A/N: I posted this drabble to tumblr on April 9, 2015 and the prompt was "I'm pregnant."
Chuck is sitting at the desk in his and Sarah's bedroom when she walks in, heading straight to the closet to pick her outfit for the day. Even though they've been together for so long now, his eyes still leave the computer screen to track her every movement. Her body has always moved with a precise sense of purpose for even the smallest things. He is so enamored by her that it takes a moment for her words to register.
"I thought I was pregnant."
"What did you …? WHAT?!" He's out of his chair in an instant.
She smiles. "Chuck, relax. I meant before the memory wipe. We thought I might be pregnant. I just remembered us reading the results together. That did happen, right?"
His heart is still hammering in his chest and he manages a weak laugh. "Right, yes, of course. That did happen. Should I have told you . . .?"
Ever since that day on the beach when they'd kissed, Sarah's memories had started to return. It was a slow and difficult process, but in the last year and a half she'd regained most of her memories. However there were some things, mostly inconsequential things, that were taking their sweet time to return. Chuck wasn't always sure what he should remind her of, especially when months ago she'd told him she preferred to let the memories come naturally.
"Normally I'd say no, but this is a big one. Can you imagine if I had been pregnant when Quinn took me? I could've woken up pregnant with no memory of how it happened."
It's something Chuck has thought about before, and he's always been grateful that the test had come out negative. Not that he didn't want a baby with Sarah. He wanted many babies with her, in fact. But that would've been the absolute worst timing for so many reasons.
"Everything turned out the way it was supposed to I guess," he says. She gives him a quick kiss and returns to the closet. It's then that he wonders what brought on the memory. Sometimes the memories come on their own, but most times they can be triggered by almost anything. He asks, "How did you get this one?"
She takes out a dress, holds it up to herself, and puts it back. "I was in the bathroom earlier and I suddenly got the strangest sense of déjà vu, and then it all came back to me."
His eyes narrow as he watches her idly push clothes aside. "Déjà vu? For it to be déjà vu, you would've had to be doing something very similar, and you weren't … there's no way you …"
She has an amused little smile on her face when she turns toward him again. "For a spy you're surprisingly bad at this. But you didn't realize it the first time either, did you?"
Sarah reaches into the pocket of her robe and then gives him something. Chuck turns the small object over in hands and sees it's a pregnancy test, and right there written plainly it reads PREGNANT. He looks up at her to see she's positively beaming. His gaze returns to the stick and her face again and again, like he can't believe what he's seeing.
"Are – are you sure? Because –"
"Chuck, I took three. I'm pregnant."
He can't help the happy, goofy grin that spreads across his face. He suddenly takes hold of her, wrapping her up in a hug. "Oh Sarah! This is – I can't believe you're – oh wow."
She laughs. "So you're happy?"
"Are you kidding? Of course! And you?"
Sarah Walker rarely succumbs to tears, so when she does it's always surprising. He can tell by the way she looks at him with so much warmth that he can trust when she says, "I'm very happy."