A/N: *Grins*

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"So, let me get this right," Morgan began.

"Do we have to do this?" Chuck asked.

"She's thinking about a new job, wanting your opinion, and she wants you to work with her," Morgan began.

"Morgs," Chuck said, exasperation in his voice. He turned to the little girl in his arm. "He's just silly, isn't he?"

Molly just giggled and cooed as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Fatherhood looks good on you, Chuck," Morgan commented.

"This is why some question the 'heterosexual' in heterosexual life partners," Chuck replied, flipping the page. "Man, this stuff is high tech."

"Can you install it and run it?" Morgan asked. Chuck turned to him slowly, a flat look on his face. "My bad." Chuck went back to the paper he was reading. "Chuck, how close have you come to calling her your daughter?"

Chuck blew out a breath. "A couple of times it almost happened," he admitted. "I think Sarah would have freaked."

"Really?" Morgan asked. Chuck gave him a look. "Dude… you know what, I'm throwing the book out."

"Thank God!" Chuck replied.

"It's time for the collision," Chuck looked at him. "Surely it hasn't been that long?"

"One, none of your business, two, how do you know we haven't?"

"Because you're not floating on air," Morgan replied with a shrug.

"Maybe I've matured," Chuck replied.

"Dude… it's Sarah." He was right… he was so right. "You two… you're like a powder keg, ready to explode. What's the problem? Performance issues?"

"No," Chuck replied quickly.

"I'm sure Devon can get you something for that," Morgan continued.

"Morgan!" Chuck said loudly, making Molly cry out, from fright. "I'm sorry, baby girl, Chuck's sorry."

"I'm sorry Molly," Morgan said, upset he had led to Molly being unhappy. "Why do you have Molly at the Buy More?"

"Well, someone had to watch her for an hour, and of the two managers Sarah and I have…" Chuck trailed off, grinning. "Hey, look, Molly," Chuck said, turning toward the door.

"Molly!" Sarah said coming toward them. Molly clapped her hands together, laughed, and reached for her. Morgan slipped away, leaving the makeshift family together.

"Did someone miss their momma?" Chuck asked.

"Momma," Molly said.

"Did you hear that, Sarah?" Chuck asked, uber excited.

"You called me momma," Sarah said, tears in her eyes. "Baby girl, you called me momma!"

"What else do you think she can say?" Chuck asked, his eyes alight with joy.

"Who's this?" Sarah asked. "Can you say, da-" she stopped herself, realizing what she almost said, and turned to Chuck. "Sorry, that just slipped, you know, momma…"

"Hey, it's okay," Chuck replied. "I get it." Sarah was biting her lip. "Can you call me Chuck?" he said to Molly. Molly went silent. "Welp, I guess we've hit our word limit for the day."

"I'm going to get her out of here," Sarah said. "While I know Jeff's better, I'm not gonna chance Lester."

"Hey, Jeff didn't flash on Molly, so that's good, right?"

Sarah shook her head. "I'll see you at home," she said, starting to turn and realizing how that sounded. She turned back to see him grinning. "Boy, I am sticking my foot in my mouth left and right today."

"Or maybe you're saying what you're feeling," Chuck said before he thought. His eyes went wide.

"So, I guess you'll be coming by later?"

"If you want me," Chuck replied. Sarah got a grin on her face, and Chuck turned red. "I… I ah… I mean…"

"See you later, Chuck," she said, as she left the Buy More. Sarah walked out to her car and put Molly in the car seat.

Molly looked up at her with a concerned look on her face. "Dada?" she asked.

Sarah smiled down at her. "Dada will come by later," she answered. Molly cooed at her. "What do you say if maybe we try and figure out something with Dada? Something more permanent?" Molly giggled. "I like the way you think, girl."

}o{

Chuck walked up to Sarah's door. He had gone home, showered and changed first. He would have come directly over, but it sort of sounded like a date, and he wanted to look good. He paused at the door and thought back to their talk in the car that day. They were whatever they wanted to be. The question was, what did she want? What could she handle? She wasn't in a spot to have some fly-by-night in her life. Whoever was there, had to be there. If he was really honest with himself, he had to see. Because as much as she reassured him, as long as he was there, he had to make sure he could be there. Saying you wanted to help, and doing it, they were two very separate things.

He was honestly surprised at how much he loved spending time with Molly. He had told Morgan a lie. He had to catch himself many times to not call himself Daddy, or some other paternal name. He was a little jealous that Molly had called Sarah mama, but Sarah was mama. He just hoped one day, when Sarah was ready, he could be more than her boyfriend. He wanted to be her everything, and that scared him a little. But at the same time, it didn't. Chuck thought he was ready to be her everything, but he wasn't sure he was enough. He shook those thoughts from his head and smiled, realizing three of his favorite ladies were on the other side of the door. He wondered what Emma would think if she knew he thought that. He took a deep breath and knocked. After a few seconds, the door opened.

"Hey, next time, just come in, or use your key," Sarah said, handing a reaching Molly to Chuck. Chuck gave her a questioning look. "Seriously? Fine, I know my mom, she gave you a key, and I know you and trust you."

"That means a lot to me," Chuck said coming inside.

"Chuck, I let you watch my daughter, don't you think that means a lot coming from me?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded, a little taken aback. Maybe he was enough. "Can you do me two favors?" The look on her face was one of pleading. "When the oven goes off, can you get dinner out of it, and can you watch her and let me take a shower?"

"Sarah, you don't have to be making me dinner," Chuck began.

