"Are you sure? Like, really, really sure?" Jim gulped as he grabbed his work bag.

"Yes, I'll be fine, I'm okay." I nodded, holding my bump as I opened the door and waddled out to the car.

"Because I can take you to the hospital, that wouldn't be an issue." He sighed, following me out and opening the car door for me.

"I'm going to work. And not even labour will stop me." I smiled at him as I climbed in. Jim sighed and returned it slightly as he shut the door before climbing into his side.

"Last chance to change route and go to the hospital instead of to the office." Jim nodded, looking at me with one hand on the wheel and the other against my knee.

"That's what you said last time, babe." I chuckled, taking a deep breath. Jim looked at me.

"Is that the start of another contraction?" he asked. I breathed in deeply as I held my bump.

"I think so. It's okay, it's only a small one." I nodded.

"This isn't a good idea." Jim sighed.

"Well tough because you're taking me to work." I spoke.

"I love you but I so hope our kid isn't as stubborn as you are." He chuckled, making me smile.

"Okay, I know I've said this like five times, but this is really your last chance, and I mean it this time." Jim spoke as he helped me out of the car.

"I'm going to work today, even if it means I have this baby in the office." I spoke.

"Um, I think your fiancé, and the baby's dad, will have something to say about that." Jim scoffed, putting a hand on my lower back and helping me walk to the doors.

"I'm fine. It doesn't even hurt." I mumbled before gasping and squeezing Jim's hand tightly as a contraction hit.

"Liar." Jim chuckled, kissing my head as he opened the door for me.

Jim's P.O.V

"So, Y/N has been in labour for the past couple hours, which makes perfect sense since the baby is due today, yet here we are." Jim laughed nervously, gesturing his hands to the conference room that he was sat in.

"Considering I'm currently at work with my very pregnant fiancé who is literally about to give birth but still refuses to go to the hospital yet, I think I now officially hold the title of world's most worried expecting father." He chuckled, placing his fingertips against his lip. His smile dipped.

"Oh god." He gulped.

Y/N's P.O.V

I waddled into the office, holding my bump as Jim walked in behind me. Pam looked up and her eyes widened.

"Y/N, hey, what are you doing here?" she smiled as she came around the reception desk.

"The baby isn't here yet, I can still work." I smiled. She hesitantly returned it.

"But...aren't you due today?" she gulped.

"Yes, she is." Jim nodded as he helped me lower myself into my chair.

"Any movement yet?" she asked, looking at me.

"Yes, actually, since seven o'clock this morning." Jim gulped, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and biting his nail. Pam's eyes widened.

"You're in labour and you still came into work? Don't, like, all parenting books advise against that?" she scoffed.

"Probably." Jim nodded.

"I'm fine, I've had, like, three contractions in the two hours I've been in labour." I shrugged, resting a hand on my bump.

"Five." Jim spoke.

"What?" I asked.

"You've not had three contractions, you've had five since this morning." He nodded. I sighed and shook my head.

"Y/N, that's more than two an hour. Are you sure you're okay to be here?" Pam gulped.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's been twenty minutes and I haven't had another contraction yet-ooh scratch that, ow." I winced as I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched my bump.

"Pam, do me a favour and time her contractions?" Jim asked.

"Course, yeah." She nodded, smiling at me.

"You let me know the moment you want to go to the hospital." Jim spoke, looking at me.

"I will, don't worry." I reassured. He sighed and nodded, briefly pressing his hand against my bump before taking off his coat and putting his bag down.

"Uh huh. Yeah of course. Well, I can offer you free delivery." I spoke, talking to a client on the phone.

"Yes, I can do that for you. So just to clarify, the order is-ooh." I winced, squeezing my eyes shut and holding my bump as a contraction hit. Jim looked at me and his eyes widened.

"Pam, contraction!" he yelled before rushing to my side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I choked.

"Okay, honey, keep telling yourself that." He mumbled before taking the phone from me.

