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A/N - Hi again. As I feverishly search for those post season 7 episode one shots I did (can’t seem to find them all, so I may re-write the ones that I find are missing.) I give you this. The first story I ever posted on MTT. I fixed up the end a little.

Thank you to everyone who reached out to me to start reposting. Love to you all.
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“I’m not lying when I tell you I knew I wanted to marry her the moment I met her. Suddenly I went from a cool 20 something suave guy to a pile of mush, stuttering, feeling my face get warm, and felt my heart rate speed up to something around mock 5 speeds, the minute we shook hands on my very first day at Dunder Mifflin. I hoped she didn’t notice that my hands were sweating like waterfalls. She smiled, said something about my desk mate Dwight, and then she laughed, and I tell you, my heart stopped. I know I don’t sound very manly here, but as she walked me to my desk, I knew I had to find out everything about her.

When I woke up that morning I was sort of dreading going to a new job. No one likes starting something new. And selling paper? Not so glamorous. Definitely not what I had in mind when I received my degree in Journalism a few months prior. But hey, Journalists need paper right? I figured at least I’d make some money while I looked for jobs at local newspapers. It couldn’t be that difficult to do something as mundane as pushing card stock for a year or so. Then move on. That was my plan. But the moment I sat down, looked over at reception to see Pam smiling at me in the most adorable way, I completely forgot about my plan. I had a new plan. Marry Pam Beesly.

So it started. We out for lunch that first day, I needed to know everything about everyone in the office, or at least that’s what I told her. I just really wanted to get to know more about her. Unfortunately during that first lunch, I found out she had a boyfriend. Of course someone as adorable and sweet as Pam would have a boyfriend. She mentioned it in passing really. We had been talking about wanting to see ‘Million Dollar Baby’ when she said she probably wouldn’t get to see it since Roy wouldn’t ever want to watch it with her, and she hated watching movies like that alone. So I offered to go with her, trying to block out the sound of my brain’s internal alarm screeching like a freight train once I heard she wasn’t single.

A few hours after that lunch, back at the office, Pam came over to my desk with movie times. We decided to see the Saturday afternoon showing. Now any normal guy, after finding out that a girl he likes has a boyfriend of 6 years would back off, a normal guy would be aloof whenever she’d bring over a message, or talk about her favorite desserts, favorite songs, and favorite everything. A normal guy would say oh well, it was worth a shot, and just chalk it up to experience. Looking back now, I have to say I’m glad I’m not a normal guy.

I quickly learned that first week, that I could not ignore her, I couldn’t back off from talking to her, it’d kill me to not share laughs with her, no matter how much my brain told me to stop, drop it, and move on. I stopped listening to my brain that Tuesday of my first week. That was the day she showed me this little spot on the roof where she takes her lunch sometimes. We sat there eating, joking around, and I found out she has a wicked sense of humor. We started planning ways to torture Dwight.

She told me about her love of art, how she always wanted to pursue it, but Roy had thought it would be better if she had a steady job, since they were planning on getting married. So there it was. She was getting married. I chose to ignore that fact, and instead asked her more about her art. She said she’d show me some sketches she had done. She talked some more about things she’d done, places she wanted to go, like the MoMA and when I said we should go one day, her eyes lit up like fireworks. That was the moment I knew I was in way too deep.

I developed the habit of walking her out of the office after the days work. We’d have a 5 minute review of the insanity, she’d pat me on the back, tell me to have a good night, and we’d go our separate ways. That first Friday night, she asked me if we still had plans to see the movie on Saturday afternoon. I was going to say that I had forgot, that I had made plans. I learned pretty early on that week that being near Pam, knowing I couldn’t be more than just her friend, wasn’t going to be easy. But she looked so excited about it, her eyes literally smiling at me. It was that moment when I realized I could never deny Pam anything. She could ask me for a lung and I’d give it to her. She offered to pick me up from my house, I gave her my cell phone number, told her to call me and I’d give her my address and directions.

So that’s how our monthly Saturday afternoon at the movies began. And that’s also when she began teaching me how to drive a stick shift. That first day she picked me up, I marveled at how good she was with driving a manual car, and she said she’d teach me, without ever asking me if I even knew how. She pointed out how it was cheaper than an automatic, and that it made her feel more involved in the driving process. So one Saturday afternoon each month, we’d go to the movies, and she’d let me drive her car and she would be my driving instructor. I was going to tell her that I really knew how to work a manual car. I was sitting there ready for my first lesson, I put my hand on the gear shift, and she put her hand on mine and showed me which way the gears went. I couldn’t speak for about two minutes. I figured it’d be good to get a refresher course, since my Toyota was automatic. No harm in that, right?

Especially when during those lessons, I would find out more about who she was. I found out she hates the Six Flags commercial with the old creepy guy. She passionately hates hunting. She loves dogs, not so much cats. She told me once that her dream house had a terrace out off the bedroom. But her biggest wish at that time was to be able to take some art classes. I encouraged her to do that, but of course during that time she had a million reasons to not do it. As a friend, I couldn’t call her bluff. I just sat by and waited for things to change. I tried to distance myself, I tried to do things with other people without thinking about her, but it never worked.

How can you be someone’s friend, sit by and watch them be with someone else, when you’re absolutely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with her? When all you want to do is go home with her at night, make dinner together, watch TV and curl up on the couch together? When you know that no matter how much you might bicker, at the end of the day, there’s no one you’d rather fall asleep with. I’m going to tell you that it’s not easy. Every time I would see her get pushed around by the man that was supposed to love her, I knew I could do better. I knew I would do better. We became close during my first year of work.

She is my best friend. I just wanted to be around her. During our lunch breaks we would come up with new prank ideas to try on Dwight. She came up with the Jell-o mold idea. We’d do the daily paper’s crossword puzzle together. The words we couldn’t figure out we would make up. We would have races to see who could finish a sudoku puzzle the fastest. One day we saw an advertisement for this Cherry Blossom Festival, and we started making plans to go. We planned to meet up early and spend the day out. I was really looking forward to it, but the next day she told me something came up and she couldn’t go. I told her not to worry, that we would go another time, that of course she had things to do, with planning her wedding.

We did end up going to the festival, a few years later. We also ended up doing some pretty silly stupid things, things that made the other angry. But through it all, I never for a minute stopped loving her. I never will. I love everything about her. I love the crinkle of her nose when she’s concentrating on something at work. I love when she looks up from her desk and catches my eye from across the room. I love how she gets excited when there’s a bad movie on TV. I love how she pushes her bangs behind her ear when she’s nervous. I love how she can never be late to anything. I love that she forgets to put the cap back on the toothpaste. I love the way she hums a tune when she’s folding laundry. I love the way she looks with her glasses on. I love when she makes a big deal out of showing people our wedding photos. Our wedding was the second greatest day of my life.

This, today, is the first greatest day of my life, watching you being born. You’re probably wondering why I’ve told you all this, you’re not even a full day old. I just always want you to know, if you want something, really want something, when you know your life will never be the same without it, you better never ever give up.”

He sighs, brushes his lips across his new daughter’s forehead and turns to his wife, matching her grin with his own.

“Hey,” she says groggily. “Lots to talk about.”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to show her how to do everything.”

“Me too.”

“Feeling any better?” he asks, moving to sit on the hospital bed.

“A little.” She leans over, kisses his arm. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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Chapter End Notes:
Next, I'm going to try and put back together A Blink of an Eye, should take a few days, and I'll continue my season 7 one shot search.


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