The walls are white, the bed sheets are white, the chairs are white but the room is filled with the most colorful, vibrant bouquets of flowers you'll ever see. It almost seems as if the room is literally full of every flower known to man. It's not, though, of course but Sarah's pretty sure Chuck has bought out every florist this side of Los Angeles.

She's been sleeping for much of the night. She had been awake when the ambulance arrived at the strip club but was soon sedated for the ride to this hospital and the frenzied trip through the emergency room and admitting. When she woke up for the first time, six hours had passed and the room was filled with flowers. Chuck was sitting at her side, eyes red and splotchy, hair mussed and unkempt. He clearly hadn't slept or probably even blinked.

"Uh, Chuck?" Sarah says quietly as her eyes open fully and she sees the brown-haired lanky asset sitting beside her bed. He's staring straight ahead and looks completely unaware of his surroundings. Has he been here all night, she wonders?

"Oh my G-d, Sarah", Chuck says when he finally snaps to attention. He grabs the woman's hand and holds on for dear life.

"What happened? Is he…? Am I…?"

"You're, uh, you're fine. I think. Devon met us here last night and helped out. Your neck is pretty bruised but that's mostly it. You have some bruising around your, um, your thighs. He didn't do anything, right?"

Sarah shakes her head as vehemently as she can. "No, no."

"And they did an ultrasound, Sarah. I had to tell Devon that you're pregnant. Please understand that I…"

Sarah waves her hand to stop Chuck's ramble. She closes her eyes to ease her mind a bit. "It's okay. But, please tell me", she chokes out. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. The baby's okay."

Sarah lets out the breath that she's unaware she'd been holding. For the first time in a week, after spending hours and days thinking and wondering and freaking out, it hits her. She puts her hand on her stomach and begins to cry. The pain in her throat makes her sobs more painful but she doesn't care.

After crying for a few more minutes, she turned to Chuck and then looked down, not wanting him to see the regret and pain in her eyes. She apologized but Chuck shook his head and told her to rest.

After Sarah has eased her eyes open again some hours later, she inspects the room and finds it empty. She panics momentarily, suddenly afraid of being alone. Before she grows tempted to pull the IV out of her hand and search the halls, Chuck walks into the room. He carries several balloons which makes Sarah smile. Then she sees Devon and another doctor walk in behind Chuck and she grows nervous. Despite her numerous hospital stays over her ten year CIA career, she still hates the doctors, the sterile rooms and the jello.

"Good morning, Sarah", Devon says kindly. He walks over to her bed and pulls the woman's chart from the footboard.

"Hi", Sarah replies curtly. "What's going on?" To say Sarah Walker is a weary woman would be a gross understatement.

"I'm just checking in. I won't be your doctor; I just helped last night while you were in the Emergency Room. Dr. Hart will take over but until she arrives, Dr. Madison will perform another ultrasound, okay?"

"Uh, yeah", Sarah says. "That's fine." She's about to see her baby for the first time and so many emotions are compounding her body in this moment. She turns to Chuck who takes a seat next to her bed while Dr. Madison sets up the ultrasound machine. Devon stands back and smiles to himself as he watches Sarah and Chuck.

"I'm Dr. Madison, as you've heard", the man says. He's older, with salt and pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses that make him appear smart. It's the minutia that Sarah notices, a hazard of the job. "I'm going to be your obstetrician while you're here. Your boyfriend told me earlier that he doesn't think you've been to a doctor. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I haven't been", the blonde woman admits shamefully. Suddenly feeling honest, she continues, "I was never sure if I was going to keep the baby…"

Devon, still standing in the back, is shocked but Sarah can't see because she's purposely turned away from him. She knew he would react that way- sad, disappointed, confused. Like Chuck.

Chuck grabs Sarah's hand and squeezes hard.

"And how do you feel now, Ms. Walker? I don't advise putting a woman through a sonogram if she intends to get an abortion."

Sarah nods as she squeezes Chuck's hand back. "I'm going to have the baby", she says. It wasn't a sudden revelation; it was every moment since she found out, it was the moment that Mohammed grabbed her crotch. It was all she saw when she lost consciousness. A normal life. A baby.

"Okay, then", the doctor says. "I'm going to need you to open your gown at the waist. I'll administer this gel to your stomach, okay?"

"Uh huh", Sarah utters. This is excruciatingly new to her. It's hazy, almost like she's living in an incredible dream. Before she knows it, the doctor has a transducer on her flat stomach and he's moving it around. He speaks as he does so.

"As I told Chuck last night, you are just about ten weeks along, which translates to two and a half months. The heartbeat", he says as the thumping noise begins to fill the room, "is in the normal range."

"Oh my G-d", Sarah whispers. She turns to Chuck who has tears in his eyes.

"What?" he asks. "I'm not crying!"

Sarah smiles knowingly and the turns back to the doctor and the ultrasound machine. The screen is all black and white grainy blobs but when she thinks she can make out a hand, the emotions begin to really start hitting her.

