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"Where have you learnt that song?" Chuck whispers to his wife putting hair behind her ear.

"Some little things I remember of childhood. Why?"

"I loved it." He takes a silent moment, looking into her eyes and then says again. "I heard your conversation with Ellie."

"Chuck, don't put ideas to your mind."

"Wouldn't you be at least excited to know that you may be-"

"No!" She says getting up with tears running down her cheeks. "We're spies, Chuck. Getting married is one thing, it's just you and me. Having children is different. Do you know how in danger our children could be if any mad criminal found out about them?"

"My parents had to two kids and they were both pretty much the same that we are."

"But…I don't think I could do what they have done. I just…couldn't!"

"No-one is saying that we need to do what they've done. And you know you're not alone. I'm here," He hugs her. "I'm right here with you. And I'll never leave."

"I know, Chuck." She exhales and hugs him again, this time tightly. After placing a kiss on his lips, she holds his hand. "Let's go to bed?"

"Yes. We're going to have a long day ahead us."

Metallic's sounds come from the kitchen, but Chuck keeps ignoring them, thinking that that is just his imagination.

"Chuck?" Sarah says with rough voice, still eyes' closed.

"Uhm?" He responses nearly on a husky growl.

"Chuck, can you hear that or it's just me?"

"What? My stomach growling in hunger or the metallic sound?"

"The metallic sound." Chuck and Sarah open their eyes quickly, staring first at each other and then to the empty place between them. "Where's she?"

They kick the bed sheets back with their feet and run to the kitchen. They find Clara surrounded by pots and pans, laughing as she flips them and hears the sound.

"How did she got off bed?"

"Never underestimate an eight-months-old crawling baby!" Chuck jokes as grabs her in arms and Sarah is putting everything on the place. "How did you got off bed?" He asks to Clara and she giggles, innocently.

Sarah gives a peek on the paper sheet over the balcony and says:

"Chuck, can you change her clothes while I make the milk?"

"Sure."

Barefoot in the middle of the kitchen, still in short shorts and T-shirt, she imagines doing that one day for their kid, and she smiles. After the water being warm enough, she mixed it on the baby bottle where the powdered milk was already and shakes it to mix it well and to cool it down a little bit.

"Ok, Chuck and Clara are dressed up!" Chuck comes with the girl, who's always giggling when with him, and puts over the table the milk, the cereals, the juice, two glasses, two bowls and two spoons."Now Chuck and Clara want breakfast!"

"I'm going to get dress." Sarah says while handing Clara the bottle.

Chuck sits but Clara keeps insisting on being on foot over the chair, slightly sitting over his arm, drinking the milk as he holds her against his body to make sure she doesn't fall. Meanwhile, he's serving the two bowls with cereals, adding the milk and putting some juice on the glasses. He starts eating and in a little while, Sarah comes and eats too.

"Uhm, I was thinking maybe we could take Clara outside. It's a great day out there."

"Oh no, Chuck, I don't think so."

"Why?" He says on high pitched voice.

"Because it may give wrong ideas to people."

"And why do you care about that?"

"Because she's NOT our daughter. We don't have children."

Chuck sighs; it's going to a long day.

"Alright then, I take her."

"Fine." She says taking the dishes to wash them.

"Fine." He says, leaving out the door with the girl in arms.

Sarah feels bad for having been so harsh with Chuck, but she thinks he isn't angry with her. She has been having a terrible month with all those sickness and weakness feelings. There is actually a chance of Ellie being right? How that will affect their lives? And their job? Is she willing for that challenge? Oh, yes she is. And so is Chuck. But, that fear keeps haunting Sarah. They can't have children that they are going to abandon. She doesn't want to do that to them, and neither Chuck. But, she knows that that is part of the challenge and she may be willing to take it too. And she knows she's not alone.

Sarah goes the bathroom and grabs the pregnancy test. She sits on the toilet sit and looks at it, tapping with it on her left hand. She gets up and thinks let's do it! No! And she sits again. Don't do it! It can give you a wrong answer. She gets up again and supports her hands on the edge of the washbasin and sees herself on the mirror. Should I call Ellie? She rubs her eyes. No!

"I need some fresh air." And she keeps the pregnancy test.

Far away, she sees Chuck squatting on the edge of the lake, showing Clara the ducks and she smiles. He really wants to be a father and she knows he's ready.

"Guess who!" Sarah says as she covers Chuck's eyes with her hands.

"Sarah?" She feels his cheeks drawing a smile when he says her name. She only places a kiss on his cheek and uncovers his eyes. "Oh, look, Aunt Sarah came." Chuck sits on the grass and sits Clara over his legs.

"I needed some air." She says, sitting next to him. "And, I'm sorry. For being too harsh on you…both of you. Clara is definitely enjoying the outside."

"Ah, it's ok. I wasn't upset with you. I just now thought in how you've been feeling and the nothing I've doing to help. I'm the one who is sorry."

"No." She leans her head on his arm. "You've been doing so much. And, besides, it's not all bad. There's always that possibility." He smiles to her and kisses her on head, putting his arm around her shoulders, cuddling her. "Just keep an open mind."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Devon and Ellie are going to hate us." Chuck says with critical voice.

"What? Why?"

"Look at her."

"What?" Sarah looks at Clara with her hand inside her mouth. "She's drooling and with her hand inside her mouth. What's wrong with that?" And she takes Clara's hand off her mouth.

"It's not that. Before you got here, she walked…by herself…alone! Something that parents teach their kids."

"Oh no…" Sarah says on a whisper. "They are going to hate us!"

"Well, we always can claim that she's only eight-months old and that she's a genius!"

"Kids usually walk when they have around nine months. I don't think that will work much." Sarah smiles and asks. "But she seriously walked?"

"Yeah! You want to see it?" Chuck gets up, puts the baby girl on foot on the grass and holds on both Clara's hands. Bit by bit, he releases her hands and she walks, stumbling all along the way. "Clara, where are you going?" He keeps walking behind her, following her steps.

"I think she likes the swings!"

"Ok big girl!" Chuck says, having her in arms. "You want to go to the swings?" He points to them and Clara stretches herself to the front for him to put her on the floor again. "We can put you on those, but you have to wait!" He claims because she's struggling with his arms.

Chuck puts her on those swings for smaller children with a sort of chair for them to sit and he then he grabs Sarah in arms and sits her on the 'normal' swing next to Clara's one. Chuck keeps pushing them two, who are heartily laughing. Clara is laughing amusing because she's an innocent eight-month baby, but Sarah, she's laughing because she's feeling like a child and she's feeling free of the spy's stringent things.

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