A/N: I know it's been a minute on this one. Hope it's worth the wait.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"So, your mom is stationed in LA?" Chuck asked, confused. "I thought-"

"Don't think," Casey said, sighing. "Mom is… she's on the backside of her career, and she's winding things down. She's in charge of a big project and didn't want to leave California. I can't tell you exactly where she is, other than she goes to her home every single night."

"And she hired you to check out leaks in security? Isn't that nepotism?"

"It's more that she trusts me," Casey said. Chuck nodded, understanding. "Look, please don't talk to the others about this." Chuck pressed his lips together, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Who am I kidding, you're telling Sarah and Molly as soon as I walk away."

"I am," Chuck replied, nodding.

"I don't understand you, Bartowski," Casey said. "And this wedding…" He snorted.

"I don't know that you have much room to talk," Chuck pointed out. Casey stiffened and then turned to him, glaring. "Casey, what the hell do we care about all that stuff? What do we care about the venue, or who does what? You got married and cared about one thing: the woman standing across from you. I do not care. I do not care who negotiates for me, and how many cases of grape soda I'm worth. Everything that is going on is stuff that really doesn't matter to me one way or another. Everything else is details in which to get lost. You only need one thing, in my case."

"The girl," Casey said, nodding and understanding. "What if they want you to wear something idiotic?"

"If Sarah likes it, I'll wear it," Chuck said with a shrug. "What does it matter? The girl of my dreams wants to marry me."

}o{

A few hours later the plane landed, and Chuck collected his things. As he headed toward the area to be picked up, he saw two signs, and began to laugh. One was held by a stunning blonde that he was going to marry. The sign read, Chuck, I know he's not mine, but I'll love him like he's my own.

Standing beside Sarah was Morgan, holding a sign with only one word on it: Chuck's

"Morgan! Sarah!" Chuck yelled, waving to them. Morgan dropped his sign, ran up to him and leapt up, hugging him like a Koala bear. You could hear Sarah's laughter all through the airport.

"Gotta run, buddy," Morgan said. "I stuck around long enough to do the gag, but Anna has plans for me tonight." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "I know, I'm scared to ask," he admitted. Morgan took off, waving at the two.

"Mr. Bartowski," Sarah said, slowly wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Mrs. Soon-to-be-Bartowski," Chuck said, watching her eyes seem to sparkle as he said it.

"Damn, that's hot," she told him, giving him a kiss such that he found himself thanking God that he was so lucky. She pulled away, a grin on her face. "I need to talk to you about the wedding."

"Sure, what do I need to do?" Chuck asked.

Sarah pulled back her chin, confusion on her face.

"Sarah, I'll do whatever you want, and help you do whatever you want, but all that other nonsense everyone else is getting caught up in… nah, that's not my worries. That's their nonsense. I worry about two people: you and me. All I need is you at the wedding."

"There's a place in San Diego that I think I'd like you to try some cake samples," Sarah told him. "I figure you and I could go up a day early and try them, and then you can go do your thing while I do my conference. Carina has our hotel rooms taken care of."

The smile fell off Chuck's face, but the one on Sarah's grew. "Of course I know who Casey's mom is, Chuck. But I know something even better."

"What's that?" Chuck asked.

"Who Casey's mom is dating." With that, she turned and headed toward the doors. Chuck grabbed his bag, hurrying off after her, begging for more details.

}o{

"Three Pee Oh," Chuck said, waking his assistant. "How far are we away from the apartment?"

"Normally I would say ten minutes," Three Pee Oh began, but then paused, almost seeming unsure of himself. Chuck and Sarah shared a look and she grinned.

"Go ahead and say it Three Pee Oh," Sarah told the assistant.

"With Miss Sarah driving, it's more like five to seven," he replied, nervousness in his voice.

"I'm losing my touch," Sarah muttered.

"Are you still connected to the air fryer?" he queried. Sarah glanced at him, a confused look on her face.

"I am," Three Pee Oh chirped. "Should I set the device to air fry, and preheat to three hundred ninety?"

"Perfect," Chuck said, a smile on his face. "Totchos, here I come," he said in a voice that Sarah thought he only spoke to her in.

"Should I be jealous? Do you need time with your air fryer, and how is yours connected to Three Pee Oh?" She paused. "Also what are Totchos, and do I need some?"

"Wow, that's a lot."

Sarah giggled.

"First, no, it's just food. It gives me sustenance to survive you ravishing me."

"I could ravish less," Sarah offered.

"We both know that you can, in fact, not ravish less; in fact, you are behind on your ravishing, so that's why I'm carb-loading with Totchos." Sarah was silent for a second, looked at him, shrugged and grinned, making them both giggle. "I only need eight to nine minutes with my air fryer, but while I'm doing that, I will be chopping the onions, lettuce and tomatoes." Sarah gave him an impressed look. "Third, I might have made a few tweaks to my air fryer." She snorted. "Fine, I made a lot of tweaks to my air fryer. But lastly and most importantly, yes, you do need Totchos. Totchos are tater tots, air-fried for eight minutes and thirty seconds, then cheese is added on top for thirty seconds. At that point, you scoop your serving onto a bed of lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese, and finally, you add as much or as little sour cream, taco sauce, and-or salsa as you see fit."