"I can't…" she whispers, still in pain. "This is incredible."

"It is", Dr. Madison says as he begins to print images from the machine and then cleans off Sarah's stomach. "Now, there are some things that I have to tell you since you waited so long to see a doctor. I would like it if stress- physical and emotional- was kept to a minimum. The fetus seems healthy but you just went through a traumatic event which could alter a pregnancy significantly. It's also important to get enough rest as well as proper nutrients. Does that seem reasonable, Ms. Walker?"

"Yes, of course…I'll do anything."

"Do you have a lot of stress at work?"

Sarah turns to look at Chuck, again. She's not sure if she wants to laugh or cry at the doctor's question.

"Um, not much…I sell frozen yogurt."

"Alright, then. I'm sure you'll be fine. Before you're discharged, I'd like to set up an appointment for next month."

"That's fine."

"Doctor, if you'll excuse us", Chuck says. "Can Sarah and I speak alone?"

"Of course. Please page me or Dr. Woodcomb if there is a problem."

Chuck and Sarah nod and Dr. Madison and Devon make their way to the door. Devon turns around after the other doctor leaves and he smiles widely.

"Congratulations, guys. This is awesome!"

The couple by the bed laughs and then Devon makes his way into the hall, closing the door lightly behind him.

"How do you feel?" Chuck asks. His hand is still intertwined with Sarah's and his thumb fiddles with the gold ring on her pointer finger.

"I don't even know", Sarah replies. "I'm so…happy, I guess."

Chuck cocks his eyebrow and smiles. "Was that so hard to say?"

Sarah offers him a knowing half smile and she continues, "Yeah, it was. Chuck…have you ever wanted something so much, so intensely and then once you get it, you can't stop being scared shitless?"

"Every day of our relationship, Sarah. But I think everyone feels that way at times in their lives. You really want this baby, right? You're not going to regret this?"

Sarah is caught off-guard by his question but knows she shouldn't be. She looks him in the eye and sighs.

"No", she replies. "I don't know. Chuck, this is all so new to me. I don't know the answers yet, but I feel something when I think about you and having a baby with you." Sarah bites her lip and smiles at the man who is smiling goofily right back at her.

"Love, maybe?" Chuck asks.

Sarah nods slowly. "Mhmm", she says as she takes Chuck's hand and puts it on her stomach like he had tried to do the day before.

"I can't believe we made a baby", Chuck says, in total awe.

The couple is silent for a while as Sarah's hand joins Chuck's on her lower stomach. Soon, Sarah's smile turns to panic as the events of the past day start to click into place.

"Shit. Chuck, did you tell Casey?! Oh, G-d…"

Chuck takes his hand off of Sarah's abdomen and puts it on her cheek. "Shhh, Sarah. You're starting to sound like me", Chuck says, pausing as Sarah lets out a chuckle. "I didn't tell Casey. But believe it or not, the man is freaked. He's' been in the waiting room since we got here last night."

"Wow, that's…interesting. Can you bring him in? I want to tell him."

Chuck stands up while raising his eyebrows at the woman.

"I'm serious, Chuck!"

"Okay."

In the five minutes that Sarah is left alone, she tries to collect her thoughts- the sonogram was off-the-charts insane and she's so excited, she feels like a completely different person. And as she realizes when Casey and Chuck walk in, she's been softly rubbing her belly. She puts her hands back at her sides when Casey walks over to her, standing well, like a soldier.

"Sit down, Casey", the blonde agent says to the stoic man standing rigid next to her.

Casey grunts and takes his seat in the chair next to Sarah's bed. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"I'm okay", Sarah says. "It still hurts a little when I talk. Good thing I'm not much of a talker. Um, and I'm sure my body will be sore when I can finally stand up."

"That's good…" he says, his head clearly up in the clouds. He's seen a lot during his NSA career but Sarah didn't deserve this.

"I want to tell you something, okay?" Sarah says. "And I know you're going to freak out because that's exactly what I did."

"Spit it out, Walker", Casey says, not letting himself appear emotional for too long. Perish the thought.

"I'm pregnant", she says. Like ripping off a band-aid.

"Come again?" Casey replies, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

Chuck laughs from the doorway at the man's comment. "That's what she said", he says. In response, he gets a glare from Casey and a "I'm trying not to laugh" smile from Sarah.

"Pregnant? How did that happen? You were hardly around Bryce before he died…"

Sarah clears her throat to interrupt the colonel. "It's not Bryce's."

"Then, who…? Oh, no. Bartowski?! Really?" Casey exclaims, again turning to glare at Chuck before returning his shocked gaze to his partner. "Apparently he can be your cover boyfriend but he can't cover anything else."

"Hey!" Chuck says. "I'll have you know…wait, no, nevermind."

"Are you keeping the baby, Walker?"

"Yes, I am, Casey."

Their determined glances are striking. Neither breaks eye contact until Chuck speaks up.

"So, who wants to tell Beckman?"

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