I so did not think I would be able to get out ten chapters of this fic. Thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, alerted and/or favourited this little story of mine. After this verse, there are two more to go, but I'll probably keep it as incomplete and keep adding to it when I can.

And I'm sorry this has taken so long to be updated. Life keeps getting in the way. Uni starts back up next week, but I have quite a bit of time during classes so I may be able to do a bit of writing in between.

And remember, the timeline jumps around a fair bit. Sorry if it gets confusing, I'll try and indicate where it is in the stream of things within the first couple sentences. Also, there were a couple lines that I couldn't make fit with Sarah's character, so I deleted them.

EDIT: Thanks goes to Coreymon77 who pointed out a few mistakes I made. I feel terrible. You are my lifesaver.

Toes in the Sand- Chapter 10

And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her; I go on and on and on
'Cause she's everything to me

Chuck watched his fiancé walk down the aisle towards him, her white gown flowing behind her. This was it; he was going to marry the woman of his dreams, the woman who completed him. Holding Sarah's gaze, Chuck poured out every emotion, hoping that she could feel how he was feeling. When she smiled at him, he could feel the warmth and happiness emanating from her. Chuck knew; Sarah knew; they were in this together, forever.

Then came the moment they had been waiting for; "And by the power vested in me by the Intergalactic Federation of Planets, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Morgan turned to Chuck and grinned, "You may now kiss your bride."

Needing no more encouragement, Chuck pulled his new wife in for a passionate kiss, dipping her as it intensified. This was officially the first day of the rest of their lives.

She's a Saturday out on the town

The C.A.T Squad was back in town and up to no good. It was Sarah's thirtieth birthday and Carina and Zondra wanted to say goodbye to Sarah's twenties with a bang… literally. 'Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons, lock up your whisky cabinets; girls lock up your guns' is how the song starts. Nothing was sacred when these three women occupied the same room at the one time.

When Sarah woke up the next morning, hung over (or still slightly drunk) and miserable, she groaned, "This was worse than my engagement party."

Chuck grinned as he laid a mug of green tea and headache pills on the table next to her. "And what, pray tell, did your night consist of this time?"

Sarah rubbed her head, trying to recall the previous evening, "I don't know but there was a lot of tequila and champagne, and maybe a helicopter. I can't remember."

"Good night then?"

"Oh yeah." Sarah took a mouthful of her tea as she swallowed the pills. Looking up at her husband, she smiled, "Thanks for taking care of me, Chuck."

"Nowhere I'd rather be." He leant down and kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep, you'll feel better later."

And a cuss word 'cause it's Monday

Sarah hated Mondays; she didn't know why. As a spy, her workweek wasn't the normal Monday to Friday, nine to five. However, when Monday inevitably rolled around every week, she couldn't help but think, 'Shit, not again.'

Monday's coffee was bitter, Tuesday's was not as bad, Wednesday's was palatable, Thursday's was good and Friday's was the best. She couldn't explain it; it was just the way the world worked. No one likes Mondays.

She's a bubble bath and candles

It was their fifth anniversary and Chuck wanted to do something special for his wife. Tyler had picked up the chicken pox, from Morgan of all people, and she spent the previous two weeks battling her son and his infection. Days and nights were spent washing him in oatmeal baths, lathering him in calamine lotion and fighting off the fever that seemed to accompany it. Her poor little man was sick, and she hated seeing him like that, and all he wanted was his Mommy. Finally after almost a week and a half of a nursing an ill toddler, Sarah was able to finally take a breath. He was on the mend and finally allowed his father to hold him.

At five o'clock on the night of their anniversary, Sarah was fast asleep and curled up on the couch. Seeing how exhausted his wife was, Chuck had come up with a plan and it involved Morgan and Alex babysit Tyler for the night. Step One: Chuck hightailed it over to his best friend and dropped off his son for the night. Step two: This part consisted of a hot bath filled with bubbles surrounded by vanilla scented candles. Step Three: A large glass of red wine to enjoy while relaxing.

Chuck knelt down next to his wife and tenderly stroked her cheek, whispering, "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."

Sarah's eyes slowly fluttered open and blue eyes met brown. "Hey," she whispered back, her voice heady with sleep. "How long was I out?"

"Not long. I have a surprise for you."

"Really? Is it more sleep?"

Chuck laughed, "Not yet, but I promise you'll enjoy it." He stood up from the ground and held out his hand. "Come on."

Sarah took his hand and followed him into the bathroom and gasped softly as she saw it illuminated only by candles. Turning to face him, she kissed him, pouring her thanks into it.

"You want to get in?"

Sarah nodded, "You first. I think I'm in need of you wrapped around me tonight."

"As you wish," he replied, throwing his wife a subtle wink.

Baby come and kiss me

They were finally together, and what better place to celebrate their 'togetherness' than a romantic train ride through the countryside of France. Chuck sat on the bed, propped up against one of the pillows in just his blue boxer shorts and white t-shirt, waiting for Sarah to make her way out of the tiny bathroom. He had forgotten how long it took for women to 'slip into something more comfortable' and resorted to intently examining his fingernails as he waited.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah slid open the bathroom door and came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Chuck's eyes glazed over as he drank in the sight of his new girlfriend, the scraps of black, lacy fabric barely covering her modesty.

"Wow!" Chuck sucked in a breath, still in awe that she actually chose him. "Are you sure I don't have to share you?"

Sarah smirked and said nothing in reply as she slowly crawled along the bed until she sat, straddling his lap. Framing his face with her hands, Sarah pulled him in for a tender kiss.

"I'm all yours, Chuck; now what are you going to do about it?"

She's a one glass of wine
And she's feeling kinda tipsy

Sarah slipped into the bath; Chuck's arms and the bubbles surrounded her. She could almost feel the exhaustion and stress of the last two weeks pour out of her body.

"This is amazing. Thank you Chuck." She reached out and took a sip of her wine, allowing her body to sink further into her husband's and the water.

Chuck could feel his wife visibly relax as he dragged his fingers up and down her arm. "I'm sorry our original plans never worked out."

"Not your fault. Kids get sick, there's nothing you can do about it. This, however, is a perfect Plan B." Sarah took another sip of her wine, "Cabo will still be there next year."

The couple sat in comfortable silence for about an hour, until the water had started going cold. By then, Sarah had finished her glass of wine and was starting to feel the effects. As she stood to get out of the bath, she lost her balance slightly, forcing Chuck, who had already donned his robe, to dash his hand out to hold her steady.

"You okay there, Sarah?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.

Sarah nodded and stepped out of the bath gingerly, "Yeah, I just haven't eaten anything since breakfast and the wine caught up with me."

Chuck wrapped his wife in her robe before directing her to the bedroom.

"How about I go and make us some grilled cheese sandwiches because I think it's about time we both had an early night?" he suggested.

"Sounds like the best plan ever," she replied as she pulled on her most comfortable pyjamas and crawled into bed.

End Chorus and Verse 3

So, what did you think? I hope you enjoyed it. Your reviews make me happy.

The third last and last line of the verse were the same story, I just split them up to work with the verse.

Oh, and Marie, I hope you read this in class… I told you I'm a bad influence on you.