"So what do you guys think about my latest brilliant idea?" Michael had everyone in the conference room for another one of his boring 'I have another great idea' meetings. This time he wanted everyone to come to work in their pajamas for casual Friday. It wasn't really a bad idea, if you were seven and it was pajama day at school.
"Michael I really don't think that.."
"Shut up Toby, nobody cares about what you have to say." Michael looked at him like he was about to kill him, although with Michael, I don't really know what to expect.
We were in the meeting for an hour and a half so far, just listening to all of Michael's 'great' ideas. Pam was sitting next to me, I kept glancing at her stomach and smiling. I was going to be a dad, I couldn't wait. We still hadn't told anybody in the office about it yet. Pam didn't think it was the best idea. I told her that we would have to at least tell Michael at some point because she would have to be on maternity leave. She just didn't want Michael to make a big deal out of it, I didn't blame her.
Pam looked back at me and smiled. I took her hand and smiled back. I really wish that we weren't in the office right now, her smile was just so beautiful I wanted to embrace her and hold her in my arms forever. I was pretty sure that would be very awkward if I did that in the office though. So I settled for rubbing little circles on her hand with my thumb. Our chairs were close enough together that nobody could see our hands.
After two torture-filled hours in the conference room, Michael dismissed us because he remembered that JC Penny was having a sale today. Thank god. Pam and I stood up and made our way to our desks. I liked having Pam's desk right next to mine now. It was certainly different though. It was weird hearing her answer her phone and not say 'Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.' I liked it though, it made staring at her a lot easier. I didn't get as much work done as I was supposed to, but I didn't complain.
When the work day was over I got out of my desk and went over to the coat rack to grab my sweater. Pam followed after me a little slower than usual.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "you look really tired." I looked at her with probably a little too much worry in my expression. But hey, how was I supposed to react? I didn't want her to be miserable.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired because of Michael's meeting this afternoon," she assured me. I felt better knowing that it was something that was going to go away after a good nights sleep.
I put my arm around her waist as we made out way down to the car. We got in unusually quiet today. Usually she would be telling me about how her day went, or about how she made an important sale today, or about something funny that Dwight did while I was in the bathroom, but today, nothing. I looked at her before I turned the car on, she didn't look like herself today, she looked sad.
"What's wrong Pam?" I asker her. She didn't respond immediately. She was looking at her hands, folded in her lap. She looked up at me, that's when I became scared, she had tears in her eyes. They weren't big tears, but they were enough to make me afraid. I unbuckled my seat belt and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Oh Jim," she said, "I'm so scared." Her words confused me for a second. What could she be afraid of? I was protecting her from everything. I couldn't stand for my Pam to be afraid of anything.
"What are you scared of Beesly?" As I asked her she started crying more heavily. I was so afraid that something terrible was going on. I pushed her head away from my chest lightly so that I could look into her eyes. "Pam, please talk to me." I begged her.
"I won't be a good mom." she said, although it was a little hard to understand because her tears were falling freely now, and she was crying harder than before. I looked her in the eyes, and kissed her forehead.
"Pamela Beesly, you will be the world's greatest mom. There is absolutely no reason for you to be afraid of anything." I told her. She looked up at me and shoved her face back into my chest. I held her like this a few minutes while I waited for her crying to stop. When it did, I kissed her passionately.
"I think you're right Jim," she said to me, "I'm just still in shock I guess." It had been almost two weeks since we had gotten the news from the hospital.
"I know Pam, me too. Can we go home now so you can get some rest?"
She nodded her head and returned to sitting the right way in her chair. I re-buckled my seatbelt and turned put the key into the ignition. The car rumbled to life and I backed out slowly. Nobody was left in the parking lot, we must have been like that for longer than I thought. I didn't bother looking at the clock though, I didn't really care how long it had takes, just that I had made Pam feel better.
"You know Beesly? I really love you." I said to her, taking her hand in mine.
"I know" She responded.