"Good, I didn't," she retorted. She gave him a grin. "I made a hot sandwich and the cheese is toasting over the dressing now." Chuck thought his mouth might water from what he heard and now smelled. "But, if I want to make you one, I will."

"Fine, make me a sandwich," he replied teasing. She faux glared at him.

"She's in a mood and wants you to stay moving, so do whatever you need to keep her happy," she said, heading down the hall.

Chuck took Molly into the kitchen and saw that the oven only had about a minute to go. "I'm gonna set you down over here," he said to her. "Don't you be crawling toward this hot oven." He placed her down, and a look of irritation covered her face. "You sure you're not really Sarah's kid?" he muttered. He got the sandwich out without drooling on it, shut the oven door shut, turned the oven off, and Molly picked back up in 10 seconds, but it was too late; she was big mad.

"Now listen," he said softly, over Molly's cries. "I'm trying to make a good impression on your mom so I can be here more often, and I need you to help me out." Molly was still irritated and sniffling. "Hey, you wanna dance?" He went over to the bag he always carried, and pulled out a Bluetooth speaker. He pulled a song up on his phone and the music began to play. "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody," he sang to Molly, spinning and dipping her around the living room. "With somebody who loves me!" he finished. "I do, you know," he said to her, dipping her again and making her laugh. "I love you, pumpkin." He spun her and there stood Sarah, her hair wet, changed into clean clothes, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sarah," he began.

She crossed the distance between them in a few steps, and was kissing him. She pulled back when Molly kissed her cheek making her laugh. "Chuck, why would you ever apologize?"

"Because… because this is your child, and you need to… well…" He stopped, not sure how to say what he was thinking, what he was worried about.

"I need to make sure he's not going to break two hearts?" Sarah asked. "I know he won't break this one's heart," Sarah replied, tickling Molly. Chuck shook his head. "I'm pretty sure he won't break mine, either."

"Never intentionally," Chuck replied, honesty in his voice.

"Mama," Molly said looking at Sarah.

"Yeah, she is pumpkin," Chuck replied, looking at Sarah with adoration.

"Dada," Molly said, looking over at Chuck. Chuck's eyes went big.

"Yeah, he is pumpkin," Sarah said, a grin on her face, and a lot in her eyes. At least that's what Chuck thought he was seeing. He couldn't be sure; his vision had suddenly become very blurry and his cheeks quite wet.

}o{

Molly was down for the night, and Emma had not so subtly gone to her room. Chuck had the paperwork for the gym on the table in front of them, with Sarah sitting beside him, her legs tucked under her, close to him. "You want a glass of wine?" Sarah asked.

"No, I'm good," Chuck answered. "This is… a lot," he admitted. "I mean I can do my part, I know you can do your part, but… Sarah…" he turned to her. "We're gonna be close in this."

She sat the wine glass on the table, sat back, and leaned toward him, her hand going to the back of his neck, making his eyes flutter. "You mean closer than the Weinerlicious and the Buy More?"

"Closer," Chuck said, in a low tone that made her shiver.

She scooted as close as she could, her arm wrapped around him. "You mean closer than that night we spent in the hotel room at Stanford, and how we woke up the next morning?" While she had been talking, she pushed some curls off his forehead, and when she finished, she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Closer," he croaked.

"Do you mean closer than that night we made love?" she asked, cupping his face with her hand and giving him a deep, long kiss.

He finally pulled away, confusion covering his face. "Sarah, we've never made love," he replied.

Her eyebrow lifted. "Oh, my mistake," she said. A salacious grin covered her face. "We could correct that." Chuck's eyes went wide. "If you'd like to."

"I would like to, very much so," Chuck stammered out. She smiled and started to get up, when his hand caught her wrist. "I need you to know something."

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked.

"I have a huge problem, I've fallen in love with two women," he began. Chuck watched her face. "I've fallen in love with you and Molly. Now admittedly, they-mrphph," was the last thing he could get out before she had launched herself at him, kissing him like her life depended on it. She pulled back, staring at him.

"Chuck, listen," she began.

"I'm not telling you this for any other reason than you deserve to know. You and Molly…you've changed me, you've made me try to be better, you two make my day light up. I've come to accept I can't live without you two… either of you. So what I'm saying is… the reason I'm going so slow with everything, the job, us… everything, is to make 100 percent sure we're both on the same page. Because you two mean so much to me."

"So, we're doing things slow?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

"Dear God woman, are you trying to kill me?" he asked, a grin on his face.

She leaned up. "Not yet," she said softly, and then she kissed him.

}o{

Sarah came out of her room the next morning, and headed to the kitchen, finding Emma and Molly already there. Emma took one look at Sarah, turned, and got an extra coffee cup. "How does he take it?" Emma asked.

"What?" Sarah asked, not sure what was going on.

"How does Chuck take his coffee?" Emma asked again.

"You're gonna make this a thing, aren't you?" Sarah retorted.

"I'm pretty sure it was you two making it a thing," Emma replied, as she sipped her coffee. "Now, how does he take it."

"Two sugars and cream," Sarah replied, her head in her hands. "CHUCK!" she yelled. "Might as well come out."

Chuck exited Sarah's room. He saw Emma smirking, Sarah with her head in her hands, and there was Molly, giggling.

"DADA!" she yelled excitedly. Emma's eyebrow went up.

"Don't freak out," he muttered to himself.

A/N: EDC: You're going too slow with them! DC: SHUT UP! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

Ed. Note: Should I get out the restraints, again?