"So, you've basically tried to adult-up tater tots," Sarah summarized.

"Ma'am," he said, sitting up straight, and trying to look like he had an air about him. "There are many things I will never apologize for. The first on that list is loving you."

"Aww," she said, giving him the softest look.

"Somewhere further down that list is tater tots."

"Where's frosted flakes?" Sarah asked him.

"Wow, I gotta think on that one," Chuck admitted. "I'm not sure if it's before or after the fifth iteration of I won't apologize for loving you."

"Exactly how many times am I on that list, Mr. Bartowski?"

They pulled up to their parking spot, and he turned to her. "Sarah, you make up over three-fourths of the list."

"I mean you were totally getting some, but now you may have to eat an extra serving of totchos to survive the night."

"I am not seeing a problem," Chuck said, grinning and leaning over to kiss her.

"The fryer is done preheating, Master Chuck," Three Pee Oh chirped.

"Gotta run," he said, bouncing his eyebrows, hoping out of the car, grabbing his bag, and running inside.

"Three Pee Oh… is that fryer really ready?" Sarah asked.

Three Pee Oh didn't say a word

}o{

"Admit it," Chuck said, as he watched her chew. She shook her head, grinning. "They're amazing, aren't they." She took another bite, smirking, refusing to answer. "It's okay, I know," he said in a low voice. He stood up and stretched. "I need a shower after being on that flight." He moved to grab his plate when her hand caught his wrist.

"You made dinner, I'll clean the dishes," she told him. "Go take a shower."

"Thank you," he replied. "I guess that is fair, since you ate three quarters of the food I made." She swatted at him, but he had already moved away. She gave him look, a smile breaking out around it, and he winked at her.

"Damn that was good," she muttered, shaking her head.

"I heeeaaarddd you," he called out in a sing-song voice from the bathroom. Sarah shook her head and began the clean-up, which didn't take long at all. A few minutes later, she came around the corner of the kitchen, just as Chuck came out of the bathroom, without a shirt. "I forgot my shirt."

"Chuck, what is that?" Sarah asked.

"What is what?" Chuck replied.

"That thing on your back, stop." She walked up to him and leaned in to look at his back, her eyes widened.

"Oh, hell no," Chuck said, moving away from her.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked. "Come back here."

"I know that look, it's the look my sister always got when she saw pimple on my back, or face, or anywhere, and the desire to pop it."

"Chuck, you're being ridiculous," she said, as he turned around. She walked up to him, took him hand, leaned up to kiss him, and then quickly spun him and hopped up onto his back locking her legs around him. She went for the pimple.

"You have ridiculous leg and core strength!" Chuck said, trying to get away. "Sarah, quit! Stop! Don't!" And that's when the door burst open, and Zondra and Molly stood there looking at Chuck and Sarah. Chuck had fallen over the arm of the couch and Sarah had her nails on the pimple, looking up at her friends.

"What in the hell are you doing, Sarah?" Molly asked. "You can't just attack him and have your way with him, if he's yelling no."

"Thank you!" Chuck said, not fighting that hard under her weight. "She's trying to pop a pimple on my back-"

"Oh, hell, let me help," Zondra said, rushing over to the two. Molly held her arm out, trying to slow her down. Not to help Chuck, but so she could get there first.

"OW!" Chuck yelled.

"Be quiet you big baby, it's for your own good," Sarah said, the edge of her tongue out the side of her mouth, a bit of a crazed look on her face. "Got it!"

"Damn it," Zondra and Molly said at the same time.

"I mean, seriously, no means no," Chuck said to her looking over his shoulder. She gave him a look and he laughed. "Seriously, what is it with you and popping these things?" Sarah just shrugged. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, getting off him and slapping his backside. "Now put a shirt on, we have guests."

"It would have already been on, but someone had to pop a pimple," Chuck retorted, walking to the bedroom. He came back a minute later pulling his shirt on. "Hey, what were you two doing outside, anyway?"

"Well, we uh," Zondra turned to Molly. Molly shrugged.

"I invited them, for two reasons," Sarah said, looking nervous. "They're both about the same thing, sort of."

"Two?" Zondra asked.

"Yeah, maybe you better sit down," Sarah told her. Zondra sat down, and Sarah gave Chuck a look. He went over and sat down beside Zondra on one side, and Molly sat down on the other. "Oh, look, it's Zondra surrounded by her two favoritest people." Zondra glared at her. "Okay, sorry, was going for levity, but that was too far."

"Just spit it out, Sarah," Molly said. "It can't be that bad."

Sarah sighed. "There is something I want at my wedding, but I can't have it. It's not right."

Molly and Zondra turned to Chuck, glares on their faces. He bristled. "I have no idea what's going on!"

"It's not on him," Sarah said quickly. "It's not on anyone, it's just how it is."

