A/N I know someone who even though I have been trying to convince to create an account, just lurks and reads quietly in the corner. After a quick conversation I had today saying how the authors really do want feedback, I wrote this in the hopes that she will create an account and give start giving the authors that she enjoys reading, feedback, luring her out with one of some of her favorite topics.

Although not as big of a Chuck fan as some of us here (she more reads Harry Potter stuff), I'm trying to convert her. She by the way does not realize that I produce the FF Crap. SHHHHH NO TELLING :o

Not my best work (written during a 15 minute break), if I have anything that I can consider my best work since it is mostly crap.

(sorry, that joke never gets old :) )

Now I realize there are a couple of inside jokes, but I tried to make it crappy for everyone.

JC

Usual disclaimers: I own nothing, and Chuck is owned buy meaner, scarier people then me. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.

As always it seems, no beta and please review.

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October 31, 2010

One AM,

"Chuck wake up."

"Chuck, come on, it's your turn."

"Chuck, do not make me get my knives!"

Chuck opens one eye, and groans "Sarah, I'll give you an hour long foot rub before bed tomorrow if you go this time."

"Oh Chuck, listen right now I am the size of a whale and hormonal, I know where you hid my knives so you have to go look after him this time. But I will still take that rub, my feet are killing me."

Pulling the covers over his head "You are not the size of a whale, you still have 8 weeks before your due. You look beautiful And I seem to remember someone saying during the Olympics, that she had a new event to show me. Are you saying that..." He rubbed her bulging tummy under the covers"...was not a gold medal performance"

Sarah smiled"Oh Crap Chuck, I was extremely frustrated, it seemed forever since... well never-mind I must say I don't mind how it turned out. Someday I should thank Morgan for never replacing things in your wallet that he constantly borrows. Still, it's your turn to check on Casey."

Chuck gets up as he hears a crash coming from the living room. "He's been here eight weeks, honestly can't he find the bathroom by now."

Chuck feels the slap to his arm "Be nice, how would you like it being thrown out in the cold at his age? Oh and bring back some rocky road."

Chuck gets up and muttering something about LA heat, he goes out to the Halloween decorated living room, designed to look like a classroom of Hogwarts. He stops at the hallway looking around when he hears what he swears is a grunt from behind the coach. He goes over and sits down, nearly tripping over something broken, he grabs it off the floor and shakes his head.

"Casey, we have to talk, this arrangement is not working out. When you came to live here we sat down and talked about some do's and don'ts. You remember, no loud noises after midnight, no more using the plant in the corner as a place to pee, no matter how much you had to drink, no examining my dvd's or taking any of the stuff off my desk. We made you a nice room, why you keep breaking down the door every-time we seem to get out of site is beyond me. Now I am looking at the, what is this the fifth of these that I have to replace in eight weeks. Honestly how can you be such a trouble maker."

"Chuck, do you really think that is going to work?" Sarah had made her way into the living room "I really think we should put a bathroom in the bedroom, I almost didn't make it this time."

Chuck chuckles and rubs her tummy again "Can you talk to him, at least he pretends to listen to you."

Sarah kisses him and then runs her fingers through his hair "Well I guess we finally know who wears the pants in this family." She gets up and goes behind the couch and kneels down.

"Oh Casey, I realize that this is all new for you, but it is for us too. Listen we are all tired this week and we will work it all out but you two have to find a happy balance, but for right now can you please stay in your room when we are in bed. It really freaks your father out."

"HEY"

Sarah rises carrying a 10 week old beagle pup. "I know he can be grumpy like your uncle John, but he can't help it if I always wanted a beagle when I was growing up, and I have ways to persuade him to my wishes." Little Casey starts licking her nose and after a kiss to the top of the head, she hands him to her husband.

"Please but him in his room after you take him out to see if there he needs to do any other business, and this time check twice to make sure that crate door is closed." Sarah kisses Chuck who promptly spits out a bit of beagle fur, and holds up the leash "Sorry mommy, it seems that your oldest chewed through his leash for the third time this week."

"Ok then you, bad boy, off to your room then." Little Casey give off something that sounds a grunt and Sarah gets up and heads to the kitchen in search of the prized ice treat. "When you done with Casey, can you give me that foot rub. I promise to give back your Firefly DVD's, not used for target practice once."

Chuck scratched little Casey behind the ears and then brings the little guy eye to eye. "You know, your mother told me once to trust her, who knew it would come to this?"

Feeling an odd warm sensation growing in his chest, he looks down as Casey finished pee'ing all down his shirt.

"At least it's not crap"

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