Sarah Walker stared at the small pink strip in her hand in disbelief.

There was no way. It was impossible. And yet, there it was – that little plus sign, sitting there on the strip, not going anywhere.

She needed a second opinion. So she went out and got another kit – different brand, same result. Same thing on the third kit – yet another brand, but the same result.

A part of her brain seemed to mock her. "You've known for quite a while now, Agent Walker," it said. And she really had.

She had ballooned from a C to a D cup. Her emotions had gone completely around the bend at various times. She found herself in what felt like a constant state of sexual arousal – not that her husband was complaining about that. She had regularly been sick in the mornings for three weeks.

But the final proof was when she missed her period for the second month in a row. There was no getting around that. And yet, part of her mind still denied it.

Sarah chopped the three test strips up into tiny little pieces and flushed them. She burned the boxes and the instruction manuals – if Chuck happened to see one little piece of a pregnancy test kit, he would probably freak out. Or pass out. Or both.

After completely clearing the house of anything suspicious, she called Cedars-Sinai Hospital. Dr. Ronald Zinn, one of the OB/GYNs, was actually on the CIA's payroll. He was commonly called upon to treat injuries ranging from sprained ankles to full-on surgery for national security assets in Los Angeles.

Right at the moment, though, Sarah needed to speak with him regarding his area of specialty. He had a half hour available at 11:00 AM, because a patient had cancelled. Sarah promised him she'd be there.

"So, what brings you to my humble place of work today, Agent Walker?" Dr. Zinn asked when she entered his office.

"Right, Cedars-Sinai is humble," Sarah cracked. "The Beverly Center on one side, West Hollywood on another, Beverly Hills on the third. SO humble."

"Would you perhaps rather go to St. Vincent?" Dr. Zinn asked drily. "Because I'm sure it can be arranged."

"Alright," Sarah replied. "I'm here because I think I might be pregnant. Which is impossible."

"Agent Walker," Zinn said, "given your line of work, you should know that nothing is impossible. But… I must ask, why do you say it's impossible."

Sarah shrugged. "When I was certified as a deep cover agent in 2003, I received a Norplant implant. That's supposed to prevent pregnancy, right?"

Zinn raised his right eyebrow. "For five years, Agent Walker. It would've worn out in 2008. Did you have it replaced?"

"No," Sarah breathed, the realization striking hard. "But… still, my husband always wears a condom!"

Then she remembered. Valentine's Day. "No, wait, he doesn't," she said softly.

Dr. Zinn nodded and smiled knowingly. "What symptoms have you had, Agent Walker?"

She was rather clinical in listing them off. "Increased breast size and soreness, unstable emotions, high level of sexual arousal, morning sickness, and I haven't had a period since the beginning of February."

"And here it is May 2nd, Agent Walker," he replied. "Now, I need to do a pelvic exam to be sure, but I would say you're almost certainly pregnant."

"Oh, happiness," she said. "A pelvic exam."

Fortunately, it was relatively short. "You are definitely pregnant, Agent Walker. A little shy of three months, I'd say."

Sarah closed her eyes. A rush of emotions hit her all at once – disappointment and frustration at yet another limitation on her job, mixed with a feeling of overwhelming joy.

"Do you remember a particular day around early or mid February when your husband didn't use a condom?" Dr. Zinn asked. "It's a long shot, I know…"

"I remember exactly," Sarah replied, rolling her eyes at how utterly clichéd her answer was going to be. "Valentine's Day."

"Alright," Dr. Zinn said, wisely choosing not to remark on the conception date. "Then, we figure forty weeks out from Valentine's Day, and we can safely forecast a due date of… November 25th."

"I… see."

Sarah wasn't quite sure how to break the news to Chuck. She was quite certain that he was going to have a little freak out session when she told him. Of course, after that, she was quite certain that he'd be overjoyed and likely be an incredible father, but it was the initial part that concerned her.

Chuck ended up helping Sarah delay telling him. He was on the phone when he arrived home, arguing with Morgan about something. The two together had used the funds from his sale of his video game to form a little start-up – Nerd Cave Video Games. They rented a tiny office space in Van Nuys, but they were working on a video game that Activision was apparently interested in paying in the neighborhood of two million dollars for.

So Chuck wanted everything to be perfect. He didn't want to give Activision a beta release – he wanted them to receive a gold release. Morgan, on the other hand, apparently thought that the beta version was good enough to send to Activision.

Sarah smiled to herself. Betas were not that great, which the NSA and CIA had realized when the beta Intersect had come online and didn't work nearly as quickly as Chuck did. Sure, they still used the machine, but its inefficiency had been enough to convince the two agencies to make the termination order for Chuck go quietly into the night.

By the time Chuck got off the phone, he had to get in the shower. He and Sarah were expected at Ellie and Devin's that night for dinner – apparently Ellie had some news to share with them. I wonder, thought Sarah.

She was unable to resist joining Chuck in the shower. She considered mentioning it to him then, but found herself… otherwise occupied.

They arrived at the apartment in Echo Park just before seven. "At some point, I do need to finish moving my stuff out of this apartment," Chuck remarked.

"Yes, yes you do," Sarah agreed, not adding, But you might want to wait a month or two.

Devin outdid himself for dinner. It was a simple meal of steak, baked potatoes, and spinach salad, but he somehow did it all in a truly, well, awesome fashion.

However, when Devin offered Sarah a glass of wine, she turned it down. Despite the fact that she'd been assured that a glass of wine here and there would be okay, she was still a little paranoid. Fetal alcohol syndrome was not something she even wanted to tempt.

Devin gave her a strange look. "It's a 1985 cabernet, Sarah," he said. "You usually drink this stuff like water!"

Sarah gave him a dirty look. Chuck tried to conceal a laugh and failed. For his troubles, he got a kick under the table.

"None for you, right, Ellie?" Devin asked his wife. She nodded her confirmation.

And that's when Sarah knew that Ellie's news was exactly what she had suspected earlier. She looked up and made eye contact with the older woman, the question evident in her eyes. Ellie nodded, and when she did, Sarah nodded too, causing a huge smile to break out on Ellie's face.

Devin's eyes went wide. He looked at Ellie, then at Sarah. "No WAY," he uttered.

Chuck, for his vaunted Intersect-enabling powers of observation, was surprisingly oblivious. "What?" he asked.

Devin raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Chuck, I think there's a good chance that our family is about to get a bit more, uh, AWESOME, even more so than I was already expecting."

Chuck turned to look at his sister. "Ellie, are you…" His voice trailed off, his mouth hanging open.

"When, Ellie?" Sarah asked.

"October 29th," Ellie replied. "What about you?"

"November 25th." Sarah couldn't help but smile as she broke the news.

Chuck's head very slowly swiveled back around toward his wife. Sarah could almost see the pieces clicking into place in his mind as he finally realized what was going on.

That's when his eyes rolled back in his head. At first, Sarah thought he was having a flash, though God knew what of. Then, however, he slid out of his chair and slumped to the floor.

He had passed out.

Devin quickly rounded the table. He picked Chuck up under his armpits and set him back in his chair. He gently smacked Chuck on his left cheek, waking him up.

"Dude, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Chuck replied weakly. "Sarah… did you just tell us all that you're pregnant?"

She smiled again. "Yes, I am," she said. "I'm due November 25th."

Chuck's face slowly went from an expression of shock to an enormous smile. "I'm gonna be a father," he whispered.

He stood up from his chair, and lifted Sarah from hers. As he embraced her, a tear slowly slid down her cheek – but it was a tear of happiness. "We're gonna have a kid," he said softly.

"Yes we are," she replied happily.