Note: There it is...chapter three...I adore you all for the reviews as Chuck adores Baby Awwwwsome...you're all my Baby Awesomesss :) I also went over the two first chapters to get them in tone with the new concept of the story and also because parts of them were so typographically wrong it hurt my eyes (and yours too, I'm sure)...feel free to go back and double-check me to see if I skipped any errors. Thanks massive!
Chuck Vs. Baby Bartowski
Chapter Three
Ellie Woodcomb stood in her kitchen and had a hard time fighting back the dry tears threating themselves dangerously close to her eyes. She was so tired, she was so exhausted, she needed to sleep, she needed to eat something warm and sot just a slice of weed bread she could grab between breastfeeding Stephanie, which hurt so bad she had to force herself every time, then wait then change her diapers before putting her to bed only to pick her back up ten minutes later because that was about how long she stayed quiet in daytime.
But Ellie was supposed to be good at this, she wanted to scream, she wanted to hit her head against the kitchen counter, just for the thoughts that crept into her tired brain when she couldn't help it, the kind of thoughts that were telling her to shake Steph until she shut up, to hit Devon in the face because he was a natural at dealing with the little monster, the thoughts that made it hard for her to get up in the morning because she couldn't handle her own daughter.
This wasn't normal, it wasn't healthy, her having these thoughts was so wrong, it made it even harder not to cry...and Stephanie, her angel daughter who scared her to bits, lay happily and content in her little crib, having no idea that her mother was so close to a break-down.
That was when three things happened at once, the water she had boiling to make spaghetti bubbled over the cooker, Stephanie started shrieking like crazy for no evident reason and the doorbell ringed.
Ellie just wanted to dissolve into thin air like the steam of the hot spaghetti water. She swiftly put the pot off the hot burner, burning her fingers and biting her tongue in pain, picked up her screaming child, patting her back softly as she walked to open the door.
She stared into the face of Sarah Walker, who was mirroring her devastated expression although she didn't just almost died from boiling water and was considering to throw her only child out of the window.
"Hey Sarah", she said weakly, trying to get through Stephanie's yelling that was seizing but still loud as hell.
"Hi Ellie, can I come in or...", surprisingly her boyfriend's girlfriend looked even more uncomfortable than her.
"Come right in, I just...", she took the baby and passed it onto stunned looking Sarah without even asking, she couldn't be bothered, "need to fix the mess in the kitchen.
She couldn't see how Sarah held the baby, puzzled looking and uncertain, trying to sooth her by wiggling her in her arms. Ellie only heard how the screaming finally faded and when she returned to Sarah who had sat down on the couch, she looked equally as surprised as her.
"Do you want her back?", Sarah asked, not daring to move the now silent girl.
"No, it's fine", the brunette said and took the chance of letting herself fall back into the chair to just catch a breath, "how can I help you?"
"Uh", Sarah was still uncomfortable, so that it would have triggered her host-mode to offer her a drink but she was too tired to move an inch.
"Come on,spit it", Ellie was surprised herself at the little too over the top annoyance and impatience in her voice but she'd been too long with that child of hers, she didn't know how to speak with adults.
"I...it's hard to...I've got a...theoretical question", Sarah uttered helplessly, what was with her?, "about...about having babies"
"Shoot", Ellie didn't know why posing a theoretical question was so stressful...unless of course, it wasn't so theoretical.
"Er...did you ever...when you found out you were pregnant, did you ever think about...not having her...with the state of the world and things, how everything is so dangerous and how you really can't bring up a child in this city?"
"I worried, of course, who wouldn't? But I've never ever considered even for one second to not have this child", Ellie said firmly, in her head already forming a picture of Sarah getting rid of a baby that was half Chuck, half her brother, her flesh and blood, "I couldn't imagine killing my baby, not when it was half the person I love more than anything in the world, how could I kill something that is in anyway a part of Devon and think about what it would do to him to know.
Sarah shifted her weight uneasily in her chair, seemed like Ellie hit a nerve. From the sudden movement, Steph was startled and started to scream again, even louder than before, Sarah held her up helplessly and looked hopelessly overwhelmed.
Ellie reacted quickly and took the baby from her, pursing her lips apologetically before gesturing Sarah to get up.
"I'm so sorry, but I have to take care of this, we can talk later, okay?", she excused herself and went upstairs to change Stephanie's apparently overdue diaper.
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The first thing Sarah did when stepping out to the courtyard was take a deep long breath, she could still hear Steph cry on the second floor.
Did she give herself away? Ellie had gotten this look, right after she asked her about...well...about abortion.
Did Ellie think she thought about killing Chuck's child?
Was she thinking about it? Seems like she was, if she had to ask about it.