"Hey, yes, sorry, Mrs Halpert would love to close this deal for you but she'll have to do it another time as she's currently about to have a baby so she'll have to call you back." He nodded.

"Jim." I whined. He shook his head and stuck his index finger out to me, making me groan.

"Yes, sir, that's what I've been telling her for three hours. Thank you so much, have a good day." Jim spoke before hanging up.

"Babe, you're at risk of losing sales, I really think we should go to the hospital." Jim sighed as he crouched down in front of me. I looked at him.

"You just called me Mrs Halpert." I smiled. He returned it and nodded.

"You basically are, I may as well start calling you it so you can get used to it." He smiled before leaning up and kissing me. I returned it, holding his face before breaking the kiss.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, gently rubbing my knee.

"I need to walk." I nodded.

"Babe, I know you're uncomfortable, but walking speeds up labour and if you want to make it to midnight, you can't do any of the things that induce labour." He sighed.

"Not even have sex?" I pouted. Jim laughed and shook his head.

"Unfortunately not, babe. Should we go for that walk, and then you can relax for the rest of the day?" he asked. I nodded, making him take my hand as he helped me up. I took a deep breath as we started to walk slowly around the office, Jim's hand on my lower back.

"How's the mother of my unborn godchild doing?" Michael asked.

"Michael, I cannot stress how important it is that you know, you will not be the baby's godfather." Jim nodded. Michael chuckled nervously.

"You don't mean that, Jim, you're just emotional from the baby." He shrugged. Jim's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.

"How does that work?" he chuckled.

"I don't know." I smiled.

"Tell them why we're here, at work, on your due date, and despite the fact you're in labour." Jim nodded, looking at me before looking into the camera. I sighed and rested my hands against my bump.

"So, once we check into the hospital, we only have two days to have the baby and make sure everything is okay. If we go now, today will count as the first day, meaning we'll only have one more day for the baby to come and for everything to be checked before we have to leave." I nodded.

"Which is why we're leaving it until the last second, which isn't making me feel great." Jim chuckled nervously, biting on his knuckle.

"It's fine. Once my water breaks, which is hasn't yet, it could take an entire day for the baby to come so I'd rather get close, and have more time in hospital. Anyway, contractions are still ten minutes apart, I've got time." I shrugged. Jim looked at me.

"Ten minutes? I thought they were fifteen." He scoffed. I gulped.

"They sped up." I spoke quietly.

"Oh my god." Jim sighed, putting his head in his hands as he leant forward.

I sat at my desk, scrolling through websites and trying to ignore Jim's eyes on me.

"Y/N." I looked over my computer at Dwight.

"Your appointment to discuss Schrute Farms as a potential wedding venue was today, at 11:45. It's currently 11:44." Dwight nodded.

"Ooh, yes, let's go." I smiled, easing myself up as I held my bump.

"Um, Dwight, I don't think today is a good day to do this, maybe we should rearrange." Jim chuckled nervously as I started to pass him.

"Why would we rearrange?" Dwight asked. Jim narrowed his eyes at him.

"Because Y/N is in labour...so, as much as I can't wait to marry her, I think that today, we should think about the baby instead of the wedding." He nodded.

"I'll be fine, I want to keep busy." I spoke, patting his shoulder as I passed.

"I don't get a say in this, do I?" Jim asked.

"Nope." I shook my head.

"Sounds about right." Jim nodded, standing up and looking into the camera as he followed me.

"Okay, so the wedding package includes two goats, a maximum of five guests and our best room, the king suite." Dwight smirked. Jim and I looked at each other.

"Sorry, the maximum is five people? We've invited at least 150 so far and we're not done yet." Jim scoffed.

"Your parents, the foetus, and a witness each. Who else do you need?" he shrugged.

"Actually, babe, didn't we put the deposit down on that church in Niagara Falls yesterday?" I asked, my hands against my bump.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that." He nodded.

"Sorry, Dwight." I shrugged before squeezing my eyes shut as a contraction hit.

