she let herself succumb to the emotion, throwing back her head and laughing with utter happiness.
She couldn't seem to stop smiling. But then again, neither could Jim.
Pam felt like a little girl again. What was left of the layers and shields she had erected during her time with Roy came crumbling down, leaving her feeling completely happy and innocent and carefree.
She picked up Jim's hand and pulled him toward the water.
"Come on, let's go for a swim!"
"What? Do you know how cold that water is?" Jim protested. But he still let himself be pulled.
Pam dropped his hand and darted out into the water, clothes and all, stopping when the water lapped at her knees. Spinning around, hands on her hips, she sent Jim a delighted grin.
"Is my fiancé chicken?" She teased with a 'come and get me look.'
"No, but your fiancé is in love," he smiled, stepping toward her.
She shrieked when he rushed into the water to catch her, darting out of his grasp just in time. The rest of the waning sunlight was spent frolicking in the water like a child with the man she loved. The man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
She had never been happier.
Tear. Tear. And there you have it, the end of the story. Thanks so much for reading! Hope yall are enjoying the new season of The Office too. I know I am. And I guess this Thursdays episode—the wedding—could act like the epilogue to this epilogue, lol (assuming it all works out on the show, that is). Anyways, I might just have a few other Office story ideas up my sleeve, so be on the look out for those....thanks again for reading and for all of your support!
Until next time,