But she wasn't, was she? She couldn't get rid of this child, she wouldn't, as Ellie said, it was impossible to kill something that was half of the person you loved the most in the world.
This baby was half Chuck, her Chuck, the best person she knew, the best man in the entire universe. She couldn't kill it, why did she even ask? Did she only want to talk about it?
Probably, possibly...she just wanted to talk to someone..share this secret which was the hardest she ever had to keep.
Sure she couldn't have her baby killed...but could she keep it?
How would they ever raise it? She had no idea how to handle a child, let alone bring it up and in her profession...people didn't procreate, if they did, they quit and she couldn't quit, not with Chuck still on the hunt for his mother, not when he needed her most to be a spy.
But she also couldn't have the baby and then give it away, she wouldn't be able to give it away, it was half Chuck for crying out loud, she would hold on to that baby like to dear life.
She still hadn't left the courtyard...Chuck was cooking at home, expecting her back sometime soon but she couldn't face him yet.
She had to figure out what in hell to do, she had to get a grip on her to not just run in there, throw herself into his arms and cry on his shoulder.
I messed up Chuck, I'm pregnant with your baby and I have no idea what to do.
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Chuck Bartowski was waiting for the bing of the kitchen clock to signalize the fish being ready to serve. He also waited for Sarah, she said she was going to check on Ellie and Steph, see if either of them were still breathing.
She was still acting weird. When he drove them home, he'd tried to kiss her but she pulled away, when he asked her what was wrong she just mumbled something incoherently and went back to staring into nothing.
Maybe this had nothing to do with work at all. Maybe finally the inevitable thing had happened; she'd gotten sick of him. Maybe she was just trying to let him down easy.
With the grave prospect of that he watched Sarah get back inside, avoiding his look. He had it up to here, if she was gonna leave him, so be it, but it was plain cruel to be taunting him like that.
"Sarah, if you want to leave me, go ahead and do it but don't walk around here all miserable", he burst, unnecessarily loud.
Her initial reaction of wonder was soon replaced with her mouth dropping open and her eyes filling – and this never happened – tears. Now was that a good sign or an alarming one?
"Why do you think I want to leave you?", she half squealed – and this never happened, "Do you want me to go?"
"No", oh god, no no no, "no, Sarah, I don't...but you seem so sad and off lately...you don't seem to be happy with me"
"I am happy...I am", she said...not very convincingly, "but there are some things that I have to deal with"
"Then let me help you deal, you can tell me what's wrong and I will try to fix it", he moved towards her cautiously and took her hand.
"No, you can't fix it, Chuck, not this", she sad, so quietly, he almost hadn't caught it.
"What is it?", he insisted, lifting her chin up with his fingers, demanding her to at least look at him, "Sarah, please tell me what's wrong"
She looked at him, devastated, hopeless, completely and utterly unlike and beside herself. What on earth was wrong with her, this couldn't just be work, not some simple thing that could be undone by a few twists and twirls, was her father in danger? Dead, maybe?
She shook her head ever so slightly and sighed, a heart-wrenching sound that Chuck had never thought her capable of.
And then she slumped herself into him, slammed her head against his chest and clutched his shirt into her small fists, stronger than he could grab a thing and cried, actually really sobbingly hysterically cried.
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Morgan Grimes waited anxiously in front of the suburban home of Alex McHugh, daughter of John Casey.
It was their first real date...and she was gonna come out soon, all dolled up and stuff. He braced himself eternally for that, prepared his polite, unintrusive smile, clenched his jaw so that it wouldn't drop and release the drool he knew he'd get, seeing her.
He tried to go through some words of 'hello' in his head.
Hey Alex, what's up? -Too casual.
Hey there, sweetie, how's it goin'? - Too obnoxious.
It's so good to see you again. - Too desperate, yet not a lie.
I actually asked your father for his permission before asking you out and while it's already great that you've said yes in the first place, I think I also deserve kudo's for making it out alive" -The complete and utter truth. But he would never tell her that.
And then finally the door opened and before him stood Alex, her hair falling over her shoulders, wearing a little black dress – A LITTLE BLACK DRESS – and smiling, and smiling like she was out of this world.
"I actually asked your father for his permission before asking you out and while it's already great that you've said yes in the first place, I think I also deserve kudo's for making it out alive", Morgan blurted out and didn't even have to wait for her reaction to know that all he wanted in the world was for the floor to swallow him whole.
He was such an idiot.
This last thing I had to have...because I love the Morgan-Alex-Casey-madness that I already see blooming in season four.
Do you care to see more of this story developed, the Morgan/Alex-one I mean or should I cut that out completely?
What do you think about the multiple POVs..working for you or would you rather see me stick to one character?
Please review in order to make me a very very happy girl :)
