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A/N: Thank you so much to those who have enjoyed this story so far!

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"Babe, are you sure everything is alright?" Devon asked once he was alone in the kitchen with his wife and daughter. Ellie nodded and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and a small spoon for Clara. There was a gleam in her eyes, one that Devon had seen a few times before. The last time he saw that look in Ellie's eyes, apart from the day of their wedding, was when Chuck announced his new goals to move out of his and Ellie's apartment and look for a life beyond the BuyMore. That was a day he would never forget, to see his girlfriend-at-the-time so happy, and all she talked about on their way to work at the hospital was how proud she was of her younger brother. Sometimes, it got tiring to listen to Ellie when she was hyperexcited, but as long as she was happy, so was he.

"Everything's fine, Devon. Great, actually." Ellie opened the strawberry yogurt for her daughter, who began to dig in as soon as she was handed her spoon. Knowing she was secure in her chair, and content for now with her snack, Ellie walked over to Devon and leaned into him. "I think this may be one of our best Christmases yet."

Devon stopped basting the turkey he was working on and put one arm around her. "What do you saying, Ellie?"

"Chuck was right, Devon. Sarah's not gone. She's starting to come back to us."

"You mean-"

"Yes. She's remembering."

Now Devon was stunned, too. He stopped was he was doing altogether and wrapped both arms around Ellie, as she wrapped hers around him. And for a minute the two remained quiet, taking in the joy of this special moment for their family.

Chuck opened the connecting door to the living room and quietly poked his head through to look at Sarah, hoping nothing was wrong. Ellie's appearance was quite sudden, and she didn't seem to have much reason to come into the kitchen at all. Had the CIA never stepped into his life, he probably would have thought nothing of it; but after five years of experience, he learned to recognize behavior that might be suspicious, and right now he sensed that something awkward might have happened between his wife and his sister. Sarah moved a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and turned her head to look at Chuck. "You can be quiet as a mouse, Chuck, but I'll always be able to sense your presence."

Chuck grinned, knowing that Sarah's senses were still sharp as ever, even though General Beckman had kept them away from the spy life, for both their sakes. Without Sarah's full memory, Beckman argued, she could be highly susceptible to going rogue without fully realizing it if she continued to work for the CIA. And of course, without her by his side, Chuck opted to stay away from the CIA, too. It was for the best anyway, because his main mission now was taking care of Sarah and helping her to remember. Traveling around the world to chase down bad guys, diffuse bombs, and take down rogue corporations would have kept him too far away from her if he were to work without her; by her side is where he needed to be.

"Sarah, you okay?" Chuck couldn't help but notice the watery rims around Sarah's eyes; it clashed with her beautiful smile and he was sure now that something was up.

"Chuck, tell me our story."

"Which one?"

"When you proposed to me." She flashed him another smile and gave him her full attention.

Chuck took her warm hand in his and began, "well, it all happened at the hospital in Burbank where Devon and Ellie worked. They had just had Clara; my Mom and Devon's parents were all in the room with Ellie and Awesome, and outside, it was just you and me." He paused for a second before he continued; it always choked him up a little whenever he told her a story. "When we heard Clara crying for the first time, I knew it was the right time to ask. And I don't know how I got so lucky that you, Sarah Walker, agreed to marry me. Casey told me that I didn't need the perfect place to propose; that I just needed the girl. He was right, Sarah. You were all I needed."

"You left out a little detail Chuck."

Chuck's smile faded. "What?"

"I kissed you, after you showed me the ring."

Chuck stared at Sarah as it dawned on him, and he stared at her for a second, eyes wide. "Oh my god," he was almost breathless. "You remember."

Sarah's smile grew, and she directed her line of sight to the piece of paper in her hands, which she began to unfold. "Fill in the background with me, Chuck."

Now he was silently crying. His hand covered his mouth and he shook his head in disbelief. On the picture was a man with a white shirt, a tie, and a pen pocket; the blonde woman next to him was holding a baby. That was the part of the picture he had initially drawn. He couldn't believe it. After two years, she remembered this. There were some days during that time he feared the worst case scenario: that he would have to accept she might never remember. But now, she did, and today, this was by far the greatest gift he could ever receive. He took the pen and began to sketch in the house and the fence, and she reminded him to fill in the windows and a chimney.

"You remember," he whispered again as he looked at her in awe, and she returned his gaze.

"Yes Chuck, I do. And I don't ever want to forget again." Chuck stroked Sarah's cheek and excused himself to retrieve something from their car. He returned in a flash, and his eyes were even more tear-rimmed than when he had stepped outside.

"Sarah-," he swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled out a small red box. "After Quinn was taken down, I found this on him." he slowly opened the box to reveal Sarah's wedding ring. "I never mentioned it because I knew that you didn't recognize me at the time, but I always kept this by my side, for the day you remembered me. But now you remember our engagement, and the life we planned together. Sarah..." Chuck bent down on one knee before her and lifted up the ring. "Will you accept this ring again?"

Sarah looked at him, just the way she did the first time he proposed, and silently accepted by slipping her wedding finger through the band. Understanding the answer, Chuck kissed her and held her close. The first time could not be recreated, they both knew, but how amazing it was to think that here they were, together again, while Ellie, Devon, and Clara were just on the other side of the wall, like last time.

"Merry Christmas, Chuck."

"Merry Christmas, Sarah." He whispered in reply.