"Ooh, ow." I winced, gripping Jim's hand.

"Okay, I think we're gonna get back to work, thanks anyway, Dwight." Jim nodded as he helped me up.

"Yes, our wedding is going to be in Niagara Falls." Jim nodded, smiling at me.

"We've both always wanted to go to Niagara Falls and it's been listed as one of the most romantic places on earth to get married." I squealed.

"Yeah. Not to mention, since it's quite a long drive, a lot of people from work won't be able to come." Jim shrugged.

"Yeah. That was half the appeal." I admitted sheepishly.

"I can't get comfortable." I whined, putting my feet on Jim's lap. He sighed and looked at me.

"That's because you're in labour, sweetie, but you still refuse to go to the hospital." He spoke.

"Contractions are every ten minutes, we have time." I reassured. He sighed and ran his fingers over his chin.

"Hey." I spoke, leaning forward and taking his hand. He looked at me.

"It's fine. We've got time." I promised. He sighed and looked at me.

"What if something goes wrong? What if she's the wrong way, or what if your bleeding doesn't stop?" he choked. My eyes widened slightly.

"You just said she." I spoke. His eyes widened and he sighed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't wait. I called the doctor and found out. We're having a little girl." He nodded, his smile widening. I choked and returned his smile before hugging him tightly and taking his hand.

"I'm just saying, that's my kid in there, and you're my fiancé. I want to make sure you're both okay." He nodded.

"I know babe, and we will be-ooh here comes another one." I gulped as I gripped Jim's hand.

"Okay babe, you got this-wow you're really squeezing, ow, ow, Y/N, Pam!" he yelled, squeezing his eyes shut.

"What's wrong?" Pam asked as she rushed to us.

"She's about to break my hand, I think it's time." He winced. I panted as I let go of his hand.

"Thank you." He choked as he shook his hand out and stood up.

"YN, honey, I think it's time for you and Jim to go to the hospital." Pam nodded, gently placing a hand on my back.

"No, no, not yet." I shook my head.

"Babe, we really should go, that contraction was only five minutes after the last one, we're nearly there." He spoke, taking my hand.

"No, I'm not going, I can't." I spoke as I slowly eased myself up.

"Hey, hey, be careful, please." Jim gulped as I started to walk towards the door.

"Okay, good, let's go." Jim smiled.

"No, Jim Halpert, I'm not going to the hospital!" I exclaimed. His eyes widened slightly and he raised his hands in defence.

"Okay, okay. That's alright, everything is okay." He reassured. I choked as I sat down on the sofa and held my bump. Jim walked to me and crouched down in front of me, looking up at me as he placed a hand on my knee.

"What's happening, huh? What's going on in that amazing head of yours?" he chuckled slightly, taking a strand of my hair and putting it behind my ear.

"I'm scared, okay? I'm about to push a tiny human out of my downstairs, it hurts already and my water hasn't even broken yet. We don't know what we're doing, we could have a baby in twenty-four hours and we're completely responsible for her, it's up to us." I choked, tears running down my face. Jim sighed and nodded.

"It's okay. I'm scared too. We're both new to this, and all the parenting books in the world won't prepare us for what's about to happen. But that's how it's meant to be. It's meant to scare us, that's how we know it's an adventure." He smiled. I gulped.

"And I know it'll hurt, but I'll be right there with you. You squeeze my hand as much as you want, we'll be in the hospital so it doesn't matter if you break my hand." He joked, making me laugh. He smiled up at me.

"I want nothing more than for our daughter to get to us safely, and I want nothing more than for you to have a safe and clean birth, but the best place to make sure both of those things happen is the hospital." He nodded. I took a deep breath and returned the nod as I stood up.

"Let's go have a baby." I smiled as everyone came out.

"Alright." Jim laughed before grabbing his jacket.

"Good luck guys!" Pam squealed.

"Good luck!" everyone yelled as Jim guided me out, a hand on my lower back.