"Brayden, I know you got your report card today. Can I please see it?" Pam asked her son. She had waited until after dinner and he had never brought it up.
"Umm, ok." Brayden came out of his room quietly and shut the door; his sister was sleeping and he didn't want to wake her. He walked over to his mother and handed her the piece of paper.
Pam looked at it. It wasn't even that bad. She looked at her son. For some reason, Brayden looked scared. "Brayden, this is a pretty good report card. An A in Art; sweetie, I'm so proud of you."
"But I only got a C in Science and Math. I tried to study, I really did mom."
"Calm down Brady. I know you did. It's only the first repost card of the year. I was terrible in things like Math and Science."
"I know you were. Dad blamed you when I got bad grades last year." Brayden said, tears welling in his eyes.
Pam held out her arms for her son to walk into. "I want you to listen to me. Bray; whatever happened between me and your father was not your fault; and nothing like that is ever going to happen again."
"No Brayden. None of this was your fault. And you don't have to be afraid anymore. I would never hurt you. Especially over this really good report card ok?"
"Ok." Brayden agreed.
"Plus, if you want to be an artist, or a soccer player, you don't need Math and Science." Pam smiled.
This made Brady laugh. "Yeah, Jim from your work said that chicks dig artists."
"He's right kiddo. They do." Pam smiled at the thought of Jim. She shook her head, jumbling the thought. "Hey, how about we have some ice cream before bed?" Brayden nodded. "Ok."
The following week Pam sat in the break room looking through the Real Estate section of the newspaper. They were way too cramped in their tiny apartment. And all the sleeping on the couch Pam did was giving her major back pain.
"Looking to move already Beesley?" Pam looked up from the paper. Jim didn't know about her current living situation.
"Umm, yeah. I'd like to rent a place with an extra bedroom." She decided to say, alluding to the fact that she already had two bedrooms. "But I'm no good at this kind of stuff. Real Estate and what not."
Jim pulled up a chair. "I'm pretty good. I just helped my brother and his wife buy their new house."
"Really? Would you help me? To rent; definitely not to buy. I mean, if you have time." Pam said quickly.
"Of course I have time. So, are you looking to rent a house or another apartment?" He asked, going into business mode.
"I don't think I could afford to rent a house Jim." Pam said.
"You'd be surprised by what's out there. And you obviously would want something closer to some schools."
"Definitely." Pam smiled. Jim was being so thoughtful.
"Ok, well there are some pretty good places here. I could circle them for you and you could go and check them out."
"Would you go with me?" Jim stared at her. "I mean, what if the place sucks or I'm charged too much. I can be quite gullible."
Jim laughed, "You need a big strong man?"
Pam rolled her eyes. "I've done the big strong man thing Jim, and it didn't work out too well for me."
"Do you miss your kids when they go to see their father?" Jim asked, fishing for a bit of information.
"Umm, they actually don't see their father. He's in Los Angeles. At least, that's where we left him."
"Yeah, but it's a very long story and my lunch is almost over. So, you'll come with me? Maybe look at a few places tomorrow at lunch?" She asked, getting up.
"Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's perfect."
"Are you two expecting?" The older lady showing Jim and Pam a house asked.
"Excuse me?" Pam asked.
"Are you two buying a bigger house together because you're expecting a child?"
"Umm, no-" Pam started.
"Well; we weren't going to start telling people yet, but yeah we are." Jim smirked. Pam was speechless.
"Oh, that is so adorable. You two will have a beautiful child."
Jim pulled Pam close, his arm around her shoulder. "Thank you." Jim said.
"I'll give you two a minute to look around and discuss some things."
When she left, Pam hit Jim in the chest. "What the hell was that?"
"It was funny. You weren't going to rent this one anyways." He laughed.
"Yeah, ok. But do I look like I'm expecting?"
"No, of course not, you're beautiful."
"Thank you." Pam smiled. She wasn't sure if Jim was mocking or her the truth.
Jim smiled. He was telling the truth alright.
END CHAPTER 3