I love writing this story, I need to thank very much to my beta reader, an execptional girl that not only corrects my errors but also adds little things to my story; it really becomes much more pleasant to read.
I love the fact that people that were following my previous story came to read this one too. Thank you people!
I need to thank the reviews and the alerts, especially to Bixie (you are iAmBixie, right?), to notinyourlifetimehoney, fore reviewing for both stories and to 0Twisted-Symphony6 for talking about the names. As people know, Stephen J. was Chuck father's name, but I didn't know what J stands for; she suggested to be Jay. Now, Jay it is!
Saying again that my beta reader is amazing, you should check her stuff. Thanks girl!
2 months later
Mary came to visit her son as soon as the news flew by her. She was going to be the grandmother of three, and Clara was turning one year old on that day. In the late afternoon, Chuck walked to the park at a leisurely pace, his hands resting comfortably in his pockets, and took in the welcome sight of the people around him. The park was crowded; the warm fall afternoon was kind enough to allow joggers to jog, and kids to play in the warm late-afternoon sunlight, which was weaving itself through the leaved of the evergreens. The sun had already hid itself for the day, but the sky bled bright reds and oranges across the changing horizon. The benches were almost all occupied, but his mother sat, as she promised, on one, and waited for him.
"Oh, Chuck," Mary said, getting up from the bench to give him a hug. "I've missed you."
"I missed you too, mom." He replied, a bright smile covering his face. He had missed his mother terribly, even more since he had found out about Sarah's pregnancy. Chuck needed her guidance more than ever now.
"So, I heard: three little kids." Her eyes were wide with excitement. "My goodness, I feel so old. First little Clara, and now three more!"
Chuck smiled at his mother's attitude. Mary grabbed his hands and pulled him down to sit on the bench that she had saved for them both. "Yeah, Sarah and I were pretty surprised when we found out, too. And you're not old, mom!" He assured her.
Mary chuckled at his last outburst. She was the mother of two, and soon to be mother of four, so she couldn't help but feel old, but she nevertheless changed the subject. "Is she a difficult pregnant woman to deal it?"
"No, actually, she's not. I hear other man complaining about the weird pregnancy wishes, and the bad mood, and I feel so lucky!" Mary just couldn't help but to laugh at her son's relieved expression. "Sarah was only a bit grumpier in the first two months. After that, I think she lighted up, she's playful and jokes a lot. She's happy, you know? She only gets a bit angry with us when she has to stay either in Castle or in the van!"
"And, what about the names? Have you chosen them yet?"
"Yes. We choose Samantha Lisa, Casey Cobb and Stephen Jay." He stopped for a minute; his eyes searched her for her approval. "I think it's a way to honor him, since there was nothing else I could do."
Mary's smile faltered slightly, but she was happy that her son wasn't letting the memory of his father fade away. "You still think about him?" She laid her hand on Chuck's knee, attempting to comfort him.
He nodded gravely. "And in how he died in my arms, on Ellie, who saw it all. I can't forget or forgive myself for that."
"I think your father would be proud of you and Ellie." She assured him. "I am… And if there's something that saddens me, it's seeing how easily you and Sarah handle life and how I basically forgot about mine for 20 years. That, my dear, is something I won't let myself forget, and I'll never forgive me for what I did." Mary suddenly found something a very interesting speck of dust on her fingernail. She took a deep breath and let another genuine smile onto her face. "But let's not talk about sad things." She got up from the bench and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "Call me, whenever you want, whenever you feel like it." Mary said firmly. "Oh! I almost forgot!" She exclaimed and grabbed a colorfully wrapped box tied with a gold ribbon. "Can you give this to Clara? I think she'll love it."
"You're leaving?" He asked as he took the box from her outstretched hand. "Already?"
"I know," She pulled him in for one final hug. "I know it's early. But you know I have to."
Chuck sighed. "Just promise me to come back."
"I promise." Mary stroked her son's face, reinforcing, "I promise, for real."
Chuck grabbed the gift and said, "I'll give it to her and I'll tell her grandma likes her a lot."
"Bye, Chuck." Mary kissed her son's cheek one last time, and walked away.
"So," Sarah asked when she heard the door opening. "How was with your mother?" She was lounged on the sofa, her feet outstretched in front of her.
Chuck stepped across the threshold and locked the door behind him, once he had closed it. "Too quick, as usual. At least, she promised to come over to visit sometimes." He walked to the kitchen and hung his keys on the key rung. He set the wrapped box down on the kitchen counter before walking over to Sarah.