"Sarah, spit it the fuck out," Zondra said, losing patience.

She blew out a breath and blurted it out. "Since I was a little girl, there has been only one cake I wanted at my wedding," Sarah began. Zondra shut her eyes and blew out a breath. Molly pulled Zondra over to her, giving her a kiss on the head.

"I am obviously missing something," Chuck muttered, wondering what in the hell was going on.

"Yeah," Zondra said, sitting back up and looking at Chuck. "My dad… he's a baker." Chuck's eyes widened in realization. "And he's damn good, too… The best, actually." She looked over at Sarah. "The carrot cake?" Sarah nodded her head quickly. Chuck thought she looked like she was about to drool. "The cake he promised you the day you got married." Sarah nodded again, and then looked away. "Sarah, go see him."

"Zondra," Sarah stopped, she didn't know what to say. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You haven't," Zondra told her. "You have not at all, and listen, if that cake is at the wedding, you better be damn sure I'm going to eat some of it." Sarah started laughing. "In fact, get me a sample when you go down there, because we both know how good it is."

"But he doesn't support you, so I shouldn't support him," Sarah told her.

"He thought of you like a daughter." Zondra snorted and turned to Molly. "You, too."

"That just made our relationship weird," Molly pointed out. Zondra barked a laugh at that. Molly put her arm around Zondra. "Listen, we know how much you loved Mr. Rizzo's baking. Hell, we all do. This isn't someone you don't know, this is someone who told you your entire life he was making your wedding cake." Zondra nodded. "I'm not gonna lie… I'm a little jealous he won't be making mine."

"I'm not gonna do it," Sarah said, shaking her head.

"Yes, you are," Zondra told her. "And you better bring me a damn sample."

"Are you sure?" Sarah began. Both Molly and Zondra glared at her. Sarah raised her hands. "Okay, okay." Sarah had an amused look on her face. "German chocolate?" Zondra nearly moaned. "Okay, so that's answered."

"Can we get to the reason I thought I was here?" Zondra asked. Sarah nodded. Zondra turned on Chuck. "You need to talk, Bartowski. Morgan ratted you out."

"What are you talking about?" Chuck asked her.

"Your proposal plan," Zondra told him. "Something about horses, a Delorian, a beach, sunset…" She gave him a look.

"I have… had… updated it since then, and removed the Delorian," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "What does it matter? I'm happy with everything Sarah wants to do."

"Chuck, at some point in your life you had an idea for a proposal plan. My guess is you had what you wanted for a wedding," Sarah said gently. Chuck stood there for a second, nodded, and went into his and Sarah's bedroom. He came back, with a book in hand, and laid it open on the coffee table. Sarah looked it, swearing she knew the location in the picture. "I know this."

"You probably saw a digital version of it when I was playing Watchdogs 2 the other day," Chuck muttered. "That's Stanford."

"It's beautiful," Sarah said. "Is that where you want to get married?" Chuck snorted and shook his head. He looked away, fighting the tears. "What am I missing?"

He walked over to a chair, and sat. The three ladies sat on the couch. Chuck blew out a few breaths, leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I had this plan." He shook his head. "I had this plan of a picnic, there," he said, pointing toward the picture of the campus. "Hoover Tower in the background."

"It sounds romantic," Sarah said. "I don't understand-"

"Jill," Zondra cut in. Sarah's eyes widened. "He had everything planned for Jill."

Chuck nodded. "I had everything. The place to propose, a picnic, an a capella group to sing, everything… and then… she dumped me. I didn't have the most important thing. The woman who loved me." He looked up at Sarah. "And now I have that, and that is all I care about."

"So how does this work?" Sarah asked him.

"If there is something I hate, I will tell you. If there is something I see that I like I will tell you. I want to be a part of it all, but if people have ideas and you like it, or it makes everything easier, I'm for it. Sarah, I have you, and that's all that matters. Everything else means nothing, and I've had everything else… proposal-wise." He looked over at Zondra. "Are you sure about your father?"

"I am," Zondra said, nodding. "What in the hell are you doing?" she asked, opening her arms as he approached her, his arms open.

"Nothing," Chuck told her, hugging her.

"Good, because for a damn minute it looked like a hug," Zondra told him. "Love ya, Curls."

"Love you, Z," Chuck replied.

"I will kill you if you don't stop calling me that," she said squeezing him tighter. Suddenly four more arms were around them. "Jesus, if someone came in, they'd think we're all hugging."

"Good thing we're not," Sarah said, squeezing everyone as hard as she could.

"I'm not a pimple, Sarah," Chuck muttered, making everyone laugh and pull apart. "So, San Diego. That should be no big deal."

All three women stared at him like he had lost his damn mind.

A/N: No Chuck's were harmed in the making of this fic. If you've not figured out, I've pulled Zondra's story from another comedy that dealt with this. I'm pretty sure I'm going to go the same way with it. Thanks for staying with this. I've been through some stuff guys. I'm okay, but I've been through it. See you soon.