Title: With You I Am
Author: Kathy (BlondezillasMaid/Blondezilla90)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pushing Daisies, sadly ABC does which fucks, next to the CW, everything up!
Pairing: Mainly Ned/Chuck, little Alfredo/Olive
Rating: T (M for future chapters, plenty of warning will be posted)
Spoilers: You should be familiar with the season 2 storyline. Spoilers contained from 2x10 The Norwegians.
Summary: Chuck has the need for more normality in her life. Will her biggest wish for a baby be fulfilled?
A/N: Okay so this is not my first PD fic, but my first chaptered one. English isn't my first language so bare any mistakes my beta reader may missed. I hope you like it and you comment, cause feedback is always appreciated.
Thx to jen for beta, i love ya 3
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Chapter 1:
Confusion and Worries
It has been 4 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 5 days since Charlotte "Chuck" Charles had been woken up by Ned, the pie maker and childhood sweetheart. Ever since that day, they both had been a couple, although they both weren't able to touch. It was the prize they both had to pay for Chuck being alive again. They both coped with the whole thing very well and decided to stay together, although it was and still is very dangerous for Chuck to be around Ned, but as always the heart won over the head.
As Chuck was laying on her side of the plastic wall that separated her from Ned, she looked over to him and smiled lightly. His arm was wrapped around her waist, while his lips were slightly parted, small sounds of his snoring occasionally filling the air. It was the little things that amazed Chuck in every way. She loved him, every little thing about him. To some he seemed weird, but to her he was the most amazing human being.
She knew the first time she laid her eyes on him again after not seeing him for somewhat 20 years, that he was the one she wanted around. For the first time in her life she felt like she needed someone. Almost all her life she took care of her Aunts Lily and Vivian, not really caring about herself. Looking back she knew it had never been the best thing for her so she promised herself she'd start to really explore and live her second life.
Chuck never knew that Ned was different from other kids. To her he was just a friend. The guy from next door whom she had a crush on. Chuck was very young back than, but she knew even then that Ned was special to her, even if others thought he was a nerd.
Throughout the last 4 years she'd been alive again, they both had their up and downs. From coping with the no touching rule, getting to know that one of her aunts was really her mother, Ned's dad being alive over to re-deading her own father. Chuck's heart still was aching a little, because Ned killed her father twice, even if it wasn't intentionally.
The first time was 24 years ago, when he first discovered his powers and woke up Digby. A little while later his mom dropped dead to the floor, because he a blood vessel in her head burst. Ned brought her back to life, of course, but he didn't know someone else had to die after a minute. Sadly it was Chuck's father who was near by.
The second time wasn't Ned's fault either. Chuck knew the day her father ran away, 2 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days after being woken up by Ned, it wouldn't end well. She still remembered the day Charles Charles came back and tried to get Chuck away from Ned, but she refused to go. He wanted to go on all the adventures he promised her as a kid, but Chuck quickly realized that she wasn't the little kid anymore.
It was an inner fight for her to decide what to do with her father and Ned, but before she could even make a decision her father did what he knew was best. He apologized to Ned and gave him a handshake without a glove.
Chuck slightly shook her thoughts as her mind was replaying the memories of the day she held her father in her arms. She slowly slid down on the pillows and carefully took Ned's plastic covered arm in her own arms to hug it to her chest. She immediately felt his grip tighten, so she placed a kiss on the plastic and smiled lightly, moving her free hand to her belly.
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The next morning, Chuck woke up as the light shone through the blinds. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and turned her head to the side. She sighed heavily as she noticed that the bed next to her was empty so she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, walking into the bathroom to get ready.
Soon she was standing in front of her mirror, checking her makeup. She applied some lipstick and stepped back a little, looking at herself. She was wearing a yellow summer dress and shades. The only thing missing were her gloves. She walked into the bedroom and rummaged through the drawers, quickly finding a pair of yellow gloves. She put them on and smiled to herself, satisfied, grabbing her purse and keys as she walked out of the door.
A couple of minutes later she entered the pie-hole, where Olive was sitting in one of the booths with Emerson, eating some pie and downing some coffee. Her gaze wandered to the kitchen, where Ned was baking a pie. She smiled and snuck into the back, rounding the table.
"Hey there." She smiled and leaned over to extend her hand. Ned did the same and squeezed her hand lightly, looking up into her eyes.
"Hey, how did you sleep?" He asked with a small voice, his eyes fixing on the dough in front of him again.
"Okay...I was awake for a while, because I wasn't able to sleep...but soon I think I fell asleep," Chuck replied and switched into a different pair of gloves, picking up a knife to cut some strawberries.
"Oh that's why you slept in," Ned mumbled to himself, so Chuck wouldn't be able to hear him and grabbed the rolling pin. He had noticed for a while now, that Chuck wasn't really Chuck. She seemed less quirky and more reserved that usual. She had trouble sleeping and often he caught her deep in thoughts, with a sad expression on her face. Just in general she seemed sad.
Ned was about to say something, but a very hyper Olive danced into the kitchen. She wrapped both arms around Ned's waist, circling his body. He looked at her rather shocked and stiffed up a little, moving his arms up.
"Gooooood morning," Olive sang and let go of Ned, dancing around the kitchen. Chuck eyed her suspiciously and put her knife down.
"What's with you all happy happy?!" Chuck asked and Olive immediately stopped dancing, rushing over to her. Olive quickly held up her hand and grinned brightly.
"I'm gonna get maaaa-rried," she sung again and held the ring right under Chuck's nose. Chucks tared down on the ring and swallowed hard, feeling her stomach pull together.
"That's....great," she pressed through her lips and resumed her work on the strawberries.
"So Alfredo finally popped the question? My congratulations," Ned grinned and Olive dropped her hand, turning to look at Ned who was grinning brightly. He was happy Alfredo was back in her life, because it meant she was off his back.
"Yes he asked me last night for our 14 months and 13 days anniversary. Isn't he the sweetest?" Olive cooed and flipped one leg up, while her hand was on the table to support her upper body.
"Yes...very...," Chuck mumbled and tried to smile, but she failed. She quickly put down the knife and took of the gloves, excusing herself as she rushed out of the pie hole, leaving a confused Ned and Olive in the kitchen, staring at each other. Ned sighed heavily and moved his gaze back to his pie, as Olive asked the question that was also burning on his mind.
"What the heck if wrong with her?" Olive said and threw her arms up. Ned only shrugged his shoulders and sighed again.
"No idea. For a while now she's been a little down, but she doesn't wanna talk to me about it." He put away everything and took the dough, putting it into a backing dish. Olive handed him the big bowl with strawberries and scratched her head.
"Maybe I should talk to her...." She offered, but Ned shook his head in response.
"That's not a such a good idea. I will take care of it, don't worry," he replied and smiled, not really knowing if he was able to take care of anything, when Chuck was shutting him out like that.
End of first chapter. Comment?