"Well, I'm sorry if it has to be this way." She leaned up to accept his kiss as he leaned down.
"There's nothing to be sorry about." He grinned and sat next to her. "I have the most beautiful woman in the world," he put his arms around her and pulled her so closely to him, that she was nearly on his lap. "We have a perfect little house," he kissed her again, "and we're expecting three little babies," he gives her three more kisses, "what else could I ask for?"
"Work." She said, rather bluntly. "Casey called. We have a mission. Yes," She answered, seeing his stare. "I'm going too!" Chuck sputtered, wanting to start talking, but she did not let him even begin. "We need to go undercover. To a dinner; husband and wife." She was trying hard to convince him.
"Back-up?" He asked weakly. He knew better than anyone that there was going to be no way around it.
"Casey will be one of the employees." She told him. Her eyes were practically gleaming with excitement.
"Morgan?"
"Holding the situation from the van." She smiled, hoping that all of this was going to persuade him. "Can we take the mission?" She asked eagerly.
Chuck took a deep and long breath, carefully contemplating every angle of the possible future. Not even taking her to paintball in the last week with Casey and Morgan had taken from her the willingness of going on a mission. "Tell me about it after we come from dinner."
Sarah smiled and got up from the sofa. She took Chuck's hands and gently pulled him off of the sofa, and walked to the door; they were already late to dinner at Ellie and Devon's house. Chuck only had time to put on his jacket and grab the colored gift his mother had given him once again.
Somewhere in the CIA facilities
"Our mission has changed course." Decker said proudly. "We can, not only destroy Charles Bartowski but also gain three little weapons." The other members looked at him, confused. "The Bartowski's are expecting three. Three little brains like Chuck's one. We can let them grow up and study them and, possibly, turn them into our little weapons. They can carry the Intersect, or even more. Bartowski's life will be ruined."
"And how will we do that?" One of the suit-clad men asked.
"Easily. After Walker gives birth to the children, we will take them away from the hospital. And now that we have images of him holding the Omen, the FBI won't leave their trail."
"Uh, Sarah?" Chuck asked breathlessly. He stopped running. "I think it's better if we stop."
"Come on," She pulled him by the arm. "Keep running!"
"Hon, I'm dying!" He was huffing in between words. "We've been running for an hour now! I think my heart isn't beating quite well!"
"Okay, fine." She relented. "One last run and we can go home!"
When Chuck looked around, people were staring at the strange sight. "Yeah, she's fast for a woman pregnant of triplets!" He mumbled lamely to himself. "Maybe…" He said gasping, running side by side with her. "Maybe we should ask Dr. Aimee how much exercise can you take."
"She said I can do as much as I feel I can. My body is in charge now." She did not sound breathless at all.
"And do you listen to it?"
"Yes, I do." She stopped running and started walking. "See, one hour of running every two days. I've figured how much I can take."
When they arrived home, there was a package in the mailbox. They took it inside, took a seat at the table and opened it carefully. It was a small laptop, and they open it, the ever-pleasant face of General Beckman popped up on the screen.
"Congratulations to both of you." She said in her usual firm, commanding voice. "Even though you were fired from the CIA, all because of your marriage, I've got something for you. In the package, you'll find three tracking devices that can be put either under the skin or under a tooth. I hope you give it good use." Then the screen turned black and smoke began spewing from the hard drive of the computer.
Sarah searched inside the package for the tracking devices. She looked attentively at them. "I'm not putting these on our children! I'm not allowing anyone to cut them and put these things inside them!"
"They can also be put under the teeth." Chuck was trying to see the other side of the issue.
"You have the idea that newborns don't have teeth, don't you?"
Chuck got up from the table, bringing the now ruined computer with him. "Well, we keep them and then we decide what to do with them, alright? After lunch, we'll put them in Castle's vault." Sarah only nodded. "Now, I need a shower, because you nearly killed me today with all of that exercise!" Chuck tossed the computer into the trashcan.
"I told you! Too much time without excising makes easy things feel difficult!"
"Can we just shower and not mention my laziness?" He asked, feigning outrage.
Sarah got up from the table and turned around to face him, smiling. "Can punish your laziness in the shower?" She asked innocently.
"Definitively!" He yelped and ran up to the bathroom to start the hot water.
The endings are turning hard to materialize to me; guess I want to jump ahead!