A/N: Hey all! I'm so happy that I was able to get this done before tomorrow. In less than twelve hours I will be moving back into a college dorm. With that being said, I'm going to try and keep the weekly updates going as best I can, but it all depends on the workload I've been given. So I hope you enjoy this one.
Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck.
May 16, 2013
Chuck rested his head on his hand as he gazed at Sarah. She was still sleeping, curled up in a ball and the blankets were wrapped around her tightly. Chuck could watch her sleep all day, but that wasn't an option. He slowly rose out of bed and headed down to the kitchen. For their anniversary today, Chuck wanted Sarah to have a nice restful day. Nothing to worry about, nothing to focus on.
He looked around the kitchen and in the refrigerator, trying to figure out what to make for Sarah for her breakfast in bed. The last thing he wanted was to make her a bowl of cereal, but his cooking skills were limited. There were many times in the past where Sarah made a point to keep Chuck as far away from the kitchen as possible.
Despite this, Chuck still wanted to make her breakfast in bed. He opened one of the cupboards and found some pancake mix. Chuck turned the package of mix over and skimmed the instructions. Seems easy enough, he thought. He opened the refrigerator back up and pulled out some eggs and bacon. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. What could go wrong?
Sarah inhaled deeply as she woke up. She scrunched her face, realizing that the air didn't smell crisp and clean like it usually did. It smelled like…
Something's burning.
Sarah's eyes snapped open. She quickly tossed off the covers, grabbed her robe, and followed the trail of smoke into the kitchen. What she saw when she entered the room made her want to burst out laughing. Every fan in the room was on, trying to reduce the smoke's concentration. Chuck was running around the kitchen with his arms flailing about, trying to get the smoke through the small kitchen window so none of the smoke detectors would go off. He turned back to the stove and shut off all the burners, then turned around and saw Sarah standing inside the dining room. There was pancake flour on his face and egg yolk stains on his apron. Chuck's expression fell, realizing that his surprise had just fallen through.
Sarah covered her mouth to try and help suppress the laughter, but it didn't help at all. "Oh, Chuck…"
Chuck gave Sarah a sad smile and shrugged slightly. "My timing was a little off."
She approached her husband and took ahold of his hand. "I thought I told you to stay away from the kitchen?"
"Yeah well," Chuck began, "I wanted to give you a stress free day for our anniversary, so I wanted to make you breakfast and make sure you didn't have to worry about anything."
Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I appreciate that, Chuck. But I think the best way for me to stay stress free when food is concerned is if I take care of it."
Chuck nodded, but added, "I'm still taking care of dinner," he threw his hands up in defense before Sarah could say anything, "and don't worry…it doesn't involve either one of us cooking."
The rest of the day went by slowly, but it was enjoyable. Chuck prepared a bath for Sarah, and then gave her a soothing massage afterwards. Sarah decided not to give Chuck his present until dinner. Chuck tried to get her to cave early, but she wouldn't budge.
Finally, it was time to head off to dinner. Chuck waited at the bottom of the staircase for Sarah to finish getting ready. He had been waiting there for a while, but once Sarah came downstairs, Chuck knew it was worth the wait. Sarah came down wearing a black dress that came down to her knees, and the skirt billowed as she took each step. Chuck offered her his arm and led Sarah out to the car.
Once inside, Sarah asked, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
Chuck shook his head. "Nope, you'll find out once we get there."
Sarah took ahold of Chuck's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. She couldn't take her eyes off of him while he drove. No matter what happened over these past few months, he was always there for her. There were several times where she couldn't believe that she married a man like him. And even after what happened with her memories, he didn't leave. He stayed by her. There were several men in Sarah's life that wouldn't have done what Chuck has done in a hundred years. How did I get so lucky?
After a few more minutes, Chuck turned into a parking lot and parked. Sarah looked out the windshield and smiled, immediately recognizing the place they were in front of. It had been over five years since they'd been at this very restaurant.
"Where it all began," she whispered, looking at the restaurant where Chuck and Sarah had their first date.
Chuck nodded. "I thought it would be nice to revisit where our love first began."
"Then why aren't we at the Buy More?" Sarah joked.
"Alright, so our very first date, if you wanna call it that. But this is where you changed my life…where I realized a nerdy guy could be with someone like you."
They both got out of the car and Chuck led Sarah inside. Chuck stopped in front of the hostess and said, "Hi, we have a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Chuck Bartowski."
The hostess looked at the podium. "Ah yes, when I saw this earlier I found it most unusual. We don't normally get requests for reserving certain tables." She grabbed two menus and began to walk towards the dining area. "If you'll follow me, please."
Sarah raised an eyebrow at the hostess' comment. Why would Chuck go to the trouble of reserving a table? Her question was soon answered when the hostess found their table—or booth rather, the same one they had their first date in.
Chuck and Sarah scooted into their booth and the hostess gave them their menus. "You're waitress will be with you in a few minutes to take your drink order."
"Thank you."
After looking over the menu for a few moments, the waitress came over and took their drink order, ginger ale for Sarah and a red wine for Chuck.
Once their drinks came and they placed their food orders, Chuck and Sarah cuddled up and listened to the mariachi band play. Their food came out in what appeared to be record time, but for all they knew they could have been so absorbed listening to the mariachi band that they lost track of time. After they finished their meals, Sarah reached into her purse, pulled out a small velvet box, and handed it to Chuck.
"Happy Anniversary."
Chuck took the box and opened it. Inside it laid an expensive silver watch. He took it out and looked at the backing, which had an inscription on it. It read:
To the best husband any lady could ask for. Happy First. May there be many more years to come.
Chuck smiled as he put the watch on his wrist. "Thanks, Sarah. Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary."
Sarah snuggled in closer to Chuck and let out a calming breath.
"Today relaxing enough for you?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes, thank you. It was exactly what I needed."
"You ready to go?"
Sarah nodded once again as they headed out to the car. They both got in the car and headed back to their home. Once Chuck pulled into the driveway, he looked over at Sarah. She was sound asleep. Chuck got out of the car and carried his wife into the house and up to their room. He put her into something more comfortable, then snuggled up to her and closed his eyes.
Yep, today was a great day.
A/N #2: There will be three more one shots in this series. Two need to be written, the last one I need to go over to make sure the ending is perfect :) If you could leave a review on your way out that would be great. Until next time!
