A/N: Here you go. An extra serving of fluff, fluff and more fluff.

I think I'm done…for now. :)

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Six years later…

It was her favorite time of day. Pam sits at the edge of Emma's bed and smiles. "Did you have a good day sweetie?"

"Uh huh." Emma nods, her curls bobbing as she did. "Hey Ma - are you going to tell me a story or not?"

"Sure." Pam bites back a laugh. Her child was so demanding. "Which one do you want to hear?" She asks, dreading having to cross the room to pick a book from the shelf.

"The one about you and Daddy." She says with a sigh.

She needn't have worried. She knew that one by heart. Pam should have guessed. Emma asked for that same story every other night.

"OK. Are you ready?" She asks as she scrunches up her nose.

Emma nods again.

"Once upon a time…" Pam begins. "I was just sitting there, minding my own business…"

"Were not." Emma interjects, shaking her head. "You were answering the phone."

"Right. Excuse me. I was just sitting there answering the phone when this really tall, really handsome man came up and talked to me."

"And he was funny." Emma smiles. She knows without question that her father is the funniest in the whole wide world.

Pam nods her head. "Yes. He was really funny. He made me laugh all day long."

"AND not only that - he battled the horrible, terrible - most evil of all…Dwight'." Emma says her voice full of disgust and a twinge of fear.

Pam narrows her eyes at her daughter. "Why do I suddenly have the feeling that your father has told you a different version of this story?"

"He tells it different - but it still ends the same. You were bestest friends." Emma says softly, her voice pleading with her mother to continue.

"We were." She agrees her eyes dreamy.

"You still are - even though you're married now." Emma says authoritatively.

"That's right. Though we were silly and took a long time to get there."

"I won't be that silly. When I grow up I'll figure it out right away." Emma replies, sounding very sure of herself.

Pam bites back a laugh. It's easy to be so sure when you're barely five. "I hope you're right baby." She says as she bends down and presses a kiss to her nose. "Now. Go to sleep."

"'Kay." Emma snuggles down and shuts her eyes tight.

The smile still fills Pam's face as she carefully stands and moves to the door, clicking the light off and shutting the door behind her.

She waddles her way to the bedroom, her hand resting on the small of her back. Pam enters the room and gives Jim a look.

"What?" He says with a smile.

"You suck." She mutters matter-of-factly as she makes her way over to him.

She looks so adorable when she's pregnant he can't even take it. She also looks incredibly pissed off.

Still he can't help himself from teasing her. "So you're fond of saying." He laughs.

She glares at him and eases down onto the bed. "How many weeks am I now? A thousand?"

He bites his lip and ponders her question. "No. I believe it's still thirty-two." He rests his hand on her stomach rubbing a small circle over it. He is rewarded with a resounding kick and he smiles widely. "At least that's what it was this morning."

"You are absolutely no help. This is entirely your fault." Her voice is annoyed, but her actions belie her words as she inches closer to him.

Jim gives her a look of disbelief. "Ummm. I don't think so."

"OK. Fine. I was there too. But still…" She pouts.

His eyes sparkle as he remembers the night fondly. "You weren't just there. You were out of control. I mean, honestly. I was afraid for my life for a second."

"Oh shut it." Pam cuts him off and curls into him resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand reaches out to trace the buttons on his shirt. "Atticus?"

"Uh - no. That's just cruel." Jim's chest rumbles as he laughs at her.

"Bradley?"

He ponders for a second. "Keep going."

"Charles?" She asks hopefully. She thinks Charlie is a cute name.

He thinks she's cute when she does this every night - goes through the alphabet searching for names. Charles could work, actually. "That's better. Next?"

"Dwight?" She says simply.

"That's not funny." Jim's eyes fill with horror as he eases away from her.

"C'mon. He'd be so honored." Pam keeps going, fighting back laughter.

"NO WAY." He shakes his head vehemently.

"Oh alright." She sighs and runs a hand over her belly as she says in a hushed whisper. "I'll just call you that when your father isn't around."

Jim face pales and he looks like he might be sick.

She finally gives in as she sits up and smiles. "Stop filling our daughter's head with nonsense then."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks innocently.

"Horrible, terrible - most evil of all Dwight?" She gives him a look.

Ah. So this is where it's coming from. "She deserves to know the truth." He shrugs.

"Jim. You're going to give her nightmares." She scolds him.

"She needs to be prepared. I mean. Stamford isn't that far from Scranton. She might have to interact with a Schrute of her own someday. I'm just giving her the proper tools to defend herself."

He sounds so serious she's not sure he's joking. "You are insane." She says with a sigh as she lays back down on the pillows, suddenly exhausted.

"I'm insane about you." He whispers as he leans down and presses a kiss to her lips. "That is for sure."

"Who would have guessed…?" She says softly, her voice getting groggy. She turns her back to him and grabs his hand, pulling his arm around her waist as she closes her eyes.

"From what people say - pretty much anyone with eyes." He whispers against the nape of her neck. He knows exactly what she's referring to. She remembers the way they tell the story to Emma and he smiles.

"We were so stupid." She yawns and snuggles closer.

He nods and kisses her shoulder. "Yeah - pretty much. But we got it eventually."

"And that's what counts." Pam says with a smile as she drifts off.

"Yeah." He agrees as he holds her close. "That